The Heroine Took the Villain Script Chapter 365

Chapter 365 My sister was born again (9)

Sweet! !

She, did she faint again?

He mother Tian Shumin was so flustered that he ran to his daughter's bedroom quickly.

Boom!

Tian Shumin directly pushed the door open, the door panel hit the wall, and bounced back, almost hitting her forehead.

Tian Shumin didn't care about this, pushed her shoulder hard, slammed open the door, and rushed into the room.

No one on the ground!

There is no one on the bed.

Wait, Tiantian seems to be sitting by the window, staring at something outside.

Tian Shumin's heart suddenly hung up, Tian Tian, Tian Tian will not miss it.

Although their house is only on the third floor, the window sill is about ten meters away from the ground.

If you jump down and do another big head down, your life will be gone.

Tian Shumin opened her mouth and wanted to shout, but she was afraid of frightening her daughters. Even if Tiantian didn't intend to commit suicide, she might be frightened and fall.

Tian Shumin swallowed hard and spit, walked carefully to the window, stretched out her hand to hold her little girl's arm, and then settled a little bit.

caught it!

Grabbed Tiantian's arm, so that, even if there was an accident, she could hold her daughter in the first place.

As soon as he thinks of "accident", Tian Shumin's hands can't help but increase their strength, as if her daughter will fall out of the window in the next second.

Instinctively, she just wanted to catch her daughter and use all her strength to save her.

"Hiss!" He Tiantian in a daze, suddenly exhaled in pain.

The pain in her arm also made her completely awake.

He Tiantian first looked at the "murder weapon" that caused her pain, uh, a slightly wet hand.

His eyes moved smoothly, and finally landed on Tian Shumin's face.

He Tiantian looked at her mother in panic with some stunned expression, blurted out, "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Tian Shumin heard her daughter speak, but became even more worried.

Because she discovered that her current daughter is dull and dull, not at all clever and lively as usual.

"Tiantian, are you okay?"

Tian Shumin suppressed the panic and worry in her heart, and tried her best to say in a gentle voice, "Why is there nothing? What are you doing in the room by yourself?"

He Tiantian seems to have not woken up yet, but just answers the question by instinct, "It's okay! I'm painting."

Painting is a quiet job, and she will definitely not make too many noises.

"Draw a picture? Then why don't you go and sit there, but run to the window? Also, the window is still open?"

October, although the temperature hasn't cooled yet, it's not as hot as it was in summer.

Open windows during the day for ventilation. In the evening, you basically need to close the windows to prevent the temperature in the room from being too low.

But it's almost six o'clock now, it's time to close the window and draw the curtains.

As a result, her daughter not only opened all the windows, but also sat directly on the window sill.

It looks like a painting? It is clearly--

Tian Shumin didn't even want to think of the words committing suicide by jumping off the building.

"Oh, you said this!"

He Tiantian seemed to finally wake up, she pointed to a bird's nest on the treetop outside the window, "Mom, look, there is a bird's nest there, and there are a few birds in the bird's nest—"

Tian Shumin was unclear, but he still followed He Tiantian's fingers to look at it.

Their house is on the third floor, and a few trees are planted in front of the building. Looking through the window of He Tiantian's bedroom, you can just see the treetops of the big tree.

On the top of one of the big trees, there is a simple bird's nest.

is built by the bird itself with branches and grass stems.

Usually when Tian Shumin cleaned up the room for her daughter, she would hear the sounds of birds outside, but she never noticed that such a bird's nest was returned.

But, even if there is a bird's nest, what does this thing have to do with painting?

and many more!

Tian Shumin seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly lowered her head to look at the drawing board in He Tiantian's hand.

A piece of sketching paper was placed on the drawing board, and a tree branch was drawn impressively on the white page. There was a bird's nest on the tree branch, and the edge of the bird's nest revealed several small hairy heads.

"Tiantian, did you paint this?"

Tian Shumin's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the painting in disbelief.

Gosh, her sweet paintings are really good.

Tian Shumin This is not wearing a mother-in-law filter, but an exclamation from the heart.

She doesn't know any art, but she can watch it.

Look at her sweet paintings, the bird's nest, the branches, and the little heads.

is just a few simple lines, but the outlines are vivid, like they were taken with a camera.

However, it's true to life, but it feels a little bit different than the photo.

