Chapter 144

At the same time, Daiyu's interest in charcoal painting suddenly increased.

"Sister, is this a charcoal drawing? It's amazing. ”

From getting up on the boat, it was the first time that Moyu heard Daiyu's energetic voice, which made her originally tense thoughts relax a little, if Daiyu had been immersed in sorrow and couldn't get rid of it, this was something that neither she nor Lin Ruhai wanted to see.

Thankfully, she did.

Mo Yu nodded lightly at Daiyu's pupils that were open because of curiosity.

"Yes, the painting just now was drawn by my sister with charcoal, does Daiyu want to learn? My sister can hand it over to you, but it~"

"But what?" Originally, when she heard that Sister Moyu was going to teach her to paint this kind of magical painting, Daiyu was naturally willing, but her sister stopped, which made Daiyu anxious.

I wondered if my sister didn't want to teach herself.

Mo Yu, who didn't guess Daiyu's thoughts, just suddenly wanted to tease her, and when she saw a thoughtful expression on her face, she interrupted: "But Daiyu's white little hands, I'm afraid I can't keep them." ”

As he spoke, he sighed regretfully.

It seems that something particularly regrettable has happened.

The appearance of this living treasure made Daiyu laugh all at once, looking at her sister who was trying to make herself happy, the sad thoughts in Daiyu's heart dissipated all at once, and she was even ashamed that she had such a bad guess.

Carefully nestled into Moyu's arms, Xiao Niyin said: "It's okay, Daiyu likes this painting, my sister will teach me." ”

Daiyu's sudden hug made Moyu stunned for a moment, and the next words were that Moyu fell in love with her even more.

Putting away her indecent appearance, Mo Yu touched Daiyu's hairy little head, "Well, come and teach you sister." ”

As he spoke, he stuffed the charcoal pen on the table into Daiyu's hand, and led her to the desk, where Duan Yan had already laid out a blank piece of paper.

Mo Yu's hand was attached to Daiyu's hand, teaching her to print on white paper, and in a few simple clicks, she first traced a person's facial features.

"Sister, everyone's face shape is different, if you want to draw a person well, you need to observe him yourself, the most important thing is that you have to observe his characteristics, what characteristics can make people think of him at the first time, you have to firmly grasp this point, such as scars, imprints, black moles, moles, etc., as well as the different positions that appear, these are the basis for judging a person." Moyu knew that Daiyu had a good memory, so he also intended to teach her.

Sure enough, after Moyu finished speaking, Daiyu fell into thought, and after a while, Daiyu wondered: "Then what if that person's face is white and has no characteristics?" How can my sister tell the difference? ”

"This is also simple, or need to observe, at this time what needs to be observed is the person's eyes, as the saying goes, the finishing touch, why there is the origin of this allusion, this is because the eyes are the windows of the soul, everyone's eyes are different, only with eyes, that dragon, this person is alive."

Daiyu nodded a little incomprehensibly, thinking about the mother that her sister painted just now, it was indeed because of the mother's eyes in the painting that made her feel so incredible.

"There are thousands of kinds of people, and each person's eyes have their characteristics, and a slight change can make a person's temperament change greatly." As she spoke, Mo Yu led Daiyu's hand to keep writing on the paper.

"Look." Motioned for Daiyu to look at the paper.

Daiyu exclaimed, it turned out that when Moyu explained just now, a portrait painting had already been formed, and Daiyu didn't immediately recognize the person in the painting at this time, and looked at it carefully for a long time before he hesitated: "Is this my father?" ”

"It's indeed a father, can my sister tell my sister, why are you hesitating?"

"Although my sister is still exactly the same as the painting, but the temperament is worse than the father, the father is strict, especially to us, although strict but more loved, so the father's eyes treat us always softly, calmly, full of reliability, but the father on the painting looks a bit like the second brother Lian."

After speaking, Daiyu lowered her head a little embarrassed, and the girl next to her also came up to take a closer look, and finally had to say that what Daiyu said was right, although she looked like a master, this look was more like the young master of the Jia family.

It's not impossible that the eldest lady misses the young master, after all, where can the eldest lady see a good-looking man like the young master on weekdays. However, this young master has already married, and the Lin family will never allow the eldest lady to be a concubine, it seems that there is a way to dispel the eldest lady's idea, Mama Zhang and Mama Wang glanced at each other, and had an idea in their hearts.

Fortunately, Moyu didn't know what the grandmothers were thinking, otherwise she would have fainted, is she this person who likes beautiful men? Although it is true, Jia Lian is definitely not her dish, and is she crazy? Jump into the fire pit of Jiafu by yourself.

At this moment, she was praising Daiyu, and her little face was full of satisfaction.

"Indeed, my sister sees it very well, and indeed as my sister said, but with a slight change in the eye part, the temperament of the whole painting is completely different, this is the charm of the eyes. Does my sister understand? ”

"Uh-huh." Daiyu nodded vigorously, it was really amazing.

"Then now my sister will try it herself."

As he spoke, he let go of his hand and looked at Daiyu encouragingly.

Catching her sister's encouraging gaze, Daiyu took a deep breath, held the charcoal pen, and tried to think about something, before she started to move for a long time.

Learn the appearance of Moyu, first sketch a person's face shape, then facial features, and finally eyes.

Daiyu, who knew the trick, drew quickly, although she thought about it for a long time, but the time to really paint was actually very short.

Originally, the grandmothers were still watching Miss paint seriously, but after Daiyu's painting took shape, they were horrified to find that Miss Daiyu was painting no one else, it was the young master of the table, Jia Lian.

It's over, it's over, but the two young ladies like the young master.

It's a big deal.

Daiyu completely ignored her grandmother's deep worries, and after the painting was finished, she was only worried that Moyu would criticize her and think that she did not paint well, although this possibility was very small.

"Well, the drawing is very good, basically what I just told you, you have written it down, but some places are slightly modified. Like here, and here. Mo Yu praised Daiyu while pointing out the shortcomings.

One teaches, the other learns, and it's a lot of fun.

At the same time, what the grandmothers were worried about, Moyu didn't realize it at all, she just felt that Daiyu was young when she painted Jia Lian, and she subconsciously imitated her own behavior, and she didn't feel that there was any other meaning in it.

In such a teaching atmosphere, time passed very quickly, and after a while, the sky darkened, and when Ping'er and the others lit the lamp, the two suddenly realized that it was too late.

Ignoring Daiyu's exuberant appearance, Moyu forcibly dragged Daiyu to the desk in front of the bed, where their dinner had already been placed.

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