Youyan reached out and tried to put the crumpled drawing paper in her hand where the portrait was.
What was displayed in front of everyone was a charcoal sketch. Delicate eyebrows, clear eyes, gentle and shy smile.
That was Youyan's mother, his wife.
Sealed in this drawing paper, she resembles the most gorgeous eagle tail in May, blooming with a lifetime of beauty. It turns out that she, who only has a delicate appearance, can be so beautiful. The original portrait suddenly looked inferior.
After ten years of sharpening a sword, Chi Zheng's paintings are not the last ones. She taught her clumsy daughter.
He suddenly remembered that summer night the year before last, that Chinese Valentine's Day night. A family of three went to the villa on the outskirts of the Lu family to watch the stars. They saw the stars shining brightly and the rivers and rivers dim.
Youyan was in Chi Zheng's arms, immersed in drawing something, and Chi Zheng nestled in his arms. In his arms, there was her and their lovely daughter.
Youyan was drawing when suddenly his nose wrinkled, he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it far away.
"Mom, I obviously don't need to paint fine brushwork anymore, why do you still want me to paint?" she said aggrievedly.
Chi Zheng smiled softly and replied: "Gongbi Baidu is both the simplest and the most difficult. Just like the most powerful chef, even if it is just an ordinary dish of boiled tofu, he can make food more delicious than any expensive ingredients. .”
Youyan nodded in understanding.
He was startled, and his eyebrows slowly lit up.
"According to what you say, one day, fine brushwork will be better than freehand brushwork?" The smile on his lips showed a bit of laziness.
Chi Zheng was not knocked down by his question, her eyes were filled with brilliance.
"Mr. Yi, it doesn't matter which one wins. With enough skill, even the simplest freehand brushwork can be better than freehand brushwork. The level of painting skills never depends on the method of expression, only the person."
"Did you do it, Painter Chi?"
A smile appeared on his lips, her face was reflected in his eyes, and the love in his eyes was undisguised. He loves to tease her the most, and then look at the confident look in her eyes. She can only be like this when talking about paintings.
Even though she had been his wife for many years, sure enough, at this moment, Chi Zheng still lowered her head shyly.
His laughter became even more wild, "Why do you need to use food as an analogy?"
Chi Zheng was slightly annoyed, "Because your precious daughter prefers to hear this."
He was stunned, and his voice became slightly hoarse from laughter.
"Yan, go pick up the garbage you threw away." He knocked on his daughter's little head.
Youyan murmured, reluctantly got out of her mother's arms, and ran excitedly into the short grass ahead.
"Isn't my daughter yours too?"
He whispered, leaning down to kiss his wife deeply.
It turns out that they also had so many ordinary and happy times. It turned out that he had always been so happy when he was with her. The hatred in my heart suddenly seemed like floating catkins, most of which had nowhere to go.
"But, uncle, I don't have this." Youyan was a little sad, staring at the portrait that fell on the table.
Her voice was clear and clear. Everyone looked at her and immediately understood what she was referring to - the photo frame. It turned out that this was what she was looking for just now.
"Xiaoyan, uncle will buy it for you, okay?"
He frowned and looked at the unexpected guest at the door. This man was wearing a crisp black suit, with a handsome face, and a faint bookish aura between his brows, but his eyes were too cold, making him look unusually cold.
He quickly pushed through the crowd and walked in.
"Excuse me, sir?" the steward stepped forward and asked.
There was a sneer at the corner of the man's mouth, "Mr. Lu, I am Shen Tuo."
As if something hit him hard in his heart, he strode forward and asked, "Did Mr. Shen go to the wrong place?"
In the middle of the mourning hall, there were two men, one imposing and the other cold and arrogant. However, the person they were fighting over was no longer there.
"If this is Chi Zheng's mourning hall, Shen Tuo is not wrong." Shen Tuo smiled coldly, "Mr. Lu, I heard that Chi Zheng left my name before she died. Am I not qualified to come and pay her respects? Or is the man who claims to love her deeply but marries someone else more qualified?"
Everyone present who was familiar with the cause of Chi Zheng's death all looked over.
Chi Zheng's brother-in-law frowned slightly and hugged Youyan tightly, who had a curious look on his face and was looking around with round eyes.
"Today is the anniversary of my wife's death. Please don't cause trouble, otherwise don't blame Lu for not knowing how to treat guests." He warned in a deep voice, with a bit of cruelty in his voice.
Shen Tuo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Wife, what a crowning and funny wording."