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Chapter 94 094: You have grown up

"Mission Accomplished: Creating Beautiful Portraits of Mothers"

"Acquire mission points: 0.5"

Yu Lan looked at the portrait and was speechless. She really couldn't think of what to say for a while, would you like to praise her son's painting skills?It doesn't make sense to say these things now. Finally, she sighed, stretched out her hand to touch her son's face, and said with a smile, "Mom is getting old, and my son has grown up!"

Mo Nanbei had already put down the paintbrush in his hand, hugged Yu Lan and said, "You are not getting old, you will be getting younger and younger!"

"Haha, nonsense, how can anyone live younger and live longer?" Yu Lan was very happy when she heard the words, she put her eyes on the painting again, looked at it carefully, and said, "That's great!"

Seeing that Yu Lan wanted to pick up the painting, Mo Nanbei immediately said, "Mom, this painting can't be moved yet. It's an oil painting, and the things on it flow easily. When it dries a bit, I'll frame it. When the time comes I'll show you again!"

"Yeah!" Yu Lan struggled to look away from the painting, and then said to Mo Nanbei: "Take a rest, I'll go and replace your father!"

Yu Lan walked out, and Mo Nanbei slowly took off the painting he named "Mom" and put it aside, then put a new canvas on the easel.

"How can you have such a high level of oil painting?" Han Yitong asked in disbelief.

"Hmm! Didn't I tell you? This is talent. There are some things you mortals can't achieve in a lifetime, but I just need an epiphany!" Mo Nanbei said lonely.

"Puchi!" Han Yitong laughed, "You are really thick-skinned, why didn't you feel it before?"

"I used to always maintain the demeanor of a teacher, but now I don't need it, we are good friends!" Mo Nanbei said with a smile, "Do you want a picture? I won't charge you!"

"Is it possible?" Han Yitong asked with some surprise.

"Okay, after a while I finish painting my dad, and I'll make another painting for you!" Mo Nanbei said with a smile.

Painting is different from calligraphy. Calligraphy is very exhausting to write according to the requirements, because it needs to be compulsively experienced, but painting only makes one's inner feelings based on the things in front of you, and it is not forced from the inside out.

On the contrary, the effect on the spirit is a kind of nurturing.

Mo Jianzhi walked in from the door. Hearing Yu Lan's continuous praise of his son's superb painting skills, he was also very curious. After entering the room, he went to the painting to look at it.

At a glance, Mo Jianzhi has many feelings.

I saw Yu Lan countless times from morning to night every day, and I didn't feel very deeply about Yu Lan's changes, but seeing the woman in this painting at this time evoked him for a while. memories.

She is old, and she is also old. Her life of inaction has caused her to suffer too much, so that now she has completely lost the appearance of yesterday.

"Your mother has suffered with me all these years!" Mo Jianzhi said after coming back to his senses.

Mo Nanbei patted his father on the shoulder and said, "Dad, you have done everything you can, and Mom is willing to suffer all this. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer again for the rest of my life."

"Haha! Good! Hurry up and draw it for me. After your mother went back, she kept showing off to me. Draw me one too, and I'll show it off too! Well, the drawing should be more beautiful." Mo Jianzhi The words changed suddenly.

Mo Nanbei was speechless, and asked Mo Jianzhi to pose and prepare to start creating.

Mo Jianzhi dressed more casually, with a blue checked vest on his upper body, large gray pants on his lower body, and a pair of fake old BJ cloth shoes on his feet.

Wearing this outfit, he sat in Yu Lan's position just now, with his legs spread apart, and said carelessly, "Let's draw!"

Mo Nanbei has already started, still the same steps, quickly complete a sketch, and then show the scenery and characters layer by layer.

Mo Jianzhi's skin is dark, dry, and has a short beard. There are many wounds on his bare skin, whether it is his face, neck, or arms, especially his hands.

His eyesight is not good and he is often injured. He used a Band-Aid and then continued to work. In summer, sweat often stung his wounds very painfully, but he did not intend to tell his family, and even Mo Nanbei and Yu Lan saw his wounds while eating.

His back is more obvious because he squats or bends when he works, and he works all afternoon, which has greatly changed his body shape.

But he is trying to straighten up. This man has his own stubbornness. He always asks Mo Nanbei to straighten his waist and not to shrug his shoulders.

The man has always been upright.

Mo Nanbei had observed him carefully before. It was on his way to school once that he saw Mo Jianzhi standing on a shelf with his sweaty back exposed, laying bricks one by one under the sun.

That day, Mo Nanbei didn't know why, after returning home, that scene always appeared in his mind, and he would cry inexplicably.

This man may not be a successful person, but he can be a representative of thousands of men who have worked hard to support their families, and he can be a representative of thousands of fathers who have dedicated themselves silently.

Half an hour later, the time was even shorter this time. A martial arts master's muscle control is much stronger than that of a painting master. His speed can be as fast as four, five, or even eight or nine strokes per second, and he can do it right. .

Art is something that needs a soul, and a painting also needs a soul.

When Mo Nanbei's last stroke came down, he breathed a sigh of relief. This feeling was really good.

After the creation, the man's hard work, years, struggles and his efforts to straighten his body are all perfectly interpreted in this picture.

"Okay!" Mo Nanbei said to Mo Jianzhi.

Mo Jianzhi was overjoyed when he heard the words, and sat up from the chair. To be honest, it was really uncomfortable for a man like him to sit motionless on the chair.

Mo Jianzhi couldn't wait to come over to watch the painting his son made for him. With Yu Lan's portrait as a foreshadowing, he had high expectations for his own portrait.

When he saw the portrait, the expression on Mo Jianzhi's face disappeared. As the portrait himself, he could feel the emotion and meaning conveyed in the painting better than anyone else.

He is very emotional, he has lived a life of worthlessness all his life, and his appearance of hard work is just one of the thousands of ordinary people, but he can't help but sigh because of the various experiences he has experienced.

Immediately, he felt very relieved. His son can express these in the painting, so he must have understood the hard work of his father, which made him very satisfied. Who knows better than the person who has devoted his whole life to it? Do you feel more happy because of your own efforts?

In the end, Mo Jianzhi also uttered a sentence: "You have grown up!"

(End of this chapter)