"Xiao Tang, I heard that your son's painting is also in it?" Dong Yushi held his hands behind his back, and his white-gray hair was tied behind his head with a long rope. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's right, the dog Tang Xiaochen did participate in this competition." Tang Tianjian nodded, with a proud look in his eyes, "That grape story was made by the dog, Dong Lao, let me take you to see it?" ”

Hearing the word grape at first glance, Dong Yushi's eyes darkened, and he walked in the direction indicated by Tang Tianjian.

What catches the eye is a work that is generally rough and very delicate in terms of details, with black, white and gray throughout, the delicate grape pen is very powerful, and the light gray residual leaves are dotted in the back, which is quite wanton and free.

Dong Yushi picked up this painting at the top, and there is no doubt that this will be the leader of this competition. And the things painted in it slowly aroused his affection.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Dong Yushi slowly turned to Tang Tianjian, "It's disgraceful for you to do this." "Only the people inside know about recruiting apprentices, and this painting is so similar to the hairpin, if it is a coincidence, he will not believe it.

"I'm sorry, Old Dong, I really want Xiaochen to worship under your old man's door. As you can see, he is very talented, it's just that my teaching skills are limited and I don't want to bury him. Tang Tianjian directly bent down and bowed, with a sincere request between his words.

"Get up, you don't have to be like this, Xiaochen, this kid, I'll take it." Dong Yushi put down the painting in his hand, his fingertips rubbed the dark gray paper slightly, and there was nostalgia and resentment in his eyes.

Tang Tianjian, who heard the affirmative answer, directly grinned his lips, which parent is not always in a certain future for his child, and now Dong Lao's promise has undoubtedly paved a bright road for Tang Xiaochen.

"Let's go." Now that the students have been selected, there is no need to read the other works. Dong Yushi opened the door directly and was about to leave, but it happened that a member of the painting association passed by with a pile of obsolete paintings, and then, you guessed it, the works were scattered all over the sky in an incredible way.

"What do you do! Almost offended Dong Lao! Seeing this, Tang Tianjian scolded repeatedly, and looked at Dong Yushi apologetically.

"It's okay, the young man is young and energetic, not like me, old man~" replied jokingly, and then squatted down to help the young member pick up the paper, without the posture of a president at all.

Dong Yushi is taller, not as clear as Xie De, but more like an old man and strong, looking majestic. So he squatted down to help, both disobediently and flattering to the young man.

The colorful works all over the place can't help but dazzle people's eyes. However, a trace of abrupt black suddenly grabbed Dong Yushi's sight, he reached out and picked up this painting that was half stained with black ink, his hands trembled unconsciously, and finally he leaned back directly, plopped, and sat on the ground.

"Old Dong, what's wrong with you? It doesn't matter. Tang Tianjian hurriedly grabbed Dong Yushi's arm, but Dong Yushi was stuck on the ground like a piece of wood, did not answer, and did not react.

Tang Tianjian didn't understand either, and shouted directly at the young man next to him: "Look at the good things you did, come and help!" Beckoning, the young man immediately ran over with his head bowed, and the two of them drove Dong Yushi back to the lounge one by one.

Dong Yushi was still the same as if he had been evil, and his two hands were tightly dragging the half-ruined painting, and even his lips trembled.

"Elder Dong, what is wrong with you, do you want to call a doctor?" Tang Tianjian asked nervously while rubbing Dong Yushi's back. This is the backer I just found for my own son, so there can be no accidents.

Dong Yushi slowly closed his eyes, but the corners of his eyes were a little moist, if Tang Xiaochen's grape story gave him a wave in his heart, then this painting directly threw his heart into the sea of memories.

The man who painted this picture is not yet sophisticated, but what attracts him is a mixture of two emotions: happiness and despair.

He is not a person who will be biased because of the content of the painting, just like Tang Xiaochen at the beginning, to a certain extent, he is just to sell Tang Tianjian a face, as for the painting of Grape Story, although it is a little touching, but what he likes is Tang Xiaochen's painting style, brushstrokes, and potential.

And this one completely moved him with emotion.

I remember that when he painted this picture, his heart was full of happiness and joy, however, the appearance of Shedd ruined all this comfort, he not only took away the smiling woman, but also forced her to death and died of illness? Major depressive disorder is also death?

God knows how desperate he was when he learned of her death! God knows how much he wants Shedd to die a bad death!

However, nothing can go back, just like the painting that has been spliced together, no matter how beautiful it is, it can only become scattered fragments in the end.

"Who is the person who painted this picture?" Dong Yushi opened his eyes, turned his head and asked the young man steadily.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied excitedly, after all, there were not many opportunities to talk to the master, "Mr. Dong, because this painting is strange, many people on our side have talked about it, it seems to be painted by a girl in Ink City, Jiang City." ”

The young man tilted his head slightly, as if to recall, "I don't know the name, but I heard that her mother had a car accident while she was drawing, so she gave up the race and ran to the hospital." ”

"No wonder." Dong Yushi pondered for a while, "Tang Tianjian, tell the association organizer, I will accept this girl." ”

"Dong Lao, what about my son?" Tang Tianjian's eyes widened, and he looked surprised.

"Don't worry, I'll take your son too." After speaking, he took Mu Ling's painting and slowly walked out of the lounge, his staggering back, revealing gloom and desolation.

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At the same time, the starting point editing room.

"Kogoro, I heard that the editor-in-chief went to visit a junior high school student." A young man with a brown-and-yellow airplane head and a floral shirt tapped Kogoro on the shoulder.

"The third year of junior high school?" Kogoro turned his seat around, and it was a man with a beautiful face and short fluffy hair.

"Yes, it seems that she is a famous talented woman who writes novels part-time, and even the editor-in-chief comes directly to negotiate the contract!" The young man spread his hands and complained, "Alas, people's salaries and benefits at a young age exceed ours, and I don't know when we will be able to survive these little editors~"

"Ruhua, don't think about it, you have the ability to come up with such a popular novel." Kogoro continued to stare at the computer, teasing softly.

And Comrade Ruhua jumped directly to his feet, "I said don't call me Ruhua!" Lao Tzu, this is a screen name! Do you understand the screen name! Disgusting to those who want to climb the editor. After saying that, he sat on the swivel chair next to him, his feet on the desk, and he was not afraid of kicking over the computer.