Dai Lin sat opposite Dai Ming and said, "Dai Ming, it's been a long time since we met. Recently..."

He looked at Dai Ming's serious expression and thought in his heart: He... he... he... he is...

Want to ask me how much I borrow?

Dai Lin is not stingy. His uncle and aunt usually take care of him so much. He really lent the money and didn't hold on to the hope that Dai Ming could return it. However, he had to ask clearly that Dai Ming should not be deceived. There are all kinds of people in society now, and all kinds of frauds are extremely clever and we must be careful.

"Dai Lin," Dai Ming interrupted Dai Lin and said, "If you come out to eat skewers, don't ask me about my work. At this time, I am just a slut in my office and I just get a dead salary."

In fact, when I was a child, it was not Dai Lin who was called a genius in the Dai family, but Dai Ming.

Dai Lin is a talent and hard work, while Dai Ming is different. He was quite talented in art when he was in elementary school and once won the grand prize in the city's children's painting competition. The uncle's uncle's house still retains the news clippings of the news he received that year.

However, Dai Lin remembers... probably after Dai Ming entered the fourth grade of elementary school, his uncle and aunt rarely mentioned Dai Ming's paintings at family gatherings. In the past... they would always take a painting tube and give Dai Ming's new works for everyone to appreciate.

Later... I heard that Dai Ming gave up painting. For a moment, rumors such as Jiang Lang were all over the place, and that he was hurt by Zhongyong were rampant. Dai Lin himself had heard several versions of the statement from his relatives, and some exaggeratedly said that Dai Ming had depression at that time.

Dai Ming looked at the menu for Dai Lin, then ordered a few barbecue and ordered two bottles of beer.

"Dai Ming," Dai Lin tentatively: "Is there anything unpleasant about it recently? If I need my help?"

If he wanted to borrow money, Dai Lin's words had already spread the steps for Dai Ming, and he would wait for him to speak.

"I went to an art exhibition today."

Dai Ming recalled the painting he saw with a melancholy look: "I saw a painting today, it was simply...it was simply..."

"Do you still want to continue painting?"

Dai Lin really hoped that Dai Ming could cheer up and lift his brush again. When he was a child, he was indeed impressed by Dai Ming's paintings.

"How should I tell you..."

Obviously, Dai Ming's next words were a bit difficult to say.

"Dai Lin, I have never told you this before, but today... I thought about it and it seems that I can only talk to you about this. I don't have many friends, and I can't tell my parents..."

Dai Lin saw that Dai Ming obviously had some indescribable hidden feelings.

"Tell me, I'll listen. I won't tell my parents, uncles and aunts."

Beer was delivered.

Dai Ming poured a little wine into Dai Lin and his cup and took a big sip.

"I thought I wouldn't see such paintings again..."

After drinking a large glass of beer, you won’t be too drunk, but it seems that Dai Ming’s next speech is not so difficult to speak.

He finally told his cousin Dai Lin in front of him that he had buried for many years.

...

Before he was ten years old, Dai Ming never doubted that he would become a painter in the future.

He is born with amazing talent, especially after being guided by professional art teachers, his painting skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Despite this, his parents still have some doubts about whether to let him take the art student exam. Art is like sports, and there are many unstable things to become a job in the future. Fortunately, Dai Ming's father still doesn't support Dai Ming's decision on his career plan too early.

Until one day...

It was a night that was no different from the weekdays....

That night, Dai Ming, who had just turned nine, went out to sketch.

At that time, Dai Ming came to Aomori Park in City W. It was May 3. Aomori Park was open until 8 o'clock in the evening during the Labor Day holiday. The park was separated from home by a road, and Dai Ming liked to paint quietly alone, so his parents did not come with him.

And he planned to draw a painting of the park under the moonlight.

He always likes to paint objects that actually exist and rarely draws based on imagination.

That day, Dai Ming chose a high slope with a very nice view and sat down.

“The scenery is really good…”

Dai Ming looked at the children playing by the lake, and the moonlight was rafting on the lake, so he picked up his brush and prepared to paint.

But at this moment... he suddenly felt a strong feeling of sadness and pain.

This feeling was like tearing his heart and lungs apart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

His arms trembled, and then...the brush subconsciously began to draw, and then dipped it in the paint on the palette next to him from time to time.

I don’t know how long it took, but he heard a girl say, “You’re painting so well…”

Dai Ming then realized that there were many people surrounded by him.

"This kid is so beautiful."

"I thought he was sketching at first."

"You can draw so well at such a young age. Can you tell my aunt what class you have in? I want to sign up for my child."

"Hey, wait, why is this kid crying?"

I……

Crying?

Dai Ming touched his eyes and realized that he was already crying like rain.

What's going on?

Then, Dai Ming looked at the painting that had been basically completed in front of him.

Inside the painting... is a woman in white who fell into the water.

A woman is extremely beautiful. Although her eyes are closed in the water, her peerless appearance is still hard to hide.

Dai Ming looked at the painting in front of him, a little confused.

He couldn't remember how he thought of drawing this painting.

The picture is very lifelike, but Dai Ming looked at the woman for some reason, but there was an indescribable sadness.

Dai Ming drew an unrealistic picture for the first time, and he felt puzzled. How did he outline such a painting?

The people around him began to praise the artistic conception of the painting and were not stingy with the words of praise for Dai Ming.

Although Dai Ming felt something was wrong at that time, after thinking about it, he felt that it was his own inspiration, and maybe his talents were still far above his imagination?

So, he didn't think too much, and returned home with the praise of the people in the park.

But……

This is just the beginning of this series of exceptions.

After the May Day holiday, Dai Ming returned to school.

During art class, the teacher arranged for everyone to paint freely. Most students just took crayons and graffiti, while Dai Ming would bring various special painting tools. Every time he did art class, everyone would watch his painting process.

Dai Ming painted this time...

The woman is still drawn.

And this time...

The picture becomes very dark.

Not only that, he also drew some fish.

The woman sank into the deep seabed, and some fish swam around her.

However, the woman's face is still very beautiful.

"Dai Ming, this..."

The students watching next to them were stunned.

"Is this the seabed?" One of the girls suddenly said: "This is Maga fish! It is a type of deep-sea fish!"

Dai Ming was stunned when he heard this.

"Velves? This fish is called this?"

"It's a maga fish, not a vest. Well, it's not wrong. My dad works in an aquarium, so he has taught me to identify various fish since he was a child."

Deep sea fish?

Dai Ming, who was only nine years old at the time, looked carefully at the fish he drew.

"I...I've never seen this fish."

Dai Ming had no interest in marine life at all, and he had never been to the aquarium at that time.

"Oh, how did you draw it?"

"I……"

Dai Ming recalled the process of painting, and it seemed that he was very natural... and then he drew it.

"This woman...sinks to the bottom of the sea?"

The children next to him asked.

"Well, it should... be right."

Looking at the woman sinking at the bottom of the sea in the painting, Dai Ming felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Why did he draw this woman again?
Chapter completed!