Not only did he take off the ring, but he also had to take back his painting tools.

That was the antique he bought at the auction house for hundreds of thousands.

It cost tens of thousands of yuan to ask the carving master to create a border specially.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is the most proud treasure he is, a symbol of his identity, and he must definitely get it back.

Thinking that he would face Wei Lianhua again tomorrow, Albert took a deep breath and took the painting left by Wei Lianhua again.

The teacher once said that every student has something to offer.

Discovering highlights in their works and then helping students find a path that suits their development is a job that an excellent teacher must complete.

Even if it is just a small color point, it may become the key to whether a student can succeed.

Albert is a very proud person who must do his best no matter what he does.

In order to prove that he has the potential to become a top teacher, Albert suppressed the urge to vomit blood.

Pick up the painting that made him look eye-catching again and observe it little by little

Five minutes later, Albert threw the painting aside, he lost, he was not a good teacher.

Painting can well express a person's inner world.

Judging from this painting, the woman should not draw, killing and setting fire may be more suitable for the person's dark heart.

No, judging from this painting, it is really a pity for the woman not to destroy the world.

After dinner, Wang Yilin kept wandering outside Wei Lianhua's gate, but he was reluctant to go in.

She felt that her mother should be doing something very important.

Hearing the sound outside the door, Wei Lianhua finally spoke out, "Do you bring food?"

I really think she was in vain!

Wang Yilin grinned and turned around and went to the kitchen to get a cake

Then he walked straight into the room and stuffed the pancake into Wei Lianhua's mouth, "What are you painting!"

Wei Lianhua looked at Wang Yilin with her head tilted and her eyes squinted, and she still explained "art."

She is creating her own art kingdom.

Wang Yilin glanced at the picture frame and subconsciously took a breath, "This is"<

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Except for the old man, there are all kinds of watercolors with distinct colors around them, without any smudges or excessive color.

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All colors are pasted on the frame like dog skin plaster.

Because the edges are not applied properly, the pigment has sagging.

The pigment flows through the simple drawing of the old man's head, eyes, and corners of his mouth.

The simple drawings in the middle of the canvas are more enchanting.

Wang Yilin subconsciously opened his face. This is a horrible art that makes people dare not take a look at it again.

She even had an illusion that the old man in the painting would jump out of the frame at any time to bite people.

Maybe that's not an illusion

What did her mother draw?

Aware of Wang Yilin's doubts, Wei Lianhua introduced very calmly, "This is Lao Ding."

She had just analyzed Albert's words and found that the one she was best at was this old man.

This old Ding head can not only draw in front, but also draw in the opposite direction, or even draw in the opposite direction.

And there is absolutely no malfunction.

But seeing Wang Yilin's shocked eyes, Wei Lianhua felt a heavy feeling of powerlessness.

This is the sadness 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 when she got into this team that didn't understand art.

Wei Lianhua felt distressed and wanted to hug herself, while Wang Yilin also wanted to hug herself.

She had heard of a rumor about old Ding.

But she didn't expect that after the old Ding's head was colored, it would actually cause such a terrifying effect.

She didn't like how her mother painted it, but she would never look at the painting for 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 the eyes seemed to be moving with her movements.

After taking a few deep breaths, Wang Yilin finally successfully walked to the back of the frame.

But what made her creepy was that her actions did not avoid the sight of the old man simply drawing.

On the contrary, she actually felt that the old man was staring at her through the drawing board. .??.

With a shrunk, Wang Yilin leaned against Wei Lianhua, "Mom, why did you make this for me!"

While speaking, Wang Yilin delivered his hand to Wei Lianhua.

Before, she only thought that this was a ring her mother picked up from somewhere.

But I didn't expect that it was such a powerful thing.

After the initial fear and helplessness, Wang Yilin began to feel the benefits of this ring.

Thinking of the teacher who was beaten away by the shield, Wang Yilin's heart pounded wildly.

If she had this thing on her hand that night

Wang Yilin blinked her eyes and of course she knew why her mother made this thing for her, but she just wanted to hear her.

She likes to be cared for by her mother.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Wei Lianhua reply, "Why else can you? When you encounter danger in the future, you can raise your shield and slap him to death."

The shield looked lightweight, but in fact, she used about five hundred kilograms of parts.

The shield is connected to Wang Yilin's hands, and Wang Yilin can move the shield as he wants as he uses his own hands.

But for outsiders, that is a real five hundred pounds.

Moreover, when the shield is opened, it will produce a huge impact.

Can effectively block others' close attacks.

This fool-like defense

The imperial tool is just right for a weak chicken like Wang Yilin who has no combat power.

When you meet a bad guy, go down with a shield.

Even if the other party does not die, at least hemiplegia and cannot take care of himself.

But don't ask her why she made this thing, because she doesn't know either.

Everything seems to be imprinted in the mind, and the body has its own consciousness.

It seems that when I raise my hand and come back to my senses, I have already spun a bunch of them around me.

Therefore, it is understandable to Wang Yilin.

After all, Wang Yilin is too weak. If he dies one day, this shield can be used as a tombstone for her.

Wang Yilin didn't know yet that his mother had already thought about her afterlife.

She lowered her head and looked at the ring on her hand, and her eyes were filled with heat. "Mom, you are so good."

Since her mother woke up, she has become a crying person.

She was spoiled by her mother every day, and happiness came too much and too fast, so she couldn't bear it anymore.

She was really afraid that what happened now would be a dream.

What if she wakes up from this dream and has nothing to do with her.

Then, she will go crazy.

Wang Yilin lowered her head and looked at the ring in her hand. She was really afraid.

At this moment, Wei Lianhua said again, "You use this thing well, don't die, I'm still waiting for you to be a cow and a horse!"

Wang Yilin's expression froze, and the tears that were originally rolling in his eyes instantly rushed back.

When he raised his head again, Wang Yilin stared at Wei Lianhua with a dead fish-like look, "Mom, it's all my fault. I haven't taught you a class recently. So tonight, let's add more classes!"

Two hours later, Wang Yilin left her mother's house with satisfaction.

The only thing left was Wei Lianhua, who was dying and leaning on the bed.

Come on, hurt each other!

Chapter 2698 My sister-in-law’s artistic life

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