MTL - Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil-Chapter 14 2.3

When confronted with Zhou Yunxi, Ning Wangshu actually has a rigid body, ready to take a small short leg to escape. But the other party carefully avoided him, just picked up the palette and brush around him, then turned to paint, and no other action. Ning Wang Shu quietly let out a sigh of relief, step by step and walked to Zhou Yunzhen, leaning against his small head, his eyes staring at the drawing board.

Zhou Yunzhen has completely lost sight of the little things at his feet. He completely inherited Wei Xi's enthusiasm for painting, and the brush in his hand kept smearing all the time.

Wei Xixi is good at modern direct drawing, that is, draw the outline directly on the canvas and slowly paint it. But Zhou Yunyi is good at the more ancient transparent painting, that is, multi-layered painting with pigments that are not diluted with white and only diluted with coloring oil. The next layer must be colored after each layer is dry. It can be said that before the pen is written, the entire painting has been completed in his mind.

Since the color of each layer is thinner, the color of the lower layer can be revealed faintly, and the color of the upper layer changes subtly tones. Therefore, this method of painting requires more advanced techniques and more precise grasp and judgment of color harmony.

Wei Xiyi's painting uses a large area of ​​warm color, and it has dried out. Zhou Yunyi added blue, purple and green to it, making the warm color gradually become cold, and finally glaze with resin varnish. Dye, so that layers of gray appear.

However, for half an hour, the garden with its bright spring flowers and blossoms turned into a forest of starlight, and the stars shining in the sky gave off a faint glow. It seems that as soon as you reach out, you can pick it up at your fingertips. It is there, it doesn't look like a painting, but it is like an entrance to another world. It is so beautiful and beautiful.

Zhou Yunqi stepped back a few steps and looked at his own hands-on work. A slight exclamation came from his ear. He took his mind away from the painting and looked down at the little guy standing at his feet.

During the day, it turned dark, the sun changed into a starlight, and the garden became a forest. Even if Ning Wangshu did not know what was aesthetic, he was also stunned by the uncle's superb painting skills.

I found myself disturbing my uncle, and Ning Wang Shu quickly licked her mouth with a chubby little hand, and her eyes were full of horror.

Zhou Yunxuan only looked at him and looked back. He continued to look at the oil painting and picked up the brush to make minor adjustments.

Ning Wang Shu sighed, seeing that Xiao Shu did not drive away himself, the courage grew bigger, and the small hand ran toward the brush on the stool. Reaching back and retracting, reaching out and retracting, struggling for a long time, he finally took the brush in his hand.

There are oil drums on the floor with cleaning brushes and a few white cloths. Ning Wang Shufei quickly dipped a little poppy oil with a brush and smeared it on the floor against the white cloth. He tried to draw a few stars and found that there was no shining of the little uncle, and he painted his face and painted it into the sun...

He was happy to play, and did not find that Zhou Yunyi had finished the final modification and was staring at him.

"No, you can't play this." The voice of the boy is as beautiful as the stream, but the power to win the brush is not tolerant.

Ning Wang Shu was scared, and the ruddy little face turned pale in a moment, like a small donkey shrinking into the corner.

Zhou Yunqi did not comfort him. He placed the brush and the oil drum on the window sill, and determined that the little guy couldn't reach it, and then he walked out of the studio.

Ning Wang Shu lived in a small face, let's scream, tears, and wet the white cloth on the floor, it looks so pitiful. But after a while, the boy came in again, holding a box of watercolor pens and a piece of white paper in his hand, bending over to the little guy and saying, "You use this painting, paint and poppy oil." Contains a small amount of toxins, the baby can not touch, will get sick."

Seeing that the little guy just shed tears, refused to look up and pay attention to himself, Zhou Yunyi did not persuade, put down the watercolor pen and white paper, and turned to continue painting. He is also somewhat autistic, saying that so much is a miracle.

It turns out that Xiao Shu is not abandoning himself. Ning Wangshu’s sad mood was soothing and rubbed his eyes hard. Then he quietly looked up and was about to reach for the watercolor pen, but he saw that Xiaoshu suddenly turned and walked toward himself. He jumped and hugged his head. Shrink into a ball, like a little turtle.

Zhou Yunyi was almost laughed at by this little guy, but he had to be patient because of the monitors all over the place. He took a few deep breaths, kept a serious expression and took off the white shirt hanging on the easel, helping the little guy to wear it, whispering, "Don't wear it, so as not to stain the clothes."

Ning Wangshu stopped struggling and let Xiaoshu help himself to wear clothes. The shirt was big, and the sleeves were stretched for a long time before they barely showed a pair of fat little short hands, and the hem was dragged long, just covering the pants.

Zhou Yunyi helped him to sort out his clothes, and he rubbed his head with a stiff movement. Then he turned and continued to paint.

Ning Wang Shu also touched his own brain and felt the warmth of the near disappearing. He only felt sweet in his heart. He didn't smile, his eyes were brighter than ever, picking up the brush and graffitiing according to his uncle's paintings.

