The genius pyrographer of the reborn daughter

Chapter 20 Visitation
It snowed heavily for a day and a night.After the snow stopped, Dujia Village almost became a small village isolated from the rest of the world.However, Ning Wanzhu played happily with the children in the village for a few days, sculpting snowmen, playing snowball fights... The small river passing by the village was also completely frozen, and it was clear from the ice that he was swimming freely under the ice. of swimming fish.The children dug a hole in the ice, put the fishing line down, and actually caught a few small hairy fish.

Ning Wanzhu played with her friends for a few days, and almost felt that she had become a carefree child.She tried her best not to think about those disappointing things, such as the indifferent father, the secret aunt, the cold and estranged stepmother... In this life, she doesn't want to strive for anything deliberately, and she doesn't want to put her happiness and anger in the world again. Sorrow and joy are built on the attitude of others towards oneself.

After learning pyrography from Grandpa Du, the idea has become deeply ingrained in her mind—in this life, she hopes to become a pyrographer, so that she can support herself in the future even without the help of her family.At the same time, it also allows the inheritance of the nearly lost pyrography technique to continue.

Thinking of this, Ning Wanzhu took out a small piece of wood while looking at the children playing in the village, took out a charcoal pencil, and sketched roughly on the board a scene of children playing in the snow in winter.This is also what the old man Du taught her—the first step of pyrography is to have a picture in your heart, of course, draw the general outline, the overall composition and layout in your heart, and draw it out with charcoal, which is the result of pyrography gesture.Next, it is to bring the wood chips that have been drafted in advance to the house, and start to draw every detail little by little with a branding pen.After that, it's time to work hard, but it's troublesome.

The wood chips Ning Wanzhu used were specially made by Grandpa Du for her to practice.Ning Dayong saw that Ning Wanzhu needed such a piece of wood, so he prepared a lot in private, and secretly sent a lot to Ning Wanzhu.At this moment, Ning Wanzhu looked at the piece of wood in her hand, and remembered Ning Dayong's thoughts, and couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded, and more, she was secretly grateful.

At this time, a few people rushed in from the entrance of the village and said, "The road is clear, the road is clear!"

The heavy snow in the past few days has sealed off the only mountain road leading to Nanyang City from Dujia Village where carts can be walked.Until today, the weather has warmed up slightly, the snow and ice on the roads have melted a little, and Nanyang Mansion sent people to clean it up, finally making it possible for carts to pass.

Ning Wanzhu got up and looked towards the entrance of the village, only to see a large cart with the Ning family mark passing by the entrance of the village without stopping, and heading due south along the main road.Someone jumped out of the cart and ran towards Ning's village.

Ning Wanzhu remained unmoved, and continued to draw with charcoal on the small wood chips she used for practice.After a while, Mo Lan rushed out from the Ning's house, shouting excitedly: "Miss, miss, the second master is here... Your father, the second master is here!"

"Oh!" Ning Wanzhu responded dryly, bowed her head and continued to draw with charcoal.What would a father like him do if he passed Du's village but didn't enter.

Mo Lan hadn't recovered from her own ecstasy, so she continued, "I heard from Mrs. Zhuangtou, the second master will go to see the uncle first, and then go back to our village. The ladies are in a hurry to clean up the house. , give the second master a rest!"

"Oh! I see." Ning Wanzhu didn't even look back.

"Ah, miss, why don't you prepare for it? If we can get the second master's favor this time, we can go back to Nanyang City." Mo Lan said happily, as if she had already seen the Ningfu compound. His master and servant opened the door.

"With father's favor, we can go back to Nanyang City?" Ning Wanzhu asked rhetorically.

Mo Lan was puzzled, and stared blankly at Ning Wanzhu's somewhat indifferent face.Ning Wanzhu sighed in her heart, remembering that Mo Lan was only an eight or nine-year-old girl, it was not surprising that she had such naive expectations in matters such as the inner house.But Ning Wanzhu knew that as long as her true identity did not come to light for a day, Aunt Shao and Ning Luozi's mother and daughter would never allow herself to return to Ningfu in Nanyang easily, let alone allow herself to pass away so easily. Get close to his father Ning Yu.

However, facing Mo Lan's eyes full of expectations, Ning Wanzhu felt that these words could not be explained to her, so she changed her mouth and smiled and said: "I know, the Zhuangzi must be very busy today, so you go and clean up my room." , and then take out that newly made lake green Xiang skirt for me. It’s easy for me to wear at night.”

When Mo Lan heard this, she was filled with joy, thinking that her young lady had listened to the persuasion, she quickly agreed and ran back to the village.

And Ning Wanzhu sighed, and continued to quietly type some drafts with charcoal on her small piece of wood.The pieces of wood are small, and Ning Wanzhu's paintings filled one piece, so he replaced it.In her pen, she painted various scenes of children playing in the countryside in winter. She thought that if she could draw a hundred children, she would ask Grandpa Du for help so that she could draw a large-scale work called "Hundred Winter Days" "Xitu" must be very interesting.

While painting, she suddenly thought, why not draw herself into the picture?
Thinking of this, Ning Wanzhu took out a small unused piece of wood and began to draft on it.She intends to draw a little girl with her back to the viewer, holding a charcoal pencil and a drawing sheet, sitting aside, quietly drawing by herself.Just after drawing a rough outline, suddenly there was the sound of a cart approaching from the entrance of the village.

