Zhou Changying nodded slightly, smiling without saying a word. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info turned to look at Ning Wuwu, who was eating silently, only to see that her expression was a little blank, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Everyone didn't eat much for lunch, and the three of them went to the backyard after eating.

Zhou Changying took Ning Wuwu and Lin Wan to sit in the water pavilion in the backyard for a while, and waited for Feng Zhanggong to move all the painting utensils to the water pavilion with the palace maid, and then began to let the two of them paint separately.

With the scenery of lakes and mountains and the warm sun in winter as the theme, Ning Wuwu and Lin Wan immersed themselves in this quiet beauty for a whole afternoon, expressing their feelings with their brushes.

Until the sun set, the slanting sun stretched the silhouette of the girl and projected it on the grass outside the water pavilion. Ning Wuwu and Lin Wancai put down their brushes, looked at each other and smiled, and stood up.

Zhou Changying sat against the railing, slowly turned his head, looked at the two slim girls, hooked his lips and smiled, and asked lightly, "Is the painting finished?"

Ning Wuwu and Lin Wan nodded together, held the scroll in their hands in front of Zhou Changying, and respectfully asked her to look at it.

Zhou Changying first took the picture scroll in Ning Wuwu's hand, and when he looked at it, he saw that the picture scroll showed the scene of sunset at this moment, a little gloomy and deserted.

Feeling the loneliness and loneliness in Ning Wuwu's paintings, Zhou Changying couldn't help frowning slightly, raising her eyes to look at Ning Wuwu, only to see her standing quietly, her expression calm, she couldn't see anything, but she could make people feel the cold arrogance in her bones and the loneliness of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Zhou Changying did not comment directly, but nodded lightly, put Ning Wuwu's painting on the table in front of him, and took Lin Wan's painting scroll.

But I saw that Lin Wan painted the scene of Zhou Changying sitting against the railing and looking up into the distance. The warm winter sun shone on her demure face, she was slightly young in the painting, but she was very similar, painting her thoughts and sorrows, painting her fascination and sweetness in her memories, even Zhou Changying couldn't help but feel a stir in her heart when she saw it.

Zhou Changying nodded slightly and commented: "Wan'er's characters are well drawn, and they also capture the charm of the people in the paintings." However, Wan'er's pen strength and color are like beginners, which is really puzzling to the teacher. Wan'er, can you tell me why?"

Lin Wan secretly complained in her heart, she learned sketch and gouache painting in her previous life, and although she could also do Chinese painting, she was not good at it. She used both sketching and gouache techniques to make this painting that she could quite handle.

Zhou Changying is an expert in this area, so he naturally saw the problem at a glance. If you want to talk about the strength of the brush and the use of paint, Lin Wan is indeed a layman. But how could she explain that what she had learned was not the same thing as what she was using now?

Lin Wan took a deep breath and said dejectedly: "Master, Wan'er is really not good at painting, she only learned to draw some patterns with her mother when she was a child, and she didn't seriously invite a master who taught painting. Therefore, for painting, Wan'er can indeed only be regarded as a beginner. ”

Zhou Changying thought of Zhao Liniang, who had been sick for many years, couldn't help but soften in her heart, nodded slightly, and said: "It's okay, Wan'er is talented and intelligent, and she has a good foundation, as long as I teach carefully for a few days, you can beat most talented girls in Beijing who have been drawn since elementary school." ”

Lin Wan smiled, nodded, and said, "Thank you, master." ”

Zhou Changying put down Lin Wan's painting, his eyes touched Ning Wuwu's painting again, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, turned his head to look at Ning Wuwu, and slowly said: "Wuwu, your painting is very good, but the artistic conception in this painting makes people feel a little sad." After a pause, he said, "Don't worry, I know you must have suffered a lot before, but now it's all in the past." You should let go of everything in the past and start over, instead of feeling bleak and lonely like this sunset. ”

Ning Wuwu raised his eyes to look at Zhou Changying, saw the distress and guilt in her eyes, couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, shook his head slightly, smiled faintly, and said, "Auntie, Wuwu has been such a character since he was a child, and he can't change it for a while." My aunt was right, everything was in the past and I should start a new life, so I didn't deliberately express anything, just painted according to the scene at the moment. ”

Zhou Changying sighed lightly, shook his head, and said, "Painting is the best way to express a person's inner thoughts and state of mind. It is also painted according to the scenery of the setting sun at this moment, but the artistic conception of each person is completely different. Wan'er paints a warm winter sun, but what you draw is a sunset without temperature. ”

Ning Wuwu looked at his painting, and indeed saw a red sun that was about to fall into the lake, and saw the dim shadows and shadows on the lake.

Lin Wan took a step forward, looked carefully at the scenery in the painting, and suddenly curled her lips and smiled, "Master, Wan'er doesn't think so." ”

Zhou Changying looked at Lin Wan suspiciously, frowned and asked, "According to Wan'er's opinion, what about it?"

Lin Wan smiled and said, "Master, Wan'er thinks that what kind of feeling a painting gives to others also depends on the mood of the person looking at the painting. For example, if you don't know when we painted this painting by Sister Sanssouci, just looking at this painting, some people may think that it is a picture of the afterglow of the sunset, and some people may think that it is a picture of a late autumn sunrise. If you were to paint the sunrise, would you be able to see a different state of mind?"

Zhou Changying turned his head to look at Ning Wuwu's painting again, and even Ning Wuwu looked at it curiously.

Sure enough, when I looked at this painting with the mentality of watching the sunrise at this moment, what I saw was no longer bleak and deserted, but the slowly rising temperature and endless hope.

Zhou Changying couldn't help but smile, nodded, and said: "Wan'er is right, the same painting, if you look at it with different attitudes, you can also see different artistic conceptions." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Ning Wuwu, and said meaningfully: "Wuwu, do you understand Wan'er's words? Auntie hopes that you, from now on, can be as happy as Wan'er, and think about everything in a good way. No matter what happens, you have to remember that I am your loved one. ”

Ning Wuwu looked at Zhou Changying in a daze, looking at the sincerity and love in her eyes, a warmth couldn't help but rise in her heart, her eyes turned red unconsciously, a smile appeared on her face, she nodded movingly, and said, "Yes, auntie, Wuwu understands." ”

Lin Wan was also a little touched in her heart, smiled slightly, walked to Ning Wuwu's side, reached out to hold her cold little hand, looked at her eyes, and said word by word: "Sister Wuwu, I am also your relative." ”