When looking at Zhou Yun Sheng, Ning Wangshu's entire body was actually stiff, ready to run away with his short legs. But the other party carefully avoided him, just picked up the palette and brushes beside him, then turned around to paint, and there was no other action. Ning Wangshu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to Zhou Yunsheng's side one step at a time, raising his small head and looking at the drawing board with bright eyes.
Zhou Yun Sheng could no longer see the little things at his feet. He completely inherited Wei Xiyan's enthusiasm for painting, and the brush in his hand is constantly smearing.
Wei Xiyan is good at the modern direct painting method, which is to draw the outline directly on the canvas, and then slowly color. But what Zhou Yun Sheng is good at is the more ancient transparent painting method, that is, multi-layered painting with pigments that are not white but only diluted with toning oil. After each layer is dry, the next layer must be painted. It can be said that the entire painting has been completed in his mind before starting the brush.
Since the color of each layer is thinner, the color of the lower layer can be faintly revealed, forming a subtle tones with the color of the upper layer. Therefore, this method of painting requires more advanced skills and more precise control and judgment of color harmony.
Wei Xiyan's painting uses a large area of warm tones, and it's already dry, so Zhou Yunsheng added blue, purple, and green on top to make the warm tones gradually turn into cool tones, and finally glazed them with resin varnish. dyed to give it layers of grey.
In just half an hour, the garden that had been full of brilliant spring flowers turned into a forest bathed in starlight. The twinkling stars in the sky shone faintly, and it seemed that as long as you stretched out your hand, you could pick it up at your fingertips. It was placed there, not looking like a painting, but like a portal to another world, so beautiful, so real and so illusory.
Zhou Yun Sheng took a few steps back and looked at his hand-training work. A slight exclamation came from his ears. Only then did he pull his mind away from the painting, and looked down at the little guy standing at his feet.
Day turns into night, the sun turns into starlight, and the garden turns into a forest. Even if Ning Wangshu didn't know what aesthetics meant, he was stunned by his uncle's superb painting skills.
Finding that he disturbed his uncle, Ning Wangshu quickly covered his mouth with his chubby little hands, his big eyes full of horror.
Zhou Yun Sheng only glanced at him before turning around, continuing to look at the oil painting, picking up the brush to make fine adjustments.
Ning Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the uncle didn't mean to drive him away, his courage gradually grew, and his little hand reached for the paintbrush on the stool. Reaching out and retracting, reaching out and retracting, after struggling for a long time, he finally took the paintbrush in his hand.
On the ground were oil buckets for cleaning brushes and a few white cloths. Ning Wangshu quickly dipped a bit of poppy oil with a paintbrush, squatted on the ground and smeared it against the white cloth. He tried to draw a few stars, but found that they were not as bright as the uncle's painting, and he painted them as the sun with a stern face...
He was enjoying himself, but he didn't realize that Zhou Yun Sheng had finished making the final revisions and was bending over to stare at him.
"No, you can't play this." The young man's voice was as beautiful as a trickling stream, but the strength of grabbing the brush was unbearable.
Ning Wangshu was stunned, her ruddy face turned pale in an instant, and she shrank into the corner like a small quail.
Zhou Yun Sheng didn't comfort him either, he placed the paintbrush and oil bucket on the windowsill, making sure that the little guy couldn't reach him, and then walked out of the studio.
Ning Wangshu covered his face, weeping, and wetting a large piece of the white cloth on the ground, looking so pitiful. But not long after, the boy came in again, holding a box of watercolor pens and a pile of white paper in his hand, bent over and handed it to the little guy, saying word by word, "You use paint and poppy oil for this painting. It contains trace amounts of toxins, and babies can't touch it, they will get sick."
Seeing that the little guy was just crying, refusing to raise his head to pay attention to himself, Zhou Yun Sheng didn't persuade him much, put down the watercolor pen and white paper, and turned around to continue painting. He is also a little autistic himself, saying so much is already a miracle.
It turned out that the uncle did not despise himself. Ning Wangshu's grief was greatly relieved, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then quietly raised his head, just as he was about to reach for the watercolor pen, when he saw his uncle suddenly turned and walked towards him, he hurriedly held his head while stunned. huddled together like a little turtle.
Zhou Yun Sheng was almost amused by this little guy, but because of the surveillance cameras all around, he had to endure it. He took a few deep breaths, took off the white shirt hanging on the easel with a serious expression, helped the little guy put it on, and said in a low voice, "Put it on so you don't get your clothes dirty."
Ning Wangshu stopped struggling and let his uncle help him get dressed. The shirt is very large, and the sleeves are rolled up a long way to barely reveal a pair of fat and tender short hands, and the hem is also dragged so long that it just covers the pants.
Zhou Yun Sheng helped him tidy up the front of his clothes, and then rubbed his head stiffly before turning around and continuing to paint.
Ning Wangshu also touched his forehead, feeling the warmth that had almost dissipated, but felt a little sweet in his heart. He didn't smile, but his eyes were brighter than ever before. He picked up the brush and scribbled according to his uncle's painting.