The quiet needles in the studio can be heard, and the figures of the uncles and the two side-by-side paintings seem so harmonious and warm.

Time unknowingly passed, and at 4 or 5 in the afternoon, Wang Ma took the vegetable basket and slowly entered the house. There is also a maid at home who doesn't need her to look after her. She said that she is too old and she is not patient with her children. Every day when Ningsian went out, she used an excuse to buy food and go out to the vegetable basket. In fact, she ran to a nearby park to play cards with other maids.

In the past, I was lazy and avoided Zhao Xinfang. Now I have taken advantage of Zhao Xinfang and I am more and more unscrupulous. Zhao Xinfang is not like Nings thought that he would take care of his stepchildren at home if he did not volunteer. She also goes out before and after, or goes shopping, playing cards or doing beauty.

Anyway, Nings is very busy, always does not go home, even if it is very late, so she and Wang Ma, as long as they arrive home before six o'clock.

Today is Sunday, she excuses to go to the orphanage to help, but also to come back later.

Wang Ma asked the maid, knowing that Zhao Xinfang did not return, went upstairs to find Ning Wangshu. In the studio, Ning Wangshu heard the shouts of Wang Ma, and his face was white, and the small body could not stop.

Zhou Yunwei pacified his small head and then helped him take off his shirt and wash his hands. The former Wei Xizhen did not find out that Ning Wang Shu was different. He heard the cry of Ning Wangshu’s heartbreaking lungs, and he ran his head and asked.

The answer given to him by Wang Ma is that the child has a long tooth decay, and the pain is uncomfortable to cry. Although Wei Xizheng listened to it, he still had doubts, but after a long time, he turned a red-faced ‘Yes?’ and had to retreat under Wang’s contempt.

When he left, Wang Ma closed the door and continued to beat Ning Wangshu, and did not put him in his eyes.

Now Zhou Yunyi also did not put Wang Ma in his eyes. He gently held the little guy and took care of his back. Seeing that Wang Ma had found a child at the door, she did not hand it out. She also slammed the door in front of her face, causing Wang to almost not hit her nose.

"Hey, little bastard, what are you! Soon one day let Sinian drive you out!" Wang Ma took a sip at the door.

Zhou Yunxi listened to the shackles outside the door and let go of the painting after letting go of the little guy.

Only the younger uncle can see his fear and despair, only the younger uncle will not hand over to Wang Ma, only the uncle will protect himself so firmly. Although it only closed a door, it actually isolated all dangers for itself. Ning Wang Shucai is three years old, but he already has self-awareness. At this moment, Zhou Yunyi has an indelible attachment feeling, and at the same time he is vaguely aware that maybe he will say something to his uncle in front of his father. negative effect.

He was very happy, and at the same time he was a little sad, and he cautiously hugged his uncle's thigh.

Zhou Yunqi kicked and kicked him, but his movements were very gentle.

Ning Wangshu is not afraid of this time, and he is persistent.

Zhou Yunqi couldn’t help but smack this little tail, but he had no choice but to let him squat. He turned to the left, the little guy squatted to the left, he went to the right, and the little guy stumbled to the right, like a dog skin plaster, tearing and tearing Down, that picture is very funny.

Uncle and two had a good time, and Wang Ma was too happy to let the maids cook for themselves. It didn't happen until half past five, and the sound of the car engine sounded outside. Nings returned.

Thinking of the uncles and two in the studio, Wang Ma was anxious, and quickly rushed upstairs and shouted, "Wei Xi, send the baby out, Mr. Ning is back, let him see you with the baby, he will definitely Take you out!"

Due to the increasingly cold and disgusting attitude of Nings, the original Wei Xiyi really did not dare to go too close with Ning Wangshu. At the moment, Zhou Yunyi knows the truth, but he does not intend to poke through Wang Ma’s diorama, open the door and bring out the frightened Ning Wangshu.

Ning Wang Shumen was stunned by the uncle, and the fear of full heart was reduced. He also understood that as long as Dad came back, Wang Ma would not hit himself, so he walked at a stiff pace.

Wang Ma couldn’t wait to pull the child to her side, no matter whether he couldn’t keep up with it, half-slung and downstairs, and the voice whispered in the mouth. “I’m not allowed to stay with Weixi’s hybrid in the future, otherwise I peeled your skin!"

"Little uncle is not a hybrid." Ning Wangshu, who has not spoken for a long time, suddenly has a clear rebuttal.

Wang Ma stunned for a few seconds, then his face changed greatly, and he reached out and tried to comfort his ears. Ning Wangshu's skilled shoulders hold his head and he is silent. Fortunately, Nings was anxious to see his son, and he had already stepped upstairs. Wang Ma took the hand and took the child into his arms. He snorted and whispered as he smiled. "Not only Wei Xi is a hybrid, you are also a hybrid. If you don't listen to me, I will throw you into the river and drown. Your dad has a new wife, and there will be many children in the future, and will not care about you."

Ning Wangshu was frightened, and his eyes closed desperately, and the tears dripped down.