I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 357 The Gorgeous Transformation of the Ugly Duckling
in the live room.

"The story about the duck that the old man told, isn't it the ugly duckling?"

"probably."

"I didn't expect An Tusheng to write fairy tales like this."

"It's not easy to be an Antu, and neither is the old man."

"Yes, the old man not only subsidized An Tusheng to go to school, but also helped An Tusheng heal his mental problems. I have to say that the treatment method that the old man came up with is really good."

"This treatment method directly created a fairy tale king, haha..."

"An Tusheng is known as the sun in the hearts of children in the world, but in fact, this is the opposite. Children are the sun in An Tusheng's hearts."

"This kind of giving is mutual. The earliest children's stories helped An Tusheng get out of depression, and An Tusheng gave better stories to all children, so that they can get happiness and life principles in those fairy tales. "

When the audience left their thoughts in the comment area one after another, several people from Mushroom House also spoke, with a sense of surprise in their tone.

"Old man, isn't the duck's name called the Ugly Duckling in the story you told?"

All of them have the deepest memory of An Tusheng's fairy tales, probably the story of the ugly duckling.

This story has convinced many people that gold will always shine.

I didn't expect the background of this story to be created like this.

The ugly duckling in the novel turns into a white swan, while An Tusheng in reality regains a new life.

"It's called the Ugly Duckling. After he wrote this story, he also drew the image of the ugly duckling in his heart, but he didn't draw the swan."

"Doesn't the ugly duckling turning into a swan represent his rebirth, and the image of the swan is more worthy of his painting?"

"The kid said he was very much an ugly duckling himself, that he had gotten out of that struggle, but he hadn't been a real swan yet, and he couldn't imagine what a shiny swan would look like."

Ye Qing thought of the child looking at him at that time, with a hint of confusion that had not yet been resolved in his eyes.

"So the old man, I drew him a swan. The swan I drew for him is extremely confident, and the white feathers flying under the sun seem to be shining."

I remember that when the child saw the painting, he was dumbfounded.

In the end, I watched it and cried.

That was the first time he had seen the child cry like that.

Even if he was targeted by those people before, he never cried once.

But when he saw the painting, the child cried.

I have to say, thinking of the child crying, it's really a bit ugly.

Listening to the old man's description, everyone drew a picture of a swan flying under the sun in their minds.

The picture of the swan drawn by the old man is so beautiful.

But why do they read storybooks, although they are also swans.

But it was just a swan, not as beautiful as the old man said.

If there are such illustrations and the story of the ugly duckling is published together, it will definitely be a big hit.

"We don't see such pictures in story books."

"Where is the picture you drew of him? Isn't it in the storybook?"

"That illustration has been treasured by him, maybe it's in his cemetery now."

Ye Qing recalled what An Tusheng had said about the arrangement of the paintings, and replied to several people.

When the child published the story, he said that he would not publish the painting because he was not worthy of the beautiful swan.

And the swan in that painting is a dream for the rest of his life, and it is the most rare treasure in his life.

So at that time, the child had already decided that the swan picture would be taken into the tomb.

"What a pity..."

"It's enough to see how much An Tusheng attaches great importance to the old man's painting."

"The swan in that painting is probably An Tusheng's pursuit for the rest of his life. After all, that swan is too beautiful. It is precisely because he wants to get close to the swan painted by the old man that he has so many A classic."

Several people couldn't help feeling a little regretful when they heard what the old man said about the whereabouts of the painting.

It's really a pity that I couldn't see such a beautiful swan picture.

That swan picture is probably also the appearance of An Tusheng that the old man wants to see.

After all, after suffering so much, it's time to shine.

"Let's put the book aside and continue drying it. There's nothing interesting to tell about the child's future."

Ye Qing saw that the children's eyes were full of curiosity about the swan picture, so he just asked the children to put away the book and put it in the sun.

But in his heart he was recalling the content of that painting.

Otherwise, he can draw that painting again at night.

Satisfy the curiosity of your own children.

And that child An Tusheng finally reached the radiance of the swan in the painting, it was time for everyone to see the gorgeous transformation of the ugly duckling.

"Old man, anyway, we are posting books today, why don't you tell us other stories?"

"Aren't you leaving?"

Ye Qing looked at Jin Jing and Liu Shengying with raised eyebrows.

Didn't these two children say they were going to leave?

Want to hear other stories now?

"I want to leave, but the books you have here, and the stories you tell, they firmly hold my feet, and I want to hear more."

"The time set for us is to leave today. Isn't there still half of today? It's not bad for us to listen to your stories so well."

Jin Jing and Liu Shengying sat on the chairs, and both of them looked at the old man eagerly.

There are some requests in his eyes to stay a little longer.

If they were reluctant to leave when they left, it was because they were reluctant to part with this comfortable and leisurely environment, but this will be different. They have a strong reluctance for these rare books full of tables and the stories told by the old man.

If they are here, at least they can see if there is any author they like in this treasured book, and they can also hear what kind of story the author has.

If this is gone, they can only watch other people's choices on their mobile phones and listen to the stories of the authors chosen by others.

"Okay, as long as you arrange your own time."

Ye Qing nodded when he saw the strong enthusiasm for the story in the eyes of the two girls.

"Think about who you want to listen to, old man, let me see if I have their books here."

In those years abroad, he not only participated in some economic activities, but also met some overseas literary children, and there were also domestic books.

It depends on whether he recognizes the author the two girls like.

Telling the two girls can be regarded as practice.

"Wuthering Heights?"

"That's fine. Wuthering Heights is also a world famous book. The old man should have it."

After the two girls exchanged in low voices, they raised their heads and said to Ye Qing:

"We want to hear the story of Wuthering Heights. Do you know her?"

"Wuthering Heights..."

Ye Qing felt very familiar when he heard the name. He scanned the three tables in the courtyard, raised his hand and pointed to the middle table.

"See if it's that one, it seems to be a love story, doesn't it?"

He seems to remember this book, but it seems a little vague.

After all, he is a person without human emotions, so he probably won't cherish it.

(End of this chapter)