The portrait is very realistic.

The handsome young man in white clothes and black pants was slightly sideways, and the corners of his red lips seemed to be smiling.

With one hand in his pocket, he looks back at the sideways.

She stood on the bridge, her dark peach blossom eyes shining.

The breeze blows the young man's dark hair, and the young man's posture is cold and luxurious, which is the temperament and appearance of the wicked.

However, the eyes that came over at that moment were full of laughter and joy.

It's like stepping out of the frame and talking to you.

Mrs. Qin was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted, this is a portrait.

Not a real person.

For a moment, the expression on her face was extremely complicated.

In fact, Qin Zong's painting skills are not very superb.

From Madame Qin's point of view, there are defects in both brushstrokes and colors.

However, all the flaws, when perceiving the strong feelings of the author's writing, become unimportant.

Any art is used to express emotions.

Sadness or joy, sorrow or anger.

It doesn't matter if the goal is achieved or the process is.

Mrs. Qin looked at the painting hanging in the corner, the tip of her nose was sore, and her throat suddenly surged with the urge to cry.

She looked at the smiling boy in the portrait and covered her mouth with her hands.

The whole room fell silent for a while.

Qin Zheng didn't speak, just stood beside Mrs. Qin.

It took a long time for Mrs. Qin to recover her emotions, and she turned her eyes to look at her husband, "You...... How was it discovered? ”

Suppressed emotions and crying are hidden in the voice.

Qin Zheng sighed softly, "I found someone to keep an eye on Lian Feng's kid's whereabouts." ”

found that Lian Feng actually bought a lot of painting tools.

He was a little surprised at first, and thought that something was wrong with Lian Feng's brain, why did he suddenly want to learn to draw.

Later, I found out that the painting tools that Lian Feng bought were all prepared for Qin Zong.

Madame Qin took a slight breath and turned to the table, wanting to sit for a while.

only to find some drawings scattered on the table.

She reached out and picked up the first one.

I took a serious look at it.

After reading it, I picked up the second and third ones......

It was found that these paintings painted by Qin Zong were all coherent.

It should be the past memories of Xiaozong and Yan Tao......

Madame Qin's face turned slightly pale, and her eyes were fixed on the first painting in a daze.

The teenager at the beginning is flamboyant and wanton.

Rushing along a winding mountain road, the black hair was flamboyant.

Madame Qin didn't continue to look down, she gently put down the sketches, put them all in place and put them back in their original positions.

There was a look of confusion and thought in his eyes, and he muttered, "Did I do something wrong?" ”

Qin Zheng walked over slowly, his voice gentle and low, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. ”

From the mother's point of view, Mrs. Qin just wants to protect her child.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Mrs. Qin turned around, she looked up at her husband and pursed her lips slightly, "When he was born, he was only so small, the size of a kitten. It's the same baby, other people's children are all healthy, only my child was born in the intensive care unit. In the first few years of my birth, I didn't dare to close my eyes when I went to bed at night, for fear that something would happen to my child in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, he would be gone......"

"If I hadn't been careless, I wouldn't have plotted better than others, and later I went mad, making him suffer from illness since he was a child......"

Mrs. Qin's face was full of guilt and distress.