"That's good." Mu Ya thought for a while and said, "Did grandpa ask people to prepare two more paintings so that grandma's paintings could be preserved?" ”

As several people walked up the stairs, Grandpa couldn't help but sigh and said helplessly: "This painting ...... One painting already requires countless experiences from the artist, where can I make a few of them? Let's make one! The materials and things used are excellent, and it took so much time to paint it, which is so easy. ”

On the second floor, Cheng Lao's footsteps stopped, glanced at Mu Ya, sighed helplessly, and said: "This one, after I look at it for a long time, after the painting loses its original charm and charm, I am almost old, even if this is the case, why force it?" Draw again, it's not so good! ”

Cheng Lao whispered softly, which inexplicably made Mu Ya feel a little nostalgic.

When people reach old age, they regret their lives in the twilight and count the rest of their lives, which is a sad thing.

Mu Yazhi felt that the whole person had become very helpless, and couldn't help sighing, and said helplessly: "Grandpa, don't think so much, these things ...... No one can control it, can it? ”

"Well, let's go, I'll take you to see her portrait." As he spoke, he looked back at Mu Ya again, as if he remembered something, and took a deep breath and said, "Don't say it, Xiaoya, take a closer look, you and her do have some similarities in some aspects." ”

"Oh? Is it? When Cheng Lao said this, Mu Ya was a little surprised, and asked suspiciously.

Cheng Lao nodded hurriedly and said, "Really, Gong Ye, did you say?" ”

Gong Ye symbolically glanced at Mu Ya on the side, shook his head and said, "Where is the like?" It's not like it at all, grandpa, I think you like Xiaoya, I think she is kind like grandma! ”

Cheng Lao frowned: "Why is it not like it?" Isn't that very similar? ”

Gong Ye shook his head solemnly: "Won't you know when you read it later?" Xiaoya, if you don't believe it, just come in and take a look. ”

"Okay, let's go in and have a look." Mu Ya looked at Cheng Lao with a smile: "Grandpa, come and see me." ”

"Come, right in front, hang in my study." Cheng Lao also had a little smile on his face, but the look in his eyes was filled with sadness and unwillingness, as soon as he looked at it, he knew that in his heart, he was afraid that he really thought of his grandmother, otherwise how could he be so expressionful?

Inexplicably, Mu Ya was a little sad, and she didn't know where this feeling came from.

In the corridor on the second floor, there are several oil paintings, each of which is priceless, although Mu Ya has not studied this, but this famous oil painting, more or less knows.

Walking to the end of the corridor on the second floor, Cheng Lao walked to a door that was not good-looking, stretched out his hand to verify it with his fingerprint, and opened the door with a sound.

Cheng Lao turned his head to Mu Ya and said, "Xiaoya, come in, the portrait is here." ”

Mu Ya bowed, followed, and walked into the study.

The study occupies almost half of the entire second floor, with a dazzling array of books filling the shelves of the room, behind the wardrobe, in front of the wall farthest from the door, there is a desk and a chair, and on the wall, sure enough, there is a brightly colored and elegant portrait oil painting.

Not long after entering the door, Mu Ya looked at the study a few times and saw it.

If Cheng Lao hadn't told her, to be honest, she would almost have believed that this was drawn, and Shen Yun's movements were exactly the same as real people.