[Korean Entertainment] Danger Signal

Abigale said with a smile in his tears: "Unfortunately, in our time, photography technology was not very developed. Many old photos of us have faded one after another. Before I knew it, I only had this one photo left. It’s like this after taking it for color correction. I wanted to enlarge it or reprocess it, but I couldn’t find the previous film. This photo is too old, so it’s hard to copy. Thinking about it, I feel regretful .”

Nan Huizhen kept looking at Abigale, and with her gradually red eyes and tears slowly welling up during the narration, her heart was a little complicated for a while.Nan Huizhen is rarely so complicated, her life is so simple most of the time.She thought, what kind of emotion is love?Why did this cheerful and lovely old lady, who had lived alone for so long, and who burst into tears whenever she thought of her deceased husband, still smile so sweetly and feel so deeply?What kind of emotion is it that makes people still have obsessions and never repent even though they are in pain?

Then she remembered the story Cui Shengxian once told her about him and his girlfriend, and she couldn't help thinking, is it true that Cui Shengxian is also like this when facing his girlfriend?Don't you want to let go even if it hurts?Is it love, always like this, deeply rooted in our hearts, holding the whole heart tightly, making the heartbeat and even life throb or stop with love?

She doesn't understand, but she hopes to make the old lady smile again, and the only way Nan Huizhen can think of is to paint.She remembered that when she first met Cui Shengxian, Cui Shengxian once said that the picture she drew was like taking a photo with a camera, so maybe this time, she can use painting to recreate a picture for abigale. It was the most likely thing Nan Huizhen could do.

After inviting Nan Huizhen to eat cake, Nan Huizhen told abigale that she was going to start painting murals. After getting the old woman's consent, Nan Huizhen put on her dress a big one that was not considered clean. Blouse, shoulder-length black hair tied up behind his head, he began to draw a sketch on the blank wall with a pencil. Abigale was sitting not far away and watching with a smile, but she was an elderly person after all, so she fell asleep without knowing it, leaving Nan Huizhen to concentrate on painting.

Half an hour later, she finished the draft, turned around and saw that Abigale was asleep, Nan Huizhen put down her pencil, walked over, took off the old lady's shawl from the clothes hanger in the store, and gently draped it for her After going up, he returned to the wall.She set up a stool, squeezed the paint on the drawing board, and adjusted it carefully, then took her painting tools and stood on the stool, and then used her paintbrush to start painting. What she painted was exactly what she had not long ago The wedding photo that belonged to abigale and her husband has been seen before, and she wants to reproduce that wedding photo on this wall, so that this beautiful photo can be seen by every guest who comes here, and can also Being with abigale for a long time makes her feel warm and at ease even when she is working.

She kept drawing, with the tip of the pen drawing a little bit of the woman's pretty side face and the man's resolute face on the wall. After finishing the upper part, she got off the stool and continued to draw the lower part.Fortunately, the wall is not too big, and the painting she needs to complete is not too huge, otherwise it would not be possible to finish it in one day.But even for painting this small wall, Nan Huizhen spent a full six hours, from more than ten o'clock in the morning to almost four o'clock in the morning.At this time, her hands were already sore. When she stopped writing, she didn't even have any extra strength. She could only hold the brush with a slightly trembling hand, and stood quietly in front of the mural, checking whether there was anything in the painting. defect, while waiting for his physical strength to recover.

The old photos that were originally yellowish and black and white were restored into colorful pictures under Nan Huizhen's pen. The woman's reddish-brown short hair and the two people's blushing cheeks are so clearly visible.Behind the two of them, there are many flowers from a simple dark background, pink roses, white lilies of the valley, white lilies, interspersed with each other, decorated with a few pink ribbons, the whole picture is as beautiful as a fairy tale in the wedding.Nan Huizhen looked at the mural for a long time, and finally smiled slightly, changing from the serious expression she had when she was painting not long ago.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from behind: "ohmygod!!!" Nan Huizhen turned her head in response, and saw a completely unfamiliar man standing in the dessert shop, staring blankly at the mural that Nan Huizhen had just completed.His yell just now had already awakened Abigale who was sleeping soundly. The old woman was startled, and she woke up suddenly. After taking a closer look, she saw the painting behind Nan Huizhen. In just a few seconds, her tears flowed down. fell off. Abigale stood up suddenly, and the shawl on her body slid down to the ground. She didn't care, stepped on the shawl, and walked eagerly towards the painting, tears streaming down her old cheeks.The man standing in the store, seeing the old woman like this, tried to reach out to help her, but was pushed away by Abigale.

The old woman walked up to Nan Huizhen, stretched out her hand in a daze, wanting to touch the painting, but Nan Huizhen grabbed her hand, the girl pursed her lips, and explained softly: "Well, you, can you touch the painting? Do you want to meet again later? The painting is not done yet." Abigale came back to her senses, and she hugged Nan Huizhen, who was half a head shorter than her, and said with tears: "Thank you, good girl, Thank you. I thought that I would never see such a scene in my whole life, thank you for everything you did for me and my old man who left early, thank you, really!"