Perhaps, it is also called artistry!

Anyway, Tian Shumin just thinks her family's sweet paintings are good.

"Yes, I painted it. I haven't touched the pen for a long time, and my hands are a little damp. The painting is not very good, but I finally found some feeling!"

He Tiantian is definitely not Versailles, but telling the truth.

Suddenly she has superb painting skills, whether it is drawing, watercolor or oil painting, all of them have reached a certain level.

But she has never actually practiced this body itself.

When she first got the pencil, she was a little uncomfortable.

I still drew a few strokes and wasted two pieces of paper, which gave me a feeling.

"Oh, it's been a long time to be able to draw at such a level, it's already very powerful!"

Tian Shumin was very excited and kept praising her.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and ran to the door of the room and shouted in her voice: "Lao He, Lao He, come here quickly. Take a look at our girl's paintings!"

He father He Guotai, also almost slept.

Usually taking a nap, he certainly won't sleep for such a long time.

But for the past week, leaning in the hospital every day, I was exhausted.

Drank another wine at noon today, tired + alcohol, He Guotai fell asleep deeply.

opened his eyes and found that the room was already dark.

He Guotai was about to get up when he heard the loud voice of his wife.

"coming!"

He Guotai, who was still a bit stunned at first, woke up in an instant. As he put on his clothes, he also shouted: "Wife, what's the matter?"

"Come on, we Tiantian really have a talent for painting! My God, her paintings are so good!"

Across a long distance, I heard Tian Shumin's excited voice.

He Guotai's heart moved, he quickened his pace, and walked to the little daughter's bedroom in three steps and two steps.

"What painting? Let's paint sweetly?"

He Guotai leaned forward and stretched his neck to look at the sketch on the drawing board.

"Oh, this is a bird's nest, right? There are birds in it?"

He Guotai is also an ordinary citizen. He has never attended a university, let alone an artistic accomplishment.

When the little girl said she wanted to paint, she took the time to go home and rest. He used the computer at home to search on the Internet.

Anyway, some of the paintings he saw on the Internet thought it was good, but there were still some crooked, inhuman and inhuman things that he really couldn't appreciate.

To say that you are not afraid of being arrogant, He Guotai believes that the things drawn by the so-called world-renowned painters are not as good as the pencil drawings painted by his sweet home.

At least, He Guotai can recognize what it is at a glance.

No need for others to explain to him what ingenious ideas and artistic connotations are in it, he can understand it with his own eyes!

"Yes, that's the bird's nest outside our window--"

Tian Shumin excitedly pointed to the branches outside the window, and wanted to explain to her husband the origin of the painting.

But, speaking of "outside the window", Tian Shumin suddenly remembered what was going on.

She hurriedly turned her head to look at He Tiantian, puzzled and anxious, "Tiantian, you paint as long as you paint, what did you just sit by the window in a daze?"

Yes, why did she forget this?

Because the girl was sitting on the window in a daze, half of her body was almost out of the room, Tian Shumin mistakenly thought that her girl couldn't think about it.

"Oh, you said this!"

He Tiantian said casually, “I drew and painted, and suddenly felt that the colors and textures of the leaves are very interesting!”

“Also, when I first discovered it, the sky was still dark, and the orange-red sunlight shone down, casting a very strange light and shadow under the leaves.”

"In the light and shadow, the color and texture of the leaves seem to be different. It seems to have a three-dimensional feeling..."

He Tiantian said as she said, she turned her eyes out of the window again.

Now it's dark outside, there is no sunshine, but there is an extra layer of moonlight.

And under this soft white light, the leaves seem to be different again.

He Tiantian stared in awe, as if to see through every chlorophyll of those leaves.

He Guotai & Tian Shumin:……

The couple looked at their daughter in astonishment. They said it was clouded with mist. Why did they start to be in a daze now?

Tian Shumin once again saw the appearance of the little boudoir goddess Youtianwai, and her heart jumped fiercely.

She looked at her husband like asking for help, not daring to speak loudly, fearing that she would be disturbed by her daughter, so she could only use an exaggerated mouth shape and silently said: "Husband, what should I do?"

Girl like this, is it silly to paint?

How did you become nagging and stunned?

He Guotai is also blinded, how does he know what to do?

However, he is the man in the family, the pillar of the pillar, and he must be on top when it is critical.

