After more than half an hour, the old lady stopped talking.
Jian Yuelan hasn't stopped writing yet.
She was painting seriously, but the old lady didn't pay attention to the painting at first, as she was immersed in her memories.
Lin Qingyuan saw it, and he watched Jian Yuelan draw it stroke by stroke.
There are not only characters, but also scenes.
Even the swing set, flowers and plants described by the old lady were drawn.
"Reenactment, this is a real reenactment—"
He murmured, and the old lady, who was immersed in memories, came back to her senses and looked over when she heard his words.
When she saw this, tears burst out of her eyes.
"Rongrong, my Rongrong."
She tried to touch the face of the person in the painting with her trembling hands, but Lin Qingyuan quickly stopped her, "Please wait a moment. Comrade Jian hasn't finished painting yet. Don't disturb him."
"Yes, Comrade Xiao Jian cannot be disturbed."
The old lady calmed down instantly and looked at Jian Yuelan, afraid that she would disturb her.
In fact, her worries were unnecessary. Once Jian Yuelan entered into her working state, she was completely focused and not disturbed by the outside world at all.
Twenty minutes later, she stopped writing.
"Good! Very good, very vivid—"
The old lady sighed repeatedly, tears streaming down her face.
Jian Yuelan didn't want to make the old lady cry, so she put down her pen and wanted to comfort her. However, Lin Qingyuan was faster than her and successfully calmed the old lady after some jokes.
"I'm sorry, I was a little emotional and made you laugh."
The old lady wiped her tears and looked at Jian Yuelan with an apologetic expression.
She smiled and said, "You are serious."
"You're a good kid."
The old lady patted her hands and said gently, "I have an unwelcome request, I hope you will agree to it."
"You say."
If it were someone else, Jian Yuelan would not have agreed so readily, but this old lady was different.
She couldn't refuse a family full of loyal heroes, and a family of heroes was worthy of admiration.
"As long as it is something I can do, I will do my best."
It’s not that serious. He is an honest child.
The old lady smiled, shook her hand and said, "In addition to the photos and the one you drew, can you add a family portrait?"
Jian Yuelan understood what the old lady meant, "Do you want to include your son and daughter-in-law?"
The old lady hummed and nodded, "Okay, but you have to describe your son and daughter-in-law to me."
"good."
Then, after recalling her grandchildren and granddaughters-in-law, the old lady began to recall her son and daughter-in-law.
It has been nearly twenty years since the old lady's son and daughter-in-law passed away. The time was too long ago and her memory is a bit vague, which resulted in the process the old lady described not being very smooth.
Fortunately, the old man returned home halfway and joined in after finding out what had happened from Lin Qingyuan.
After the two old people recalled together and corrected and supplemented each other, Jian Yuelan finally drew the appearance and voice of the other six protagonists in the family portrait.
It didn't seem like she had any idea, but the old man and the old lady burst into tears again when they saw it, which must have been very vivid.
After the two old people's emotions had completely calmed down, Jian Yuelan invited two more people to be live models. After asking them about their requirements for the family portrait, she painted another family portrait.
After liberation, the old lady and the old man worked in Beijing, Mingzhu and other places, and later went to Ancheng.
They have been to many places over the years, but what they remember most is the twisted circle house where they lived in Mingzhu City. At that time, the old man and the old woman's son and daughter-in-law were there.
It's a real family reunion.
Jian Yuelan created this family portrait with the gallows house in their memory as the background.
She remembered every detail: the hip roof, the double courtyards, the gatehouse-style ceremonial gate, the wall-guard fences, and the clamshell lattice windows.
Thanks to her for studying the differences between the Jiaoquan House and the Siheyuan, otherwise it would be difficult to compose the picture with this background.
The whole family gathered in the yard. The old man lay on a recliner with his eyes closed, while the old lady sat on an armchair making shoes.
Next to them were the two daughters-in-law who were also working with needles and threads while chatting.
As for the four sons, they sat under the peach tree playing chess, reading, drinking tea and chatting.
In a corner of the yard, two young people, a man and a woman, were teasing a tabby cat. They were the grandchildren and granddaughter-in-law of the old man and woman.
The whole painting focuses on warmth and family joy.
Everyone in the painting is smiling, some smiling lightly, some laughing loudly, some smiling shyly, etc. The smile on everyone's face matches the description of the two elders and the character's personality.
The old man kept wiping away tears and choked up as he said, "This is the life I imagined for my old age. The eldest brother and the others are all here, and Rongrong and the others are here too."
The old lady didn't say anything, but just stared at the painting with tears in her eyes.
Then, the tears in her eyes gradually disappeared and a smile appeared on her face.
She took a deep breath, turned around and bowed deeply to Jian Yuelan, "Xiao Jian, thank you for making my dream come true."
A dream she dared not even think about.
"That's not possible. Please get up quickly."
Jian Yuelan was caught off guard by the salute and felt almost numb. She hurried to help the old lady.
"You're worth it."
The old man also bowed, and Jian Yuelan's face was filled with despair, and she wanted to cry.
"You, you are me..."
She stammered, and after a long while she managed to utter, "My father would beat me to death if he knew."
If she asked all the loyal and brave old men and women in the family to bow to her, my father would break her legs.
"Is your father so fierce?"
The old man raised his eyebrows, his kind face became stern, and his whole temperament changed instantly, turning him into an old man full of murderous intent.
He said in a resounding voice, "If he dares to hit you, come to me and I'll help you."
It hasn't come to this.
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