Grandma Sun was surprised by these words: "You haven't even passed the college entrance examination and you can still draw?"
"I didn't get into college because of my poor grades. Is there any inevitable connection between whether I can draw or not?" Luo Sui'an still found this strange. I wonder if art students don't take cultural classes.
Grandma Sun didn’t believe it: “You draw a picture in front of me and I’ll take a look.”
Just paint. She originally wanted to paint, but when she heard this, she joked: "Then I have to turn on all the lights in the living room, otherwise the light will be too dark to see clearly."
"Let's go. If you draw like a dog eating shit, you won't have breakfast tomorrow." Grandma Sun was a rare generous person.
"What if I draw well?" Luo Suian asked.
Grandma Sun hummed: "Well done, I'll make egg noodles for you tomorrow morning and make two eggs."
"I want to eat two more buns." Luo Sui'an increased the price.
Grandma Sun said angrily: "I'm not afraid of dying."
This is a promise.
Luo Sui'an happily opened the box and took out the painting tools one by one.
The dining table was commandeered by her, and she began to grind, mix colors, wash pens, and cut paper. Seeing her familiar look, Grandma Sun believed her.
Finally finishing the preparations, Luo Sui'an laid a felt on the table and rice paper, and started painting.
Grandma Sun was not idle either. The old god was peeling corn kernels. She planned to cook corn porridge tomorrow morning. She didn’t like to cut it, so she liked to peel it one by one with her hands. The peeling was not that good.
Eating is mainly to pass the time.
She was shucking corn, and Luo Suian was painting. The living room was very quiet for a while.
In the end, Grandma Sun peeled the corn kernels first. She took them to the kitchen, cleaned the corn kernels and put them in the refrigerator. She wiped her hands and came out. Luo Sui'an also put down his pen and was rubbing his wrist.
She wears a black wristband on her wrist. Grandma Sun has never seen her take it off since she moved in. She is not someone who likes to inquire about other people's private affairs. She just pretends not to see it and has never asked her why she doesn't even take it off to wash her hands.
Wrist guards.
Everyone has secrets, and she doesn't want others to pry into her secrets, let alone others.
"Is the painting done?" Grandma Sun came over.
Luo Sui'an stood up and made way for her: "The painting is done, please take a look at it."
Grandma Sun stood over politely and was stunned when she took a quick look.
The paper as long as the table was filled to the brim, and the scene on the painting was very familiar to her. She had seen it for decades, and it was the scene in front of her home.
The mountains in the distance are green mountains, the trees on the mountains are green trees, the grass nearby is green grass, and the wild flowers on the grass are colorful. Her old house is also in the painting, and even she is in the painting. She is lying in the yard.
Sitting on a wicker chair, she looked into the distance. The setting sun gave her a layer of soft light. She did not look twilight at all, but had a peaceful beauty.
Grandma Sun thought that she had been a great beauty when she was young, and that her beauty had been depleted by ups and downs throughout her life. She even disliked the wrinkles on her face, but for the first time she discovered that she had wrinkles.
Not that ugly.
"How about it? Is this painting worth a bowl of egg noodles with two eggs and two meat buns?" Luo Sui'an was very satisfied. She also didn't expect that she hadn't painted in two years, and she didn't have any skills at all. She seemed to be painting.
Painting is engraved in the bones and blood, just like eating and sleeping, it is an instinct.
Grandma Sun came to her senses. No matter how mean she was, she couldn't tell lies with her eyes open. She nodded: "The painting is okay."
Luo Sui'an was very good at climbing up the pole: "Then this painting is for you. Don't think it's a famous painting."
Grandma Sun said, "What do I need this painting for?"
"Hang it on the wall. Look, there isn't even a decorative painting in the house. If you hang it on the wall, it won't add much color." Luo Sui'an pointed at the big white wall and said.
Grandma Sun hesitated for a while before reluctantly saying: "Okay."
Luo Sui'an suppressed a smile and packed up the painting tools, then took the brush washer and palette to clean it: "Put this painting away for a while and then put it away tomorrow until the paint is dry."
Grandma Sun snorted: "Why am I in such a hurry?"
After humming, he proudly returned to his room.
Luo Sui'an couldn't hold back his laughter after all. The arrogant old lady was quite cute sometimes.