Chapter 1052 The Long-Forgotten Studio
Just as Father Nie and Butler Lu were sighing, Nie Yao and Li Jinxing, led by Father Nie, came to a long-sealed room on the top floor.
The room was always locked. When Nie Yao was first brought back to the Nie family, she thought these locked rooms were collection rooms. However, she did not expect that this special locked room on the top floor was actually her mother's studio.
Father Nie took out the key and opened the locked door, explaining in a low voice: "There are only two keys to this studio. One is with me, and the other is with Butler Lu. I told Butler Lu to clean this studio regularly to prevent too much dust from accumulating. No one else has come in..."
Nie Yao nodded and followed her father in. She found that there was indeed not much dust inside. It was just that it had been covered in dust for a long time. In addition, there were many of her mother's painting tools and easels in the room, so there was a smell of decay!
Father Nie removed the canvas covering the easel and looked at the familiar easel, feeling a little dazed.
Nie Yao was also quietly surveying her mother's studio, gently caressing the chairs, the easel frame, and the framed paintings...
She slowly picked up a painting on the floor and looked at it carefully. It was a landscape ink painting. The distant mountains, flowing water, and pavilions seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light mist under her mother's brush, which made people yearn for it.
No wonder my father and grandfather said that my mother studied under a master of Chinese painting. These few strokes are enough to show that my mother's painting skills are beyond ordinary!
If my mother were still alive, she would probably become a great painter!
Nie Yao sighed softly and continued to look at the other paintings left by her mother. She was surprised to find that although her mother studied Chinese painting, she also learned other things.
In addition to landscapes, there were also figure sketches, watercolors, and oil paintings. One of them was carefully wrapped, and when Nie Yao unwrapped it, she discovered it was a baby...
There is no doubt that the baby in this painting looks like her in her cradle!
Sure enough, Nie Yao lowered her head and took a closer look, and found that the time when the writing was done and her own age were recorded on it. It clearly said Yaoyao, ten months!
Looking at the lifelike baby in the painting, Nie Yao couldn't help but admire it.
Because children like to move around, even taking photos of them is a challenge for photographers, let alone painting them with a brush!
The mother at that time must have had such a strong maternal love that she clearly remembered every little movement of her own, which is why she was able to draw such a lifelike painting!
Nie Yao stared at the painting quietly until her father, who was standing beside her, regained consciousness from his reminiscence and whispered, "Ayao, this was drawn by your mother when you were ten months old. I still remember her telling me back then that children grow up so quickly, and that recording it and showing it to her when she grows up is a very meaningful thing to do!"
Nie Yao was moved when she heard this and asked in a low voice, "Dad, did she often draw for me back then?"
"Yes, she drew it for you when you were one month old. Then when you were one year old, the whole family gathered around you to do the "Zhuazhou" ceremony, and your mother drew it as well. And when you were two years old, she drew it as well..."
Father Nie nodded and sighed softly. Upon hearing this, Nie Yao immediately searched the studio for other paintings. Sure enough, she found several other paintings, all of which depicted her as a child, whether it was the dazed look of a full moon or the playful playfulness of the first birthday celebration...
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