Chapter 420 if line: [Please give me a monthly pass in the last month! ]
Having been painting on the streets for so long, this is not the first time that Lin Xuefeng has seen people arguing over prices. Although the world is progressing, many people still assume that a woman’s entire destiny lies in the family.
In their view, women's own financial control must of course belong to the family.
However, the transformation of the girl in front of me from being a love-brained person at the beginning to now is really fast.
Until she turned around, took the painting and left, leaving the middle-aged woman alone to call her son and cry about it. She even had to return because her ticket to the scenic spot was taken away...
Lin Xuefeng couldn't help laughing at all these things.
He was in a good mood, so when he passed by the park on his way back, he stopped in front of the rose trellis on the park wall, and then put up his drawing board again.
Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he painted very quickly this time, and the roses on the trellis looked particularly vivid, as if a thick layer of petals would fall down if the wind blew.
He looked it up and down, extremely satisfied, and returned to school before dark, just in time to give it to the teacher.
The other person stared at the painting for a long time, and then said without hesitation: "There is progress."
The teacher handed the painting back and said, "You've made some progress, but that's all. Xuefeng, your painting skills are quite good, and you have always had talent, inspiration, and hard work. But - it's too difficult to make a name for yourself in art nowadays. The only thing you can do is to polish yourself."
“The skills are great, but they still lack the vitality that can move people.”
"You can experience it again."
Lin Xuefeng took the painting back.
When one reaches his level of painting, he naturally understands that the "vitality" that the teacher talked about is not something abstract or nitpicking, but a real problem.
Because there is a threshold for appreciating art, but only emotional expression can be experienced by anyone.
He wanted to hold a famous art exhibition, so he had to make a breakthrough.
Therefore, he nodded: "I will observe carefully during this period of time."
It was not until a month later that he met the girl named "Huai Yu" again.
Compared to a month ago, her skin was much smoother and more delicate, and the slight spots on her face disappeared. Her mental state was very different. Seeing Lin Xuefeng painting on the street, she even came over generously: "Painter, thank you."
She didn't say why she was thanking him, but looking at her current appearance, Lin Xuefeng knew it.
So he smiled as well, his eyebrows slightly curved outside the mask: "Congratulations on your new life. Do you want me to draw another one? This one is for you."
Huai Yu thought about it and nodded: "Yes. But the background should be more lively. I want to hang it at home - I bought a house."
It seems that the other party has done a lot in this month.
Lin Xuefeng thought for a moment and showed her his previous paintings: "Qiangwei, do you like it? But my flower paintings don't have much soul—"
Before he finished speaking, the other party nodded, and then smiled and said: "What kind of soul do you need? I have an interesting soul myself - this is it, the rose is very beautiful. Flowers should bloom in this lively way, I like it very much."
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The other party left happily with the lively rose portrait, but Lin Xuefeng felt a little frustrated. He stared at his scraps for a long time, and finally packed up his things and headed straight for Sanqing Mountain in the suburbs.
Previously, he participated in the scenic area's painting competition, and after winning the award, the organizer of Sanqingshan gave him the privilege of free admission for life. At this moment, he entered the forest, originally wanting to paint the vast forest and steep mountains, but——
There are so many tourists.
He smiled helplessly and followed the crowd to the Taoist temple on Mount Sanqing.
The Taoist temple is not big, old, and a little shabby. But after walking through it, the tourists' restless hearts have gradually calmed down, so even though the main hall is shabby, everyone still quietly watches and worships devoutly, and it does not seem deserted.
Lin Xuefeng originally planned to observe the various forms of prayer, but when he turned his eyes away, he saw a thin rose blooming with difficulty in the cracks of the bricks in the corner of the wall outside the temple where moss was gradually growing.
The stem of the rose was extremely slender, and its leaves were small. Because it was so inconspicuous, someone stepped on it in the mud, and it is still buried in the dust today.
But even in such a miserable posture, it still trembled in the dust and bloomed a small pink and white flower.
There were traces of dirt on the petals. There were crowds of tourists coming and going with heavy footsteps. He quietly looked at the rose through the crowd, feeling that it would be stepped on again at any time.
At this moment, Lin Xuefeng felt that everything around him slowed down.
He saw the footsteps of the people around him, and also saw the vigorous vitality of the weak and embarrassed rose.
To bloom such a passionate flower in the dust, only the flower itself knows how much effort it has put in and what kind of efforts it has made.
At that moment, he subconsciously picked up his easel, stared at the rose in the surging crowd, and then squeezed to its side with difficulty, then stood up the easel and carefully framed that piece of world.
The moment the people around him subconsciously moved away, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he put down his backpack, and this time he pulled out large buckets of watercolors in a variety of colors.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
He sketched with the tip of his brush and mixed colors patiently. When the midday sun quietly penetrated the shade of the trees and fell on the painting, he realized that he had once again painted a painting that was similar to the previous one.
But, there are also big differences.
It is still the girl among the roses, but this time, the roses in his painting are particularly brilliant. The vitality that he has been pursuing for a long time seems to be frozen in the painting at this moment.
The girl in the flowers was different from the previous similar paintings. She had determination and joy between her eyebrows. She didn't look like anyone Lin Xuefeng had ever seen, but her eyes were lively and familiar, as if she was turning her head to look at him, revealing a deep happiness and affection.
Lin Xuefeng stared at the painting in front of him. For a moment, he seemed to feel that the girl opposite him was turning her head in the rose bushes with the same enthusiasm and joy, and then called out his name -
"Lin Xuefeng! Come and look here..."
“What a beautiful painting!”
The immersed happiness came to an abrupt end.
A tourist interrupted his thoughts and stared at the painting, unable to take his eyes off it. He asked, "Young man, your painting is so good! Just like... just like..."
He racked his brains and finally commented: "It's very good! It's different from the others. I like it! Do you want to sell this painting?"
The person who was speaking was a middle-aged man, neither fat nor thin. He was with his wife, who was also looking at the painting, unable to take his eyes away.
At this moment, Lin Xuefeng realized that... this was the vitality that the teacher had always been pursuing!
Even just a glance will make you immersed in it.
A happy smile gathered in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and he shook his head at this moment: "Sorry, this painting is not for sale."
The other party sighed, and wanted to leave, but couldn't move.
Finally, he hesitated for a moment, looked at his wife beside him, and asked again: "How much does it cost for a painting like this? Please paint one for each of my children - but my children like gardenias! You can just paint the gardenias later."
He took out his cell phone and showed the photos happily: "These are my children, Li Ruxing and Li Ruyue."
Here it comes! The last time to ask for monthly tickets!
There are many more extras, I will come one by one, and the if line has not been completed yet.