An Xia's paintings

Chapter 56

After sending Lin Anxia back home safely, Zhao Yanghao leaned on the passenger seat sadly: "Sure enough, no matter how close Xuesong is to me, seeing Anxia and the rest of them will turn into clouds."

Zhao Yanghao complained sadly to his younger brother: "You didn't see it just now. I asked Xuesong to follow us. It didn't even look at me. It's as if it never happened for so many days."

"Don't they all say that dogs value affection the most? I can't see it. Otherwise, how could Xuesong be so willing to leave me? How reluctant am I to let him leave?"

"Or is it because it wasn't a dog I raised myself? Hey Xiaoshu, how about we raise a dog too? The one I raised since childhood."

Zhao Yanghao was allowed to read for a long time, but Zhao Yangshu didn't respond. Zhao Yanghao became angry: "Zhao Yangshu, are you listening to brother?"

Zhao Yangshu glanced at his brother indifferently, what a joke, he didn't even want to stay with Zhao Yanghao for the worry-free Cedar, let alone a puppy that needs more energy to be cared for?It is enough for my brother to be alone from the beginning to the end.

Although there was an idea in his heart, Zhao Yangshu still persuaded him patiently: "Brother, don't think that keeping a dog is easy. Small animals are very fragile, especially puppies. We didn't think about it because Cedar grew up. Small Dogs are not so worry-free, they will bite sofas, slippers and everything they can bite, and puppies are very lonely and need someone to accompany them all the time, my brother is so busy at work, and my clinic also It's about to open, and it will be busy at that time, and there is no time to take care of it. Since we can't take care of it, it would be irresponsible for us to bring it back, right?"

When Zhao Yanghao heard it, it really made sense. After thinking about it, he was still not reconciled: "But what a blessing it is to have a caring dog? No matter what I am doing, it can accompany me."

At this time, Zhao Yangshu's car stopped at the intersection of traffic lights, and he leaned in front of Zhao Yanghao: "Didn't I always accompany brother?"

Zhao Yanghao stretched out his hand to blur his younger brother's face: "Although Xiaoshu is good, but I have seen this face for 25 years, okay? And the grown-up Xiaoshu is not as cute as before..." Of course, also He is much more handsome than before, and always makes his heart beat faster unconsciously.

Zhao Yanghao didn't say the second half of the sentence, Zhao Yangshu narrowed his eyes dangerously, and moved closer to Zhao Yanghao: "Brother, are you tired of seeing me?"

Zhao Yanghao stepped back subconsciously, feeling embarrassed, "Uh...uh..."

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Yanghao couldn't come up with a complete sentence. Fortunately, he glanced at it and saw that the green light was on, so he hurriedly urged

Said: "Hurry up, drive quickly Xiaoshu, the green light is on, there are still cars waiting behind."

Zhao Yangshu took a deep look at Zhao Yanghao, sat back in his seat, and drove away.

He is reluctant...Zhao Yangshu will always be reluctant to persecute Zhao Yanghao...

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In the small villa on Linfu Road, Lin Anxia was holding a paintbrush in one hand and a paint tray in the other. The tops were still the three colors of grey, white and black that Lin Anxia used in his works.The brush in Lin Anxia's hand is very steady, and the lines painted on the drawing paper are still as clean and neat as before.His expression is very peaceful, as if intoxicated by the wonderful artistic sense, there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, no one knows, this is the first time in Lin Anxia's life, in such a calm mood, he draws the picture in his heart Emotions.

It was not a completely white drawing paper, there was a smear of bright red in the center of the drawing paper, but Lin Anxia didn't seem to notice it, and kept swaying her inspiration on it, and gradually a gray-black desolate and barren landscape appeared on the drawing paper. The land, under the same gloomy sky, looks even more desolate, but a touch of bright red is extremely dazzling in this gray-black world.

The pen in Lin Anxia's hand stopped, and his ink-like eyes fixedly stared at the bright red on the drawing paper. Gradually, the dimple at the corner of his mouth deepened and became a lovely shape. Lin Anxia turned to paint The paint on the shelf stretched out his hand, and tapped the colorful colors with his fingers. When his fingertips landed in front of a tube of red paint, Lin Anxia paused. Not long after, Lin Anxia's usual gray and monotonous paint plate had a touch of bright red. .

Then, Lin Anxia's brush was dipped in bright red paint, one stroke after another covering the red on the drawing paper, and after a while the abrupt red edge turned into a delicate red lotus, becoming the drawing paper In this desolate land, there is a dazzling light.

Finally, Lin Anxia's last penny was collected in Honglian's flower heart.

