In the other direction, there are a bunch of male and female painters who paint and sketch, or rather painters are more appropriate.

One of these people is a teacher, the others are students, and one of them is the mother of the little boy Zhang Jie, a female painter who lives for her dreams. Of course, her dream is to be a female painter, and a traveling painter.

For this dream, she also became a single mother. Today is a rare time for her to spend with her children, but she is helpless to have a painting class today, so she can only bring her son with her.

Zhang Jie has limited time with this mother, and he is unfamiliar with the environment here, and the child's heart is not controlled. By the time the female painter's attention returned to her son, he was gone......

The female painter was anxious, the wetland park is so big, and I don't know when my son won't see it, can she not be in a hurry? Along the way, I asked people, some people said they had seen it here, some said they had seen it there, but after looking for a long time, they were dizzy.

"Excuse me, do you see a so high... So... Such a little boy did not ...... Oh no, thank you ......"

"Hey, eldest sister, have you seen... Oh, thank you..."

"This big brother, you've seen it over there... Oh, sorry, thank you..."

The female painter is very young, only about twenty-four or five years old, young and quiet, not very amazing, but there is a kind of stubbornness in her bones. She asked people all the way and found a lot of places.

"Hello, excuse me, have you seen a boy so tall and so big? Eyes..."The female painter came to Wang Yang and Feng Yin and described the appearance of her son.

Wang Yangfengyin and the couple of photographers have actually changed several places. This is a unique time for painters and photographers to collect wind from the sun setting in the west and reflecting the unique scenery of the wetlands.

The four of them shook their heads when they heard the female painter looking for the child, they really didn't notice.

The female painter was full of anxiety and disappointment, and when she was about to leave, she was stopped by Feng Yin and said, "You don't have to worry, we may be able to help you find it, as long as you are in this park, you won't lose it." Come, come and sit down. ”

At this moment, a strange young man came to Wang Yang's side, whispered a few words, and then left.

Where did the female painter have the heart to rest, so she hurriedly refused and wanted to leave.

"Miss, don't worry, I know where your child is. Is his name Zhang Jie?"

The female painter seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and said, "Yes, yes, sir, have you seen him......?"

Wang Yang nodded and said, "You don't have to worry, your son was in a corner at the time and met my daughter, and now he is with my daughter." You and us take a break here, they'll come over later... You are... Single mother?"

Wang Yang's words surprised the photographer and his wife, and they had long felt that they were not ordinary people. There was a scene of a man whispering to Wang Yang just now, and they were even more sure of this.

The female painter is skeptical, but since people know what their son is called, they shouldn't fool themselves, and looking at other people's demeanor and dress, they shouldn't be liars, right?

"Single mothers... I... Sort of......" The female painter also felt sad in her heart, strictly speaking she was not a single mother, because she did not have custody of her son.

"Hey, you're a painter?" Feng Yin was a little surprised when she saw the painting tools she was holding in her hand.

The female painter smiled bitterly when she heard this, shook her head, and said, "Painter, that is my dream, but it's a pity that ......"

"It's a pity that the dream is very plump and the reality is very skinny, right?" Wang Yang glanced at the picture of the female painter exposed, and had already concluded that she had taken the wrong path, so he said this.

This sentence is very interesting, but it pokes at many people who live for their dreams. Not only female painters, but also photographers and couples. If you want to be a successful photographer, you have to pay a lot of energy and time, and you have to pay a lot of money!

Painters are much better in relative terms, but it is more difficult to produce results! It's all art, and if art is not recognized, it's rubbish!

"From this picture you painted, I can see that you are on the wrong path! Your sketch should be good, but you have a beautiful talent for other colors and brushwork, but your imagination should be good. Unfortunately, you don't have a talent for color, and you can't be an impressionist painter. ”

Wang Yang's comment in the tone of a master makes people naturally very unconvinced.

"If you listen to me and still work as an original artist, maybe there is a way to make money, yes, it's money for money. Nor will your talent be wasted. ”

This sentence is even more unpleasant, what kind of money and money? You are tarnishing art!

If it weren't for what this person just said that he could find his son, the female painter would have left.

Over there, Wang Guoguo was playing vigorously with his sister and teacher, and after teaching Xiao Zhangjie to write his own name, he taught him to write her name, and then taught him to write the names of his parents. No way, Wang Guoguo asked him what his parents' names were, but he didn't know at all.

At this moment, a young man walked up to this side and said, "Miss, the eldest brother asked Miss to take this little boy over." His mother, who is looking for him, is now with his eldest brother and sister-in-law......"

"Ah, uncle, you know where my mother is, I'm going to find my mother......" Xiao Zhangjie said with a crying voice.

Wang Guoguo shook his head and said, "Look at your little look, aren't you just looking for your mother, go, my sister and teacher will take you to ......"

Not long after, Wang Guoguo and Xiao Zhang appeared in the sight of Wang Yang and the female painter. The female painter ran over excitedly, held her son in her arms, walked back and thanked Wang Yang, and then there was it. The female painter is really not interested in Wang Yang, a person who insults art.

It seems that he is a rich man, but can a rich person insult art with money? The female painter actually despises Wang Yangdi quite in her heart.

"Hey, Mom and Dad, this aunt is a little strange, this is leaving?" Wang Guoguo was a little puzzled.

Xiao Zhang Jie over there frequently looked back at Wang Guoguo and said, "Mom, I can write my own name, it was my sister teacher who taught me." I'll also have the names of my sister, teacher, and her parents......."

The female painter was depressed, I don't know how old the little girl is, but she is obviously younger than her son, and she actually fooled my son to call my sister teacher? It is really too much! As you can imagine, her parents are not good people......

"What's the name of her parents?" the female painter was a little strange now.

"My sister's teacher is called Wang Guoguo, and her parents are called Wang Yangfengyin... These words... I'll write it......" Xiao Zhangjie said proudly.

"What?!Wang Guoguo, Wang Yang, Fengyin?" The female painter was shocked, several songs she liked very much, all of which were written and composed by Wang Yang, so she learned about Wang Yang by the way, and hurriedly said: "Son, write those names quickly and show them to ...... mother."

Xiao Zhangjie wrote crookedly, and the female painter was completely stunned, and immediately pulled her son back, she was going to apprentice......