All the colors stick to the frame like dog-skin plaster.
Because the edges were not properly applied, the paint sank.
The paint flows through the old man's head, eyes, and mouth.
The simple drawing of the old man in the middle of the canvas is made more eye-catching.
Wang Yilin subconsciously turned his face away. This is a kind of terrifying art that makes people dare not take a second look.
She even had the illusion that the old man in the painting would jump out of the frame and bite someone at any time.
Maybe that's not an illusion
What did her mother draw?
Sensing Wang Yilin's doubts, Wei Lianhua introduced him very calmly, "This is Old Dingtou."
She had just analyzed Albert's words and found that what she was best at was this old man.
This old lady, not only can she draw upright, she can also draw backwards, or even upside down.
And there is absolutely no abnormality in performance.
But seeing Wang Yilin's shocked eyes, Wei Lianhua felt a heavy sense of powerlessness.
This is the tragedy of staying with people who don't understand art.
Lao Te is right, artists are lonely.
The higher you go, the fewer people will understand you.
She felt so wronged to be included in this team that didn't understand art.
Wei Lianhua felt distressed and wanted to hug herself, and Wang Yilin also wanted to hug herself.
She had also heard an old man's jingle,
It's just that she didn't expect that this old man's head could actually create such a horrifying effect after applying color.
She couldn't comment on how well her mother's painting was done, but she would never look at it a second time.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the old man in the painting was staring at her.
The two circles representing eyes seemed to be moving with her movements.
After taking two deep breaths, Wang Yilin finally successfully walked to the back of the frame.
But what made her hair stand on end was that her actions did not avoid the sight of the old stick figure figure.
On the contrary, she actually felt that the old man was staring at her through the drawing board. .??.
Shrinking, Wang Yilin leaned closer to Wei Lianhua, "Mom, why are you doing this for me!"
While talking, Wang Yilin put his hand in front of Wei Lianhua.
Before, she only thought that this was a ring that her mother picked up from somewhere.
But I didn't expect it to be such a powerful thing.
After getting over the initial fear and helplessness, Wang Yilin began to feel the benefits of this ring.
Thinking of the teacher who was knocked away by the shield, Wang Yilin's heart beat wildly.
If she had this thing in her hand that night
Wang Yilin blinked. Of course she knew why her mother made this thing for her, but she just wanted to hear what her mother said.
She likes to be cared for by her mother.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Wei Lianhua reply, "Why else? When you encounter danger in the future, you can raise your shield and shoot him to death."
This shield looks lightweight, but in fact, she uses parts that weigh about five hundred kilograms.
The shield is connected to Wang Yilin's hand, and Wang Yilin can move the shield as he wishes with his own hands.
But to outsiders, it is actually five hundred kilograms.
Moreover, when the shield is opened, it will produce a huge impact.
Can effectively block other people's close attacks.
This kind of fool-proof defense
A royal tool, just suitable for a weakling like Wang Yilin who has no fighting ability at all.
When you encounter a bad guy, go down with a shield.
Even if the other party is not dead, he will at least be paraplegic and unable to take care of himself.
But don't ask her why she does this, because she doesn't know either.
Everything seems to be imprinted in the brain, and the body has its own consciousness.
It seems that as long as you raise your hand, when you come back to your senses, there will already be a pile beside you.
Therefore, it is understandable to give one to Wang Yilin.
After all, Wang Yilin is too weak. If she dies somewhere one day, this shield can serve as a tombstone for her.
Wang Yilin didn't know it yet, but his wife had already planned her funeral arrangements.
She lowered her head and looked at the ring on her hand, her eyes burning. "Mom, you are so kind."
Ever since her mother woke up, she has become a crybaby.
Being pampered by her mother in all kinds of ways every day, happiness came too much and too fast, and she couldn't bear it anymore.
She was really afraid that what was happening now was all a dream.
What if she wakes up from this dream and there is nothing around her.
By then, she will go crazy.
Wang Yilin lowered her head and looked at the ring in her hand. She was really scared.
At this moment, Wei Lianhua said again, "Use this thing well and don't die. I'm still waiting for you to act like a cow and a horse!"
Wang Yilin's expression froze, and the tears that were rolling in his eyes were instantly suppressed.
When he raised his head again, Wang Yilin stared at Wei Lianhua with eyes like a dead fish, "Mom, it's all my fault. I haven't given you classes recently. So let's add extra classes tonight!"
Two hours later, Wang Yilin left her mother's house satisfied.