He Guotai's eyes brightened, there is it!

He made a gesture to Tian Shumin, which means: look at Tiantian first, and I will find a way!

Tian Shumin understood in seconds, nodded desperately, and waved his hand quickly: Go! Go!

He Guotai did not dare to delay, hurried to the living room, picked up the landline and called He Tianxin.

"Xinxin, what painter you mentioned at noon, do you have contact information?"

"Is that Teacher Qin Song?"

He Tianxin was startled, and quickly thought of the words she had said at noon.

However, she didn't know what was happening at home, and thought that her father was anxious and wanted to find a good art teacher for He Tiantian as soon as possible.

"Yes, yes, this is Teacher Qin!"

Where does He Guotai remember Teacher Qin Song? He just wanted to find a professional painter to ask.

"..." He Tianxin thought for a while, and said, "Dad, let me call my senior sister first."

"Okay! Hurry up!"

He Guotai anxiously urged.

He Tianxin:...

I didn't want to puncture He Tiantian's lie so quickly, but the situation does not allow it, so I really can't blame her.

He Tianxin mumbled silently in her heart, and then called the senior sister's phone number, which was copied in advance.

After the call was connected, He Tianxin stated her identity, and then said that her sister wanted to study art and hoped to consult with professionals like Qin Song.

Senior sister is also very kind to her alumni.

It is a big taboo to go over the training institution and directly contact the teacher in the class.

However, since she was a junior girl from the same school, the senior sister gave He Tianxin a contact method.

He Tianxin hurriedly told He Guotai this number.

He Guotai is in a hurry.

The little girl in the room is still in a daze at the dark window.

Oh, like that, it makes people feel flustered when they look at it.

Getting the painter's phone number, He Guotai dialed it without any hesitation.

The phone rang a few times and was connected. His voice was a gentle and gentle male voice. He sounded quite young, about thirty years old.

"Hey, is it Mr. Qin. I, I have a daughter who likes to draw very much. Today I drew a pencil drawing by myself at home, and started to stay away as soon as I drew..."

He Guotai confided in He Tiantian's situation, "Teacher Qin, you are an expert. You said my daughter's situation is abnormal?"

Qin Song: ...I am a painter, not a doctor.

Your daughter is in a daze. If you think it is abnormal, you should go to the hospital quickly.

Call me--

and many more!

A thought flashed in Qin Song's mind, and he asked, “This parent, how is your child painting? Do you like painting very much?”

"Oh, Teacher Qin, my girl is doing a good job. Although I don't understand it, she just looks good!"

He Guotai was anxious, but when he mentioned his daughter's “painting skills”, he instantly became energetic, eloquently boasting.

Qin Song is a little curious.

As a graduate student of the S Art Oil Painting Department, he has spent more than 20 years painting, and there was a time of "Epiphany".

And their epiphany and inspiration, in the eyes of outsiders, is an abnormal nerve.

It's just that an ordinary high school student would have such a chance?

Qin Song happens to be doing business near the community where the He family is located, and he is relatively leisurely these days, and is preparing to find inspiration for the next work.

Having a hot head, he promised to visit He's house.

Half an hour later, Qin Song came to the He's house, but found that the high school girl did not continue to be in a daze, but was holding a drawing board and painting something.

Qin Song took a closer look and couldn't help being a little surprised.

Hiss!

The kid's sketch is very good.

Qin Song's sketches are very good, absolutely expert.

And among the experts, there is no need to say too much, as long as the other party draws a line, you can see the other party's skills.

"This is the first work of our Tiantian painting, this is the second..."

Tian Shumin carefully handed a few sketch papers to Qin Song.

The first one is a bit jerky and should be practicing.

The second photo is much better, and the standard has reached the level of a professional art student.

The third picture, fucking, has made such a big improvement, and the shadows and layout are well controlled.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Qin Song still felt that the other party was better than himself.

With this skill, it is enough to go directly to an art school as a teacher.

And what really astounds Qin Song is this terrible talent-one picture is better than one picture, the improvement visible to the naked eye, or the kind of flying improvement!

genius!

Have a talent against the sky!

　 What, the stupid author does not understand art at all, the relevant content in the article depends on the phenomenon of the mother and the people, just watch the excitement! (#^.^#)

(End of this chapter)

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