Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts.

Chapter 420 if line: [Please vote for the last month! 】

Lin Xuefeng has been painting on the street for so long, and this is not the first time that she has seen people arguing over price. Although the world is progressing, many people still default to the fact that women belong to the family.

In their view, women's financial control must of course belong to the family.

However, the transformation of the girl in front of her from the beginning of love to the present transformation is really fast.

Until she turned around, took the painting and left in a hurry, leaving the middle-aged woman there to call her son and cry all kinds of things. She even had to return because the tickets to the scenic spot were also taken away...

Lin Xuefeng couldn't help but laugh after all this happened.

He was in a good mood, so he passed by the park on his way back and stopped in front of the roses on the wall of the park, and then put up the drawing board again.

Probably because he was in a good mood, he painted very quickly this time, and the whole frame of roses was painted particularly vividly by him, as if a thick layer of petals would flutter down when the wind blew.

He looked up and down and was extremely satisfied. He returned to school before dark and just gave it to the teacher.

The other party stared at the painting for a long time, and then said without hesitation, "There is progress."

The teacher handed the painting back: "There is progress, but that's all. Xuefeng, your painting skills are quite good, and you have always had talent, inspiration and hard work. But - it's too difficult to get ahead in art nowadays. The only thing you can do is polish yourself.”

"The technique is very good, but it still lacks a vitality that can impress people."

"You can realize it again."

Lin Xuefeng took the painting back.

When I draw to his level, I naturally know that the "vitality" the teacher talks about is not some abstraction or nit-picking, but a real problem.

Because there is a threshold for art appreciation, but only emotional expression can be experienced by anyone.

If he wants to hold a famous painting exhibition, he must break through this point.

Therefore, he nodded: "I will observe carefully during this period."

It wasn't until a month later that he met the girl named "Huaiyu" again.

Compared with a month ago, her skin is much more delicate and smooth, and the slight spots on her face have disappeared. Her mental state is very different. At this moment, she saw Lin Xuefeng painting on the street, and even came over very generously:

"Painter, thank you."

She didn't say why she was thanking her, but looking at her current appearance, Lin Xuefeng knew it.

So he also laughed, his eyebrows exposed by the mask slightly curved: "Congratulations to the new students, do you want to draw another one? This time I'll give it to you."

Huaiyu thought for a while and nodded: "Yes. But the background should be more lively. I want to hang it at home - I bought a house."

It seems that the other party has done a lot this month.

Lin Xuefeng thought for a while and showed her the previous painting: "Do you like Qiangwei? But I don't have much soul in painting flowers -"

Before he finished speaking, the other party nodded, and then smiled: "What kind of soul do you want? I have an interesting soul myself - that's it. The roses are very beautiful. The flowers have to bloom so lively, I like it very much "

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The other party happily left with the bustling rose statue, but Lin Xuefeng felt a little frustrated. He stared at his scrap manuscripts for a long time, finally packed up his things and headed straight to Sanqingshan in the suburbs.

He previously participated in an essay contest for scenic spots, and after winning the prize, the organizer of Sanqing Mountain gave him the privilege of free admission for life. When I entered the mountain forest at this moment, I originally wanted to draw a picture of the vast deep forest and steep mountains, but—

There are so many tourists.

He smiled helplessly and followed the crowd to the Taoist Palace on Sanqing Mountain.

The Taoist palace is not big, old and somewhat shabby. However, as tourists walk along this road, their impetuous worldly hearts have gradually calmed down. Therefore, even if the main hall is dilapidated, everyone still quietly watches and worships devoutly, and it does not appear deserted. Lin Xuefeng originally planned to observe the various creatures praying for blessings, but by mistake, he saw a slender rose blooming with difficulty in the cracks of the bricks in the corner of the wall where moss was gradually growing outside the hall.

The stem of that rose was extremely slender, and the leaves were also small. Because it was so inconspicuous, someone stepped on it in the mud, and it is still buried in the dust.

But even in such a miserable posture, it still bloomed a small pink-white flower trembling in the dust.

There were traces of soil on the petals. There were a lot of tourists coming and going, and there were many footsteps. He quietly looked at the rose through the crowd, always feeling that it would be stepped on again at any time.

At this moment, Lin Xuefeng felt that everything around him slowed down.

He saw clearly the footsteps of the people around him, and also saw the vigorous vitality of the weak and embarrassed rose—

Only it knows how much strength and effort it took to bloom such a passionate flower in the dust.

At that moment, he subconsciously lifted his easel, stared closely at the rose in the surging crowd, and then squeezed to its side with difficulty, then put the easel up again, carefully covering the area.

The moment the people around him subconsciously avoided him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he put down his backpack, and this time he took out a large bucket of watercolors of various colors.

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He sketched with the tip of the pen and patiently adjusted the colors. When the noon sun quietly penetrated the shade of the trees and fell on the painting, he realized that he had once again painted the same look as before.

But, there is a big difference.

It is also a girl among roses. This time, the roses in his painting are blooming particularly brilliantly. The vitality that he has been pursuing for a long time seems to be solidified in the painting at this moment.

The girl among the flowers is not the same as the previous similar paintings. There is perseverance and joy between her eyebrows. She didn't look like anyone Lin Xuefeng had ever seen, but her eyes were moving and she felt familiar, as if she was turning to look at him, and then she showed deep happiness and affection.

Lin Xuefeng stared blankly at the painting in front of him. For a moment, he seemed to feel that the girl opposite was turning her head among the roses with equal enthusiasm and joy, and then called out his name -

"Lin Xuefeng! Come and see here..."

"What a great painting!"

The immersive happiness came to an abrupt end.

A tourist interrupted his thoughts. He couldn't move his eyes away from the painting at this moment, and then asked: "Young man, you are so good at painting! Just like...just like..."

He racked his brains and finally commented: "It's very good! It's different from others. I like it! Will this painting of yours sell?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man, neither fat nor thin. He was bringing his wife with him. The other person was also looking at the painting and couldn't move his eyes away either.

At this moment, Lin Xuefeng realized that...this is the vitality that the teacher has been pursuing!

Even just a glance will make you immersed in it.

A happy smile gathered at the corners of his brows and eyes, and he shook his head: "Sorry, this painting is not for sale."

The other party sighed and wanted to leave now, but couldn't move.

Finally, he hesitated for a moment, looked at his wife beside him, and asked again: "Then how much does it cost for you to paint such a painting? Paint one for each of my children - but my children like gardenias! You can paint later Just gardenia.”

He took out his mobile phone and happily showed the photo: "These are my children, Li Ruxing and Li Ruyue."

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