Jiang Enren looked at him, his eyes filled with pain: "Master, even you don't believe me anymore?"
“Xiao Jiang, it’s not that I don’t believe you, but the facts are right in front of us. I may be old, but I’m not senile. Just tell everyone honestly, how did you get that painting?”
He answered earnestly once again: "Master, that is what I drew. It is the beautiful image of a baby in my imagination, drawn with this belief."
"Oh."
Tang Yaoyao smiled again.
Then, she raised an eyebrow slightly: "Mr. Jiang, since you imagine the baby to be beautiful, how could you depict the mood in the painting as so bleak?"
"Yes, that painting showed me life, but Mr. Yun's painting is truly beautiful."
Jiang Enren continued to argue, "It's because you don't understand."
Tang Yaoyao asked, "Was this painting simply created because you imagined what a beautiful baby would look like?"
Jiang Enren continued in a serious tone, "Of course, life is also short, which is why we create such works."
Oh.
After she reminded me, I added other colors.
Fu Yunmo spoke up, looking at the painting in front of him with stars in his eyes, saying each word clearly: "It took me ten years to complete this painting."
ten years……
Oh my god!
It took him ten years to draw.
No wonder it's so beautiful; even the smallest detail is captivating.
Zhang Bo couldn't help but sigh. After a while, he asked, "It took ten years. You started painting it in ten years. You just said that you wanted to give this painting to someone important. So, is the baby girl in the painting real?"
"Um."
Everyone felt a pang of anxiety. One person had spent ten years drawing another person. What was the significance of that? And how could it be taken away by someone else?
Therefore, Mr. Yun, who has always kept a low profile, revealed his identity.
There have been instances where Mr. Yun's paintings were stolen, and it was his assistant who stepped in and retrieved them.
Now, he is personally appearing because the person in the painting is exceptionally precious to him.
Fu Yunmo was lost in his memories at this moment, and said in a low voice, "At first, I just wanted to record her every expression. It was only after three years of painting that I remembered that I wanted to make a painting of her."
No one interrupted him; they listened to his invaluable experience.
Tang Yaoyao, in particular, suddenly felt that she was incredibly fortunate to be so cherished by a group of brothers in this life.
“At first, I drew a lot of different paintings. Those paintings were all very meaningful to me. Even the bad drafts were not thrown away.”
At the same time, his assistant, Zhou Yu, arrived, followed by Fu Jincheng and Fu Xiuchen, who were carrying a thick stack of drawing paper.
Tang Yaoyao was delighted to see them.
The assistant put the paintings in a glass case and displayed them to the public.
Some were boys holding baby girls, some were stunningly beautiful women, and others were men of extraordinary bearing.
Everyone can recognize it.
Those were Fu Jiang and Qiao Yanzhi. It wasn't hard to guess that those boys were the couple's children.
Looking at these paintings she had never seen before, Tang Yaoyao, who was originally a playful little fox fairy, was suddenly moved. Her nose tingled and her eyes reddened.
Perhaps it was because of her third brother's words that her brothers did not forget her.
Fu Yunmo moved his lips, his voice tinged with pride: "The baby girl in the painting is my little sister, Tang Yaoyao."
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