Lin Anxia dragged the paint tray back a few steps, looking at his new painting.This is the first time that after finishing a painting, he looked at his work so seriously, with a smile on his face, just like looking at his own child.It has been said from a long time ago that each work of the painter is their painstaking effort, and they love it like life... This is the first time Lin Anxia has experienced such a feeling, it is really wonderful... ...

Xue Song arched the door open at the right time, walked in slowly, sat down in front of Lin Anxia, ​​looked up at him without making a sound.Lin Anxia turned around and saw it, and sat down accordingly. He leaned on Xuesong in a leisurely manner, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed, "Xuesong thinks... only those who can draw what kind of works can be called Can you be regarded as a truly excellent painter?"

Xue Song hummed twice, arched his head and rubbed Lin Anxia's head, Lin Anxia murmured: "I used to think I understood, but now it seems... I never seem to understand..."

"However, none of this matters anymore, because I seem to really start to understand..."

Lin Anxia looked at his own work, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. He remembered the day long, long ago, when Lin Xici was sitting by the window, flipping through a picture album, which was full of all these years, A collection of Lin Xici's award-winning works.

Lin Xici often flips through his previous works, and shakes his head while looking at them, as if he is very dissatisfied with them, but there is actually a smile on the corner of his mouth.

If Lin Anxia was by his side, he would hug Lin Anxia in his arms, flip through the picture album in his hands together, and ask, "What do Xia Xia think of Dad's paintings?"

The little Lin Anxia frowned, looked through it seriously for a while, and said crisply: "Very good!"

Without the slightest compliment, he expressed his most direct feelings after some judgment. Lin Xici smiled in relief, and put his arms around Lin Anxia and said: "They are not bad, but they are by no means the best. Any painter After a lot of experience, I can achieve this achievement.”

Lin Anxia looked at her father puzzled, "No! If this is the case, wouldn't everyone be able to be a ghost painter?"

Lin Xici laughed loudly when he heard the words: "It's just a false name. Dad can get it, and so can others. A real painter...wouldn't care about these false names."

Little Anxia's eyes revealed deeper doubts: "Then... what is a real painter like?"

"A truly excellent painter can draw works that no one in this world can draw. When An Xia can draw such excellent works one day, he will become a truly excellent painter."

"Then how do I know that my paintings can't be drawn by others?"

"You will know, Xia Xia will know when you finish that work."

Lin Xici's voice was as gentle and friendly as usual, he seemed to be always like this, always so calm, and always so calm.Lin Anxia's voice and smile uncomfortably floated in Lin Anxia's mind. In his memory, Lin Xici should look like that.

Thinking of this, Lin Anxia was forced to come back to his senses by the cedar. He hugged the cedar in his arms with a smile, and coaxed: "I'm sorry, old handsome guy, I didn't mean to ignore you, but I just thought of my father again. I suddenly have I understand a little bit... what kind of works a real painter would paint."

In the past, Lin Anxia stubbornly believed that a good work must have a strong appeal. Not only must the color composition be perfect and meticulous, but the shocking power of the whole painting to the viewer is the key... Honestly Said that although the little painter doesn't like his own works, he is somewhat proud of the fact that his works are highly praised by others. After all, he did not humiliate his father, so for Lin Anxia That's enough, but now... Lin Anxia discovered that maybe his point of view was not so correct... He is far from the kind of excellence that his father said...

Realizing this, Lin Anxia felt a little happy, but also a little bit bitter... The complicated emotions made him immersed in his own world for a while, not knowing what the outside world said...

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Compared with Lin Anxia, ​​Qin Ruihe's life these days is far from good. Although he has always been physically strong and his recovery speed is astonishingly fast, even so, Qin Ruihe is still very happy in his heart. dissatisfied!

After Lin Anxia was discharged from the hospital, Qin Ruihe, out of love for his wife, told him not to run long distances to the hospital to see him, pay more attention to rest, relax his mind, and told him that he would be discharged from the hospital in a short time, and he would naturally go back to find him when the time came .I never thought that Qin Ershao just said it politely, Lin Anxia really didn't see him for a day, Qin Rui couldn't help being kind, after all, he told Lin Anxia not to come, and now he regretted it. What's going on?With such a depressed mood, when Qin Mingde came to talk to him again, Qin Ruihe was not as calm as before.

Seeing that his grandson's reaction was not as indifferent as before, Qin Mingde thought that the ideological work of this period had finally achieved some results, and that his little grandson's heart was finally cracked under his earnest persuasion. Added a fire to the grandson's heart, and heard the little grandson say with a sad face:

"Grandpa, you don't agree with me and An Xia, is it really for my future?"

The author has something to say:

Thank you Mingque, Hanshi and Shuiwu's little red flower. [kiss] o(*￣3￣)o