On the road.

Zhou Kun asked curiously: "I can paint oil paintings at the age of 17, and my family is very good?" ”

Thinking of Lu An's family, Zhou Jingni secretly sighed, and didn't know how to speak for a while?

There is helplessness, sympathy, and regret, and I am also moved by the sincere feelings of the three brothers and sisters to join the group for warmth.

Without waiting for a reply, Zhou Kun glanced at it: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhou Jingni looked out the window and said with mixed feelings: "If I tell you that his family is poor, his parents died early, and it is difficult to even eat and go to school, what would you think?" ”

Zhou Kun was stunned: "Is it so miserable? ”

Zhou Jingni folded her hands on her knees, sighed and said, "His life is more bitter than you think." ”

Zhou Kun felt like he was listening to the book of heaven: "Then how did he come into contact with oil paintings?"

And how did you learn oil painting?

Painting can't be done overnight, there has to be a process of learning and practicing, right? ”

Zhou Jingni was also puzzled by this question, but pondered: "I once asked him about the situation of his family, and his mother seems to come from a painting family, and she paints well. ”

Zhou Kun asked, "You mean, this is what her mother taught?" ”

Zhou Jingni shook her head lightly: "I don't know much about this, I didn't know much about his ability to paint, just a few days earlier than you know, and I haven't thought deeply about this."

But I noticed one problem, if it is true, as you said, that his sketching has surpassed you and has gone out of his own way, it is definitely a talent. ”

As a teacher, she is the most perceptible to her students' hobbies and specialties, and she is also the most able to summarize and define, which comes from the sensitivity of her profession.

Talent!

If this is really the case, then it is talented, although Zhou Kun did not answer the question, he thought so in his heart.

The Family Courtyard of the Education Bureau is not particularly far from Guifei Lane, passing through the municipal government and the city No. 1 Middle School, and it will be there quickly.

In these days, owning a car in China is an obvious status symbol.

And in a mountainous city like Baoqing, it is even more remarkable to have a car.

When Santana slowly drove into Guifei Alley, as a group of half-grown children shouted, the faces of the old and young masters were attached to the glass windows and hung in the corridor, all of them stretched their necks as if looking at the Western scenery, with a strange expression.

Widow Zhang looked coldly at Zhou Jingni's frequent visits to Lu An's house in the past two days, and her heart was sour, her favorite cabbage would never belong to her again, and the most imminent taboo in her heart had to be sealed.

She compared through the window, and she found that she was inferior to Zhou Jingni in everything except Sao, her family background was inferior, her cultural level was inferior, and her appearance was inferior...

Sao, this is the evaluation of the entire men, women and children in Guifei Lane.

Although someone dares to scold her on the bright side, she will go out of her way to tear that person's mouth, a man scolds and tears a man's mouth, and a woman scolds, not only tearing her mouth, but also tearing it.

But every time she looks in the mirror alone, when she lies alone in bed and thinks about the young man downstairs, she feels that "Sao" is the most appropriate word for herself in the world. She often secretly spits on herself like this.

It's really bone-in-one, and my legs get wet just thinking about it.

The people in Guifei Lane were all looking at the two and talking, but Lu An was quietly drawing in the bedroom.

Draw the "eternity" of his heart.

After reading the book for most of the day, when he rested, he couldn't help but pick up the paintbrush.

In his previous life, he went from comprehension to brushwork, and the accumulation was rich.

After many rounds of scrutiny, do you know which one should fall down? Which place should I wear what color? Be clear about every detail.

Therefore, at this time, the painting is quite comfortable, very relaxed, and the pen is full of spirit and charm.

"Luan, are you at home?"

Outside the door, Zhou Jingni knocked on the door and shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, you come in by yourself, the door is not closed."

The courtyard door is really not closed, or as long as he is at home, he often does not close during the day.

Because Li Dong and Ye Run would often come to visit the door, they ran up and down many times, and he got tired of opening the door, and then most of them just closed there and opened as soon as they pushed.

The wooden door squeaked and opened from the outside to the inside.

There was another squeak and it closed from the inside out, instantly cutting off most of the view.

"Where are you?" Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, Zhou Jingni stood at the door of the hall and asked.

It was only a symbolic inquiry, there was no one in the hall and courtyard, and she guessed that Luan must be in the bedroom. Is this a question to ask if it is inconvenient for her and her cousin to go in?

Don't blame her for thinking too much, after all, in this kind of weather, many men sleep in bed with a big crotch.

There are even some of them that are even wilder, and the oyster mushrooms grow in the mountains and forests, just basking in the sun.

"Draw in the bedroom, Mr. Zhou, come in." Lu An's painting was getting up, so he didn't bother to move.

Draw...

Zhou Jingni and Zhou Kun glanced at each other, suddenly slowed down, and walked in lightly.

Seeing the two of them coming in, Lu An just raised his head and smiled at Zhou Kun, which was regarded as a greeting.

Then he said to Zhou Jingni: "Teacher Zhou, you help me greet the guests, there is tea brought by Sister Qingchi on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall." ”

"Don't be so polite, don't disturb your work." As a fellow practitioner, Zhou Kun could understand his mood at the moment, and responded politely, standing behind Lu An and watching him paint.

Lu Anhun didn't care about strangers entering the door, and continued his own affairs, because the person was brought by Lao Zhou, and I believe that Lao Zhou would receive it well.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room seemed a little eerie.

Undistracted, Lu Ann ignored external factors and continued to paint.

Sometimes the brush falls on the canvas, sometimes he mixes different colors on the palette, sometimes he stands in front of the easel and examines it seriously, sometimes his face shows a light emotion.

Zhou Kun looked at the canvas intently, his expression changed from freehand to solemn, more and more rigorous, the longer he pondered, the more shocking he became, and he didn't say a word throughout the whole process.

The current situation is completely different from his pride at his uncle's house, and the two of them are judged before and after.

As for Zhou Jingni, after making a pot of tea, she watched from the side, looking at the paintings, people, Lu An's paintings, and her cousin's fascination, thoughtfully.

At one point, she quietly exited her bedroom, left the yard, and pulled out a Nikon SLR from Santana's backseat bag.

Click! With a soft sound, she photographed Lu Ann from the side as he painted.

Click! There was another soft sound, and from the diagonal back, the painting, Lu An, and the cousin with the hanging tail were all photographed in.

Click! With a third soft sound, she made a close-up of the oil painting on the canvas.

After three sounds, Zhou Jingni put away the camera, and the shooting just now was to commemorate this interesting moment.

It's called a "fun" moment because she has witnessed the evolution of a professional painter from a communicative mindset to a religious, childlike one.

Seeing that her cousin behaved like a primary school student, she suddenly had a sense of absurdity: Lu An may be on the eve of dawn now, and the night will be sunny after the night.

This sense of absurdity disappeared in a flash, and she didn't know if it was accurate?

But after taking three photos, she stopped taking them, for fear that it would affect Lu An's painting.

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