Ning Wanzhu was so absorbed in painting that she didn't pay attention to it.However, footsteps sounded on the snow behind him, getting closer and closer, and someone stopped behind him.

"Little girl, did you draw these?" The voice of the visitor was slightly low, but pleasant to the ear.Ning Wanzhu didn't need to turn her head to know who was standing behind her at the moment, but her heart was stung by the word "little girl", and she didn't want to turn her head back, so she just turned her back to the person who came and said, "Yeah" One sound.

The man squatted down and looked at the sketches on the small wooden chip beside Ning Wanzhu, and said while flipping through them, "The drawing is not bad!"

Ning Wanzhu remained unmoved.

The person finally couldn't help getting up, and leaned over to look at the sketch she was drawing in her hand. Upon seeing it, the visitor felt very surprised and asked, "Little girl, are you planning to draw yourself into the painting too?" What? What a good idea, what a novelty!" He said it twice, but Ning Wanzhu didn't respond at all.

The visitor was feeling surprised when he saw two drops of water on the small piece of wood in front of Ning Wanzhu's hand.And Ning Wanzhu just turned around at this moment, raised her head, and stared at the visitor with a pair of big eyes full of tears.

This person is Ning Yu.

When Ning Yu saw the little girl in front of him, he was taken aback, and said, "Luo Zi, why is it you?" As soon as he said this, big tears welled up in the eyes of the little girl in front of him.Ning Yu felt distressed immediately - although the little girl in front of her was just a little concubine, she was a continuation of his own blood no matter what.And he has been ignoring this daughter all the time, he just saw the small figure of this daughter, but he couldn't recognize it.

Ning Yu frantically took out a handkerchief in his arms, trying to wipe away the tears rolling down Ning Wanzhu's porcelain-white face.But when he was halfway through, he suddenly froze.He looked at Ning Wanzhu's face and whispered, "Son, why do you look like Yun Shu like this!" Yun Shu was none other than the name of Ning Wanzhu's biological mother who died young.

After hearing this, Ning Wanzhu lowered her head and finally held back her tears. Then she raised her head and called out softly, "Father!" Ning Yu stared blankly at his face in a daze, with involuntary tears in his eyes. Show love and compassion.

The relationship between Ning Wanzhu and her father Ning Yu in her previous life was not very good, but not particularly close either.In the past few days since she was reborn, when she thinks of her father Ning Yu, her mood is always very complicated.In the previous life, just one year after the death of his biological mother Shao, his father remarried his stepmother Yan.At that time, she herself didn't even have Xiaoshi's filial piety.Aunt Shao died young in her previous life, so she didn't have much impression of Aunt Shao.However, in this life, Ning Wanzhu inevitably resented her father because of Aunt Shao's pressing every step of the way.Now that you married your biological mother, why did you marry your aunt again? Don't men always meet and love each other?
Seeing Ning Wanzhu's expression, Ning Yu felt as if his heart had melted. He reached out to hold Ning Wanzhu's little hand, and said to her: "Luo Zi, it's cold! Let's go, dad will take you back to the village, dad I brought a lot of wild game over here, let's eat roasted venison in the evening!"

Unexpectedly, Ning Wanzhu suddenly pulled his hand out of Ning Yu's.

Ning Yu was taken aback, and said: "Luo Zi, what's wrong?" He didn't know that the child in front of him was just angry because his father called her by the wrong name.

Ning Wanzhu sighed secretly, could it be said that it is not surprising that his father is ignorant, but if Ning Yu hadn't been negligent in caring for these years, how could he, the good-looking eldest daughter of the first wife, have given people an opportunity to take advantage of? Use this trick?

But at this moment, she could neither blame her father nor tell the truth immediately.Before the time came, if she spoke too early and her father pursued her, if she couldn't produce any evidence in her favor, she would be in vain to startle the enemy and make the other party prepare.

Seeing the astonished expression on Ning Yu's face, Ning Wanzhu softened a little, and suddenly had an idea.She reached out to wipe the tears off her face, smiled at her father, then lifted up the small piece of wood used for painting in her hand, and said crisply and authentically: "Father, I will also draw you into this painting, okay?" it is good?"

Ning Yu wondered: "Me? What do you want me to do?" Then he stood up and looked at Ning Wanzhu, as if asking himself what he should do in order to cooperate with Ning Wanzhu in painting.

This time it was Ning Wanzhu's turn to be surprised. In my impression, my father was not so easy to talk to, and in my previous life, I was always reserved in front of my father. Father and daughter rarely get so close.

But she quickly saved it, tugged at the corner of her father's clothes, and motioned him to turn his back and stand upright, while she drew with a charcoal pencil on the small piece of wood in her hand. After a while, the sitting figure on the screen Beside the little girl in the painting, there is a middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back.Although it was only sketched with a few rough strokes, it could be seen that the man was bending over and looking at the painting in the little girl's hand with love.And the back of the little girl was changed a few times by Ning Wanzhu, and she raised her head slightly, as if she was acting like a baby to her father and asking for his approval.

(End of this chapter)