Nan Huizhen smiled slightly, and wanted to reach out to wipe away the tears on the old man's face, but when she looked down and saw the mottled paint left on her fingers, she had no choice but to give up, letting the old woman hug her, and said in relief: "No thanks, ma'am, you gave me a delicious cake, so I will also give ma'am a dream." The old man laughed and cried, and said, "Yes, this dream is really beautiful, thank you, I like it very much. The girl who got the compliment smiled innocently, and said, "Do you like it? That's great."

After a long time, abigale let go of Nan Huizhen, wiped away his tears, and looked carefully at the smiling girl.On the girl's forehead, there was already a thin layer of sweat, which was obviously drawn with great effort. Looking at the girl's body, hands, and cuffs of the blouse, I found that there were already many traces of paint, mottled refuted colors.

She was still holding the paintbrush, standing there quietly, looking at herself with a smile, with pure joy in her eyes, as if her liking for this painting had already given her the best return, such Nan Huizhen , it really made abigale feel love and pity in his heart.She hadn't seen such a clean girl for a long time.This world always seems to be like this. The more prosperous a place is, the more materialistic it is, the more complicated people are, and the more complicated human nature is.Probably only a girl like Nan Huizhen who lives in her own world can completely keep her heart in this bustling world of mortals.

All of a sudden, this old French lady, who was always eloquent, felt that she was at a loss for words in front of this girl. She didn't know what else she could do or what else to say. It seemed that all polite words would be It's like insulting this girl, because any words that are not from the heart seem to be trampling on the sincere heart of the girl, and they seem so ungrateful.Fortunately, when she was short of words, someone helped her out, and the man who had been standing in the store since just now said again: "Mom, don't hold on to her, let her be small Girl, sit down and rest." Abigale and Nan Huizhen looked at this man together.

The man is about 30 years old, and he looks like a mixed race. His facial features combine the characteristics of the East and the West. Although he is not super handsome, he is quite elegant.Wearing a simple plaid shirt and jeans, a leather jacket, short hair, and a short beard, he looks like an artist.

Abigale smiled when he saw him, turned his head and led Nan Huizhen to walk towards the man, and introduced: "Come on, Huizhen, come and meet my unlovable eldest son Thomas, this kid is a gallery owner, What he wears all day long is so attractive," Thomas was teased by his mother, but he didn't dare to speak back, smiled awkwardly, and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

In order to save himself from the embarrassment, Thomas quickly changed the subject. He said to Nan Huizhen: "Little girl, your drawing is very good. Have you been studying painting for many years?" Nan Huizhen looked at him for a while, She looked at Abigale again before answering his question: "No, I haven't learned it before." Half of the painting skills come from the books about painting that I have read in bookstores, and half of them are found out by myself little by little.But because of this, Nan Huizhen's paintings have a very strange feeling, as if, through her paintings, you can vaguely touch the soul of the painter.

Of course, because she was not from a major, no one gave her more inspiration, so more often, Nan Huizhen actually felt unable to write, just like sometimes the more you want to confide, the more you feel unable to talk about it, Nan Hui Zhen also often feels that sometimes, with regard to the various existences in her heart, in fact, her brush can't even draw one out of ten.She often has a dream. In the dream, she is standing on a beach.The blue sky, the deep blue sea, the front is boundless emptiness, the back is nothing, the wind is blowing, the drawing paper is flying all over the sky, the brush is hanging down weakly, dripping light yellow paint, what should I do? Describe the bizarre scenery in her heart?What should I do to draw out the grand scene in her heart?

Thomas was really surprised by the girl's words. He said in amazement: "What? You have never learned to draw? This is incredible! As a person who has not received formal training, your paintings are really amazing !" The girl blushed a little from the compliment, lowered her head and played with the corner of her blouse, and stopped talking. Thomas also sensed her shyness, so he didn't say anything more to make the girl shyer.

Seeing such an uncut jade, the nature of thomas's gallery owner and art dealer began to stir up trouble, and he cherished talents and wanted to solicit. He thought about it for a while and said, "how about it, little girl , Our gallery recently hosted an art exhibition, which will be held in Seoul, if you are interested, I can give you a few tickets, you can bring your friends to the art exhibition, okay?"

Nan Huizhen tilted her head and thought for a while, then looked at Abigale hesitantly.Seeing the girl hesitated, the old woman smiled and patted her hand, and comforted her, "Okay, Huizhen, don't be burdened, just go and see. This kid's art exhibition may not be sold out at all." That’s right, so I’ll give you tickets, those that can’t be sold if you don’t know.”

Thomas suddenly felt helpless and supported his forehead, sighed deeply, expressing that there is such a mother who always loves to tear her down, I really can't afford to be hurt. It also faded, she nodded and said: "Okay, thank you for your ticket, I will take a good look at it." Thomas smiled and said: "You are welcome, it is easy." Of course, he also has some As a gallery owner, he often pays attention to emerging artists. From Nan Huizhen, he sees a possibility, a possibility of making a blockbuster.