My 1991

On the way.

Zhou Kun asked curiously: "You can draw oil paintings at the age of 17. Your family is very good?"

Thinking of Lu An's family, Zhou Jingni sighed secretly and didn't know what to say.

There was helplessness, sympathy, and regret, and I was also moved by the sincere emotions of the three brothers and sisters joining the group to keep warm.

Without waiting for a reply, Zhou Kun turned his head and glanced: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Jingni looked out the window and said with complicated emotions: "What would you think if I told you that his family is impoverished, his parents died young, and it is difficult to even eat and go to school?"

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

Zhou Jingni folded her hands on her knees and sighed: "His life is harder than you imagine."

Zhou Kun felt like he was listening to a book from heaven: "Then how did he come into contact with oil painting?

How did you learn oil painting?

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

Zhou Jingni was also puzzled by this question, but she thought about it and said, "I once asked him about his family situation. His mother seems to come from a painting family and is good at painting."

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

Zhou Jingni shook her head lightly: "I'm not sure about this. I only knew that he could draw a few days before you did, so I haven't thought deeply about it yet.

But I noticed a problem. If it is as you said, his sketches surpass yours and he has gone his own way, then it is definitely a talent. "

As a teacher, she is the easiest to detect and define the interests and talents of her students. This is due to her professional sensitivity.

talent!

If this is really the case, then he is gifted. Although Zhou Kun did not answer the question, he was thinking in his heart.

The Family Home of the Education Bureau is not particularly far from Guifei Lane. It passes by the municipal government and the No. 1 Middle School and will be there soon.

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

And in a mountainous city like Baoqing, having a car is even more remarkable.

When Santana slowly drove into Royal Concubine Lane, a group of half-year-old children were shouting and yelling. The faces of young and old men were pressed against the glass windows and hung in the corridor, and they all stretched their necks as if they were looking at a Western scene. A strange look on his face.

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

She compared herself through the window and found that except for her coquettishness, she was not as good as Zhou Jingni in every aspect. Her family background was not as good as hers, her education level was not as good as hers, and her appearance was not as good as hers.

Sexy, this is the evaluation of her by all the men, women and children in Guifei Lane.

Even if someone dares to scold her for being coquettish, she will go to great lengths to tear that person's mouth apart. A man's scolding will tear apart a man's mouth, and a woman's scolding will not only tear apart his mouth, but also his body.

But every time when she looked in the mirror alone, when she was lying in bed alone and thinking about the young man downstairs, she felt that "saucy" was the most appropriate word for her in the world. She often secretly despised herself for being shameless.

It's so painful that my legs get wet just thinking about it.

Everyone in Guifei Lane was watching the two people talking, but Lu An was quietly painting in his bedroom.

Paint the "eternity" that is in his heart.

After reading for a long time, when he took a break, he couldn't help but pick up the paintbrush.

It took him more than a year from understanding to writing this painting, and he has accumulated a lot.

After many times of repeated deliberation, do you know which stroke to make? Which color should be used in which area? He is as clear as a mirror to every detail.

Therefore, painting at this time is quite comfortable, very relaxed, and the writing is spirited and graceful.

"Luann, are you home?"

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

"Here, Teacher Zhou, come in by yourself. The door is open."

The courtyard door was really not closed, or it was often left open during the day as long as he was at home.

Because Li Dong and Ye Run would often visit the door and run up and down a lot, he was tired of opening the door. Later, most of the time he just closed it and opened it with a push.

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

With another creak, it closed from the inside out, immediately blocking most of the sight.

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

This was just a symbolic inquiry. There was no one in the main room or yard. She guessed that Lu An must be in the bedroom. The purpose of this question was to ask if it was convenient for her and her cousin to go in?

"Drawing in the bedroom, Teacher Zhou, please come in." Lu An was busy painting but was too lazy to move.

draw

Zhou Jingni and Zhou Kun looked at each other, immediately slowed down and walked in quietly.

Seeing the two people coming in, Lu An just raised his head and smiled at Zhou Kun as a greeting.

Then he said to Zhou Jingni: "Teacher Zhou, please help me greet the guests. There is tea brought by Sister Qingchi on the Eight Immortals table in the main room."

"Don't be so polite, I don't want to disturb your work." As a fellow-minded person, Zhou Kun could understand his mood at the moment. He responded politely and stood behind Lu An to watch him paint.

Lu Anhun didn't care about the stranger coming in and continued his own business, because it was Lao Zhou who brought the stranger, and he believed that Lao Zhou would receive him well.

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

Undistracted, Luan ignored external factors and continued painting.

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 changing from freehand to solemn, becoming more and more rigorous. The longer he pondered, the more shocked he became, without saying a word the whole time.

The current situation is completely different from the pride he had when he was at his uncle's house. He is completely different from the previous one.

Zhou Jingni, as for Zhou Jingni, made a pot of tea and watched from the side, looking at the paintings, people, Lu An's painting, and her cousin's entranced scene, thoughtfully.

At a certain moment, she quietly exited the bedroom, left the yard, and took out a Nikon camera from Santana's bag on the back seat.

Click! There was a soft sound, and she photographed Lu An from the side as he was painting.

Click! There was another soft sound, and the painting, Lu An, and the hanging-tailed cousin were all taken in from behind.

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

After three beeps, Zhou Jingni put away the camera. The photo she just took was to commemorate this interesting moment.

The reason why it is called an "interesting" moment is because she witnessed the evolution of professional painters from observing paintings with a communication mentality to being pious like a child and not daring to say a word.

Seeing that her cousin behaved like a primary school student, she suddenly felt a sense of absurdity: Lu An might be on the eve of dawn, and the night would be sunny.

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 of affecting Lu An's painting.

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