The quiet needle-dropping in the studio can be heard, and the figures of the uncle and nephew painting side by side are so harmonious and heart-warming.
Time passed without knowing it, and at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ma slowly walked into the house with a vegetable basket. There is also a maid at home, who does not need her to look after her all the time. Besides, she is old and impatient to take care of children. Every day when Ning Sinian went out, she would go out with a basket of vegetables under the pretext of buying vegetables, but in fact she would go to a nearby park to play cards with other maids.
In the past, he was lazy and avoided Zhao Xinfang, but now he took Zhao Xinfang's benefits and acted more and more recklessly. Zhao Xinfang was not like Ning Sinian thought, as long as he didn't volunteer, he would take care of his stepson at home. She also went out on the front and back, either shopping, playing cards, or doing beauty treatments.
Anyway, Ning Sinian was very busy and never came home, even if she came back very late, so she, like Wang Ma, only needed to get home before six o'clock.
Today is Sunday, she used the excuse to go to the orphanage to help, and she could come back even later.
Wang Ma asked the maid and knew that Zhao Xinfang had not come back, so she went upstairs to look for Ning Wangshu. In the studio, Ning Wangshu heard Wang Ma's cry, his face turned pale with fright, and his body was shaking so much that he couldn't stop.
Zhou Yun Sheng patted his little head soothingly, then helped him take off his shirt and washed his hands. It wasn't that the former Wei Xiyan didn't notice Ning Wangshu's strangeness. Hearing Ning Wangshu's heart-breaking cry, he also ran to ask questions.
The answer Wang Ma gave him was that a child would cry when he had tooth decay. Wei Xiyan still had doubts after hearing this, but after holding it for a long time, he blushed and said 'really?', and he had to retreat under Wang Ma's stare.
As soon as he left, Wang Ma closed the door and continued to beat Ning Wangshu, ignoring him at all.
The current Zhou Yun Sheng also ignored Wang Ma, he hugged the little guy gently, and patted his back tirelessly. Seeing that Wang Ma went to the door to ask for a child, not only did she not hand it over, but she slammed the door tightly in front of her, so that Wang Ma almost smashed her nose.
"Bah, little bastard, what are you! Sooner or later, let Sinian drive you out!" Wang Ma spat at the door.
Zhou Yun Sheng ignored the abuse outside the door, let go of the little guy and continued to paint.
Only the uncle can see his fear and despair, only the uncle will not hand himself over to Wang Ma, and only the uncle will protect himself so firmly. Although it only closed a door, it actually isolated all dangers for itself. Ning Wangshu is only three years old, but he already has self-awareness. He has an indelible attachment to Zhou Yunsheng at this moment. At the same time, he also vaguely realizes that maybe the words he said in front of his father will affect his uncle. negative effect.
He was very happy, and at the same time a little sad, he carefully hugged his uncle's thigh.
Zhou Yun Sheng kicked him in disgust, but his movements were very gentle.
Ning Wangshu wasn't afraid this time, and hugged him perseveringly.
Zhou Yun Sheng couldn't get rid of this little tail, so he had no choice but to let him hug him. When he went to the left, the little guy stumbled to the left. Come down, that picture is hilarious.
The uncle and nephew were having a good time, and Wang Ma was so happy that she didn't have to worry about it, and asked the maid to quickly cook for herself. Unexpectedly, before 5:30, the sound of the car engine sounded outside, and Ning Sinian came back.
Thinking of the two uncles and nephews who get along well in the studio, Wang Ma became anxious and ran upstairs to shout, "Wei Xiyan, get the baby out, Mr. Ning is back, let him see you with the baby, he will definitely kick you out!"
Because of Ning Sinian's increasingly cold and disgusting attitude, the original Wei Xiyan really didn't dare to get too close to Ning Wangshu. At this moment, although Zhou Yun Sheng knew the truth, he did not intend to pierce through Wang Ma's diorama. He opened the door and took out the terrified Ning Wangshu.
Ning Wangshu's forehead was rubbed by his uncle, the fear in his heart subsided, and he realized that as long as his father came back, Wang Ma would not hit him, so he walked over with stiff steps.
Wang Ma couldn't wait to drag the child to her side. Whether he could keep up or not, she dragged the child downstairs and threatened in a low voice, "Don't stay with that bastard Wei Xiyan in the future, or else I peeled your skin!"
"Uncle is not a bastard." Ning Wangshu, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly retorted with incomparable clarity.
Wang Ma was stunned for a few seconds, then her face changed greatly, and she reached out and grabbed Ning Wangshu's ear. Ning Wangshu skillfully shrugged his shoulders and held his head silently. Fortunately, Ning Sinian was anxious to see her son, and she had already walked upstairs. Only then did Wang Ma hold back her hands and take the child into her arms. While pulling away a kind smile, she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Not only is Wei Xiyan a bastard, but you are also a bastard. , if you don't obey me, I'll throw you into the river and drown. Your father has a new wife and will have many children in the future, so he won't care about you at all."
Ning Wangshu was frightened, and closed his eyes in despair, tears falling down in large drops.