There were no pencils in the room, or even any sharp objects, to prevent Mr. Boone from injuring himself with sharp objects when he was ill.
The sound could be transmitted from the probe, and Dr. Murray immediately sent pencils and paper, and said with a smile: "Mr. Boone, you look very, very happy. I see that your eyes are brighter than before, right? Because,
Something wonderful has happened to you."
Look, this is a psychiatrist who takes care of the patient's mood all the time and quietly gives the patient psychological hints.
Mr. Boone took the paper and pen and smiled, "Yes sir, I think I am in a good mood. Sorry, I haven't introduced you yet. This beautiful girl is my best friend... Irene's child."
, I even hugged her back then."
Although his thinking seems clear, his speech is inevitably different from that of normal people.
"What a beautiful and generous girl. Well, sir, I think I shouldn't disturb your chat with her. We'll see you later." Merli waved his hand and ended the conversation with Mr. Boone easily. Not only
It did not affect the friendly atmosphere between the two of them at all, and it also made Mr. Boone enjoy chatting with the children of his good friends even more.
He even said to Gu Chen: "This is a very talkative neighbor."
Gu Chen naturally agreed with what he said, "Yes, sir. But you are also a very talkative gentleman. I feel very relaxed talking to you. Moreover, I think you must be very good at painting. If you can, I really want to
I want you to draw a portrait for me too."
Very skillfully, he brought the topic back to painting. Mr. Boone picked up the pen and paused for a moment. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He had forgotten that he had just said that he wanted to paint a picture of a lady.
"Besides you who held Irene's child, who else was there? Can you tell me together? Mr. Boone, I really need your help. I have been looking for everyone who held Irene's child.
, I hope to see them again and want to know more about my...mother, Ms. Irene."
My mother, Gu Chen's speaking speed stopped slightly when he said this, which was an unaccustomed stop.
Mr. Boone needed guidance. The confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he started, with the pencil moving quickly on the white paper.
This is a sketch, which can be completed much faster than an oil painting.
Not many people have held Irene's child. The first one Mr. Boone came out with was Irene. Gu Chen could recognize it at a glance. After drawing the first picture, Mr. Boone habitually kept his own.
The signature, a signature that flows like musical notes, is particularly beautiful.
"Irene, my friend." He put the painting aside and concentrated on moving the painting, seemingly forgetting that there was another person beside him.
It wasn't like it seemed, but it was true. He had indeed forgotten Gu Chen's existence and was instantly immersed in his own painting world.
For a master like Mr. Boone, sketching is a very simple painting. Just draw one stroke at a time and then lightly apply shadows, and a three-dimensional sketch will appear in Gu Chen's eyes.
This is a man with extremely handsome features. Mr. Boone not only painted his spirit, but also his charm.
The sketches that coexist with charm are like being given life, making the men in the paintings come alive.
