"Mom. ”

The woman in the red dress smiled more and more gently, and when she looked at Zhang Yihang, she looked like a mother.

Zhang Yihang was very surprised by her appearance, after all, she was extremely opposed to learning to paint by herself.

Today, she actually attended the member meeting held by their art appreciation alliance. In Zhang Yihang's opinion, it is incredible.

What kind of place is Yong'an Pavilion? There are always people who complain that it is where they eat and drink. If you think the same way, then you don't look at them too much.

After all, in those years, Zhang Yihang sat outside the door and could always hear his mother talk about those unheard of things, and listen to his mother talk about beauty and the phrases in those paintings about beauty and understanding beauty.

Grace, elegance, excellence, and merit are no longer as beautiful, beautiful, gorgeous, and radiant as I see in my eyes.

In addition to talent, excellence also has the mental stimulation accumulated when you are young.

When they are good, they write poems and paint, and when they are bad, their children become a shield for themselves to lose their freedom.

Zhang Yihang was unconsciously disappointed in them.

Shut out, he was forced to listen to a whole bunch of things he understood or didn't understand. Xiao Zhang Yihang was very curious about what was said inside, and often sat obediently outside the door and eavesdropped. And they know that someone is eavesdropping outside the door, but they will not hide it at all. Occasionally, the more he talked, the louder he talked, and the novel descriptions spread through the air, slowly entering Zhang Yihang's ears, and gradually forming a new system in his mind.

However, by listening, one will not be satisfied with the status quo at this moment. The mode of only listening but not seeing, in Zhang Yihang's little heart full of curiosity, germinated an indelible feeling.

Relying only on hearing to receive new things can no longer satisfy his positive heart.

Most of the artistic conceptions described in it alternate between fiction and reality, but they are ethereal but you can feel the power contained in it. The power that continued to burst outward, like an active volcano that had been dormant for a long time, was finally awakened by the power of the earth's crustal movement, sweeping away all the weakness.

The powerful power attracted Zhang Yihang more and more, he longed for this power, and he longed for the strength that this power brought him.

So Zhang Yihang carried out hundreds of actions - peeking, and every time they closed the door, everything inside became very attractive.

"If you don't tell me, pretend to be mysterious, and I'll peek at it myself. But the result was unexpected, he was beaten every time by a dead fat man pulling out his pants.

That used to be the treasure in the palm of a bunch of people, and eventually became a child who was spanked.

Such a huge gap in his heart made him feel a sense of admiration for the world in the scroll, and longed for himself to be one of them. But since a group of them broke up, Zhang Yihang was secretly happy in his heart, after all, they were just a group of rabble, everything in them was just fake, they were just coaxing children.

But when you join the "Art Appreciation League", you find that those neglected Puyu are only one by one in sight, with beautiful landscapes, exquisite horses, and sailboats that go straight into the river.

"Lifelike birds and beasts, angular dungeons, and a woman under a plane tree......"

"Mom......" Zhang Yihang has always had a lot of questions in his heart, but the things he found are only covered by a few words, they are too mysterious.

"Mom, miss mom and go crazy!" Zhao Yihuan, who was squinting, opened his eyes wide to look at the handsome guy next to her, his gaze stayed on the people in the first row, and he was unwilling to take his eyes off at all.

"It's weird, but they seem to be ......"

Zhao Yihuan polished his eyes, glanced at the woman in the red dress, and then at Zhang Yihang, then opened his mouth wide and gasped.

She blinked, and her little head became sluggish without knowing what was in it. "No, it's too similar, isn't it? Especially when you laugh, it's just a mold. ”

After all, she has never seen Zhang Yihang's mother, not even a photo, and Zhang Yihang doesn't want to mention his family, so there must be some unknown secrets behind the appearance of this woman in a red dress.

Not to mention her, Zhang Yihang next to him was also surprised when he saw her.

Zhao Yihuan didn't want to believe what he saw with his eyes, it was too terrifying.

Zhao Yihuan, who was caught in the middle, suddenly felt a little shy and leaned back, because she didn't want to be the wall between the two.

"The thief is embarrassed! haven't you seen enough of these two people?" Zhao Yihuan didn't want to listen to the thin man's speech at all, after all, this kind of boring symposium is sleepy when he hears it.

Zhao Yihuan yawned, she really couldn't stand it anymore, closed her eyes and recuperated.

After the opening ceremony, Zhang Yihang looked sullen, after all, those things were secrets hidden in his heart for him.

After all, Zhang Yihang, who had already lost confidence in painting and creation, saw a person in the Art Appreciation League, and his words made Zhang Yihang more and more curious about this organization, which was very mysterious, exactly the same as when he was a child.

There's only one way to keep secrets hidden, and that's to be one of them.