Even though he was mentally prepared, when he saw Wei Lianhua's new work, Wang Yilin still began to doubt life.
If the scary thing about the painting last time was the two eyes of Old Dingtou.
So this painting is horrifying from beginning to end.
Perhaps it was because Albert had always criticized her before, saying that her paintings were not painted by hand.
Therefore, this painting became purely hand-painted.
Countless lines that can be seen as palm prints appear on the canvas, and occasionally there are a few shocking red dots that are pressed out with your fingers.
There are even scattered finger prints on the edge of the frame.
The most bizarre thing is that this painting actually creates a strange three-dimensional feeling.
Wang Yilin's eyes remained on the painting, and she felt that the red dots were all herself.
Being dragged down to hell by countless hands
Wang Yilin gasped, this thing was actually drawn by someone
No, this thing was actually drawn by her mother.
Seeing Wang Yilin staring at the painting in a daze, Wei Lianhua approached Wang Yilin with excitement, "You understand what I want to express, right?"
Wang Yilin nodded with difficulty, she indeed understood.
The corners of Wei Lianhua's mouth slowly opened, "Let's just say I have talent. Look at how well I draw the volcanic eruption!"
Wang Yilin’s “What kind of volcano erupts?” Wasn’t it despair that her mother wanted to draw?
She happily placed the painting near the door to dry, and Wei Lianhua felt like she was about to fly.
She also said that painting is difficult, but she could draw one in ten minutes.
But it was really difficult to wash her hands. She had to change three basins of water before she could wash her hands clean.
But now it seems that everything is worth it.
It's just that the painting must be put away. There are many people in the yard. If it is taken away by someone quickly, she will suffer a big loss.
Putting the painting in a place where she thought it was safe, Wei Lianhua began to talk to her son, "Why don't you do it this afternoon."
Wang Yilin obviously didn't expect Wei Lianhua to suddenly
Changing the topic, knowing what Wei Lianhua was talking about, Wang Yilin lowered his head and looked at his fingers, "Because I am very weak."
Wei Lianhua ""What kind of reason is this!
Knowing that Wei Lianhua didn't understand, Wang Yilin's voice became more subtle, "I have to make myself look more like a weakling, so that others will feel they owe me."
Ever since she was little, she has always relied on herself.
When fighting for territory and trash cans with others outside, she can be tough and fight with others.
But in the village, if she wanted to live a peaceful life, she had to show weakness.
They are all from the same village, and we can see each other even when we look down.
She needs to make herself look more pitiable in order to make others sympathize with her.
Moreover, if you are bullied by children from the same village in the village, you will be compensated.
In the past, as long as she was embarrassed and cried sadly, she would be seen by others.
That night, there will be an extra carrot or a spoonful of grain at home.
It's not that she's easy to bully, it's that she wants others to think she's easy to bully.
Although it was a bit embarrassing, she had been living a difficult life in this way.
Life at home has become better now, but the problems that could have been developed have long since been undone.
And in the eyes of the children in the village, she became a pitiful little girl who could be bullied at will.
Wei Lianhua thought about various reasons why Wang Yilin would be bullied.
But she didn't expect that the truth was even more unreliable than what she imagined.
Staring seriously into Wang Yilin's eyes, Wei Lianhua suddenly said, "If you were given a chance, would you beat those children?"
Wang Yilin shook his head seriously, "I don't know how."
This time, before Wei Lianhua could ask why, Wang Yilin said directly, "You can't argue with fellow villagers."
Not only does it hurt feelings, it also hurts things.
Wei Lianhua's face trembled, she seemed to understand what this kid meant.
You can do anything to people who don't know you outside.
But once someone you know is around, you have to quickly pretend to be weak.
In order to set up a character for yourself in a timely manner...??.
This kid
This clever and upright attitude seemed to follow her!
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Wang Yilin looked like herself. Wei Lianhua turned around and picked up a pink stick from the corner of the table, "Take this, I will show you what a real man should do tomorrow."
Wang Yilin blinked, subconsciously took the stick, then raised his head and looked at her mother, "It's not good to hit people."
Why does her mother always like to take action so much? Why not use it when there is a better way of action?
Wei Lianhua stretched out her hand and scratched the back of her head, "What's wrong? They bully you. Aren't you angry in your heart?"
Wang Yilin let out a deep breath, "It's just a few words. We have a lot of family members today, otherwise we may have saved food for the evening."
She never holds grudges. Those who bully her will either suffer financially or physically, and they won't be able to live a single night anyway.
If she is that stingy, she won't be afraid, as long as she runs away crying every time she sees him.
After a few times, even the most shameless person couldn't bear the strange looks from others, so he took out his things obediently.
Wang Yilin has no guilt at all for doing such a thing.
If she hadn't heard the adults at home talking about her so much, how could the child have thought of laughing at her like that?
After all, it's not a good thing.
Not wanting to continue this topic, Wang Yilin pointed to the painting in the corner, "Mom, what are you going to do with this thing?"
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no way
, she really can't say this thing is a painting without conscience.
Not feeling that Wang Yilin was changing the subject, Wei Lianhua turned to look at the painting, and then grinned with satisfaction, "How much do you think this painting is worth?"
Wang Yilin glanced at the painting again, and his body was immediately covered with goosebumps.
If she saw this thing while collecting garbage, she might discuss with the owner and ask them to pay 20 cents to help them throw this thing into the garbage dump.
But she couldn't tell her mother such a thing.
After estimating the price of the frame and watercolors, Wang Yilin gave a fair price of "RMB 65 cents!"
There really can't be any more. Maybe this piece of cloth can be used as a patch after washing.
Wei Lianhua's eyes suddenly opened wide, and her voice sounded like someone was strangling her, "I sold those two paintings for 400,000 yuan yesterday!"
Although there is still an IOU of 100,000 yuan, it is still 400,000 yuan.
Looking at her mother's ferocious face, Wang Yilin ""
Are you sure what you bought is a painting?
When I heard Wei Lianhua scratching her neck and shouting that two of her paintings could be sold for 400,000 yuan.
The guardians outside the door exchanged glances with each other. It is really sad that such a genius actually wants to be a painter in order to make money.
What makes them even more sad is that there is nothing they can do about it.
Such a shield, such a speeding car
I really want it!
Wei Lianhua walked anxiously around the room and suddenly took the pink stick in Wang Yilin's hand and asked, "How much do you think this thing is worth?"
It seems that we still have to sell paintings and give away weapons.
Wang Yilin looked at the stick with a professional eye, "Is it made of iron? If so, it costs 40 cents per pound."
I have been called a salted fish so many times that I suddenly realized that I really seem to be a salted fish.
