Why did the husband run away

Chapter 9 Am I Wrong All This Time?

The little girl's drawing is just like the photo.

Even Lin Bei suspected that the other party had posted his photo.

This is simply too violent.

"You drew this, little sister?" Lin Bei confirmed again.

"Hmm."

The little girl nodded.

"Big sister, I can't draw well"

"No! This is already a very good painting, it really looks like me!"

"really?"

The little girl who was encouraged by Lin Bei had a lovely light in her eyes.

But soon, the little girl's eyes dimmed again.

"It's not like my father said that the highest state of our painting repair is not only to completely restore the other party's appearance, but also to restore the other party's charm.

But"

The little girl looks at her own painting.

"My paintings don't have the charm of big sisters.
But whenever I pay attention to the charm of the big sister, I can't restore the appearance of the big sister, and I always want to paint it myself. "

"Uh, I really don't know much about paintings.

But, in my opinion, whether the painting looks like or not is secondary, and the most important thing is to express the appearance in my heart.

If painting is just like a camera, then what's the point of fine art? "

"Camera?" The little girl blinked her big watery eyes, "Big Sister, what is that?"

"The camera is a tool in my hometown. It can freeze the picture, just like a real person."

"Eh? Is there really such a thing? If there is, then what's the point of us painting and repairing?"

"So, painting does not necessarily have to be like, but a manifestation of the connection between inner emotions and external objects."

Lin Bei subconsciously stroked the little girl's head, like stroking a cat.

"But the meaning of painting must be similar, isn't this the way of painting?" the little girl questioned.

"Is this the way of painting?" Lin Bei was stunned for a moment, "Wait a minute."

Lin Bei found a few books and quickly learned about the painters in this world.

Only then did I realize that the painters in this world are a little... different...

What painters in this world pursue is "the painting is the same as the world, and the charm and appearance of the external objects are completely left on the paper."

In other words, it is to achieve the level of a human flesh camera, so be careful!
No wonder, the few paintings I saw at home when I was a child were all in the same style.

Unexpectedly, there is only one style of painting in this world!
"big sister?"

Looking at the complex expression of the big sister sitting beside her, the little girl asked with some concern.

"Little sister, how about big sister drawing a picture for you?"

"Big sister can also paint?"

"of course."

Lin Bei smiled.

In fact, Lin Bei can't draw.

But after enlightening his state of mind, Lin Bei found that he could completely restore the things he had seen in his previous life!

That is to say, if your brain knows it, your hands will know it.

"Big sister, let's draw a little sister."

After finishing speaking, Lin Bei picked up a brush and a piece of white paper.

After a stick of incense, when the little girl saw Lin Bei's painting, her eyes widened!The little hand couldn't help covering his mouth, and his shaking eyes shone like gems.

"pretty"

The little girl couldn't help but exclaimed.

Obviously, the style of this painting is very strange.

But the little girl saw at a glance that this was herself.

And the self on paper seems to be cuter.

From the beginning to the end, the big sister just used a brush and a little ink to outline in detail, without any other paint.

"How is it? Does my little sister like it?" Lin Bei asked with a smile.

"Yeah! I like it! I like it very much!" The little girl nodded without thinking, her eyes still did not move away, this is a style of painting that she has never seen before.

"Then I will give this painting to you, little sister."

"Really?" the little girl said happily.

"Really." Lin Bei also nodded.

Sure enough, the cute and innocent little girl is the cleanest and most beautiful existence in the world.

"Big sister, what is this kind of painting called?" the little girl asked.

"Drawing method, you can call it a sketch, but in terms of painting style, you can call it a manga."

"Sketch comics." The little girl was a little lost, as if she had found a new continent.

"Well, forget it, let's call it that."

Lin Bei didn't correct it either.

"All in all, in my opinion, big sister, there are many, many ways to express something like painting, and it doesn't have to be like! Another example is this!"

Lin Bei paints with ink.

Lin Bei, who was in a clear state of mind, easily copied the paintings he had seen in his previous life.

The copy is Wang Wei's "A Thousand Rocks and Myriad Valleys".

Looking at this landscape painting, the little girl opened her mouth in shock and was speechless for a while.

It's so good!

An inexplicable beauty.

In the heart of the little girl, a door is quietly opening!

"Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back first, and you should hurry home too."

Lin Bei rubbed the little girl's head again, then turned and left.

Lin Bei knew that this little girl must be a monk of Huafeng of Tianmo Sect.

But Lin Bei is not sure about Huafeng's attitude towards Luo Qingming.

If Luo Qingming knew that she was too close to a monk from Huafeng, and Huafeng was a troublemaker, it would be troublesome.

And the little girl is still immersed in Lin Bei's paintings.

When the little girl regained her senses, she realized that her eldest sister was gone.

"I haven't asked Big Sister's name yet." Lingling sighed in frustration.

But Lingling believes that she will still meet her big sister!

The little girl returned to a courtyard in Huafeng as if she was carrying a rare treasure.

This courtyard is located at the top of Huafeng, which is the courtyard where the master of Huafeng is located.

"Lingling, you're back, go eat, your mother is waiting for you."

Seeing his daughter coming back, Taoist Huafeng, who was walking in the yard, smiled and said.

"Hmmm."

The little girl nodded, and ran towards the lobby with the two paintings in her arms.

When the daughter's figure disappeared, the smile on the Taoist painter's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a complicated and sad expression.

"Ugh"

The Taoist painter sighed.

Taoist Painter is not the first monk in the world who wants to prove his Taoism through painting.

However, he was the first monk to create a mountain.

Why did Taoist painters go to the top of the Tianmo sect to create a mountain?

That's because the Tianmo Sect is tolerant and will give resources to help.

In the eyes of other monks, painting is heresy and dead end.

But in the hearts of Taoist painters, painting can also prove the Tao!

Everything can be proved.

But now, I have wasted 300 years in the late stage of Nascent Soul Realm.

The most accomplished painter monk in history is also in his current state.

No one Huaxiu has ever reached the fairyland.

"Is it possible that painting the Tao is really a dead end, can't prove the Tao? Am I always wrong?"

Looking up at the moon, the painter's mind wavered.

(End of this chapter)