Longing for the Art of Life King

However, at this moment, countless vines spread from all sides of the cliff, and the broken stones were tightly wrapped by the vines. The originally precarious cliff became extremely firm in an instant.

The vines slowly grew taller and bigger, and after a while, a towering tree appeared above her head.

Since then...

The heavy rain, blocked by the big tree, only a few drops of water that occasionally dripped, nourishing her roots; Covered, only to drag through the familiar mottled, strong her soul.

When the birds came, the tree waved its branches to drive her away; when the jackals came, the tree bent down to cover her; when it was free, it sang and sang for her, and when it was busy, it worried about her.

She always asks Dashu: "Dashu, Dashu, why are you so nice to me"?

The big tree always replied: "Because you are a little grass!"

She is also always puzzled: "But why does the big tree treat the little grass well?"

The big tree always replied: "Because you have to be nice to the little grass, so you have to be nice to the little grass!"

......

Until one day, a group of people drove a car, carried axes and saws to the cliff. Xiaocao heard that they were going to build a bungee jumping place here. Xiaocao didn’t know what bungee jumping was, but she heard that this group of people A man has to saw down a big tree.

On the day when they started construction, Xiaocao became anxious, cried, and angry. She fought hard, screamed hard, and struggled crazily, but found that she was just a grass, and one could only stand in place. Looking up at the big tree, the powerless grass.

This sense of powerlessness reminded her of that stormy night, the night when the cliff was broken, and the night when the gravel was flying.

Chapter 31 Reba's Fairy Tales (First update, please collect!) -->>(page 1/2), please click the next page to continue reading.This sense of powerlessness reminded her of that stormy night, the night when the cliff was broken, and the night when the gravel was flying.

As a result, Xiaocao saw the scene in front of him quickly reverse, and everything was like a dream, spinning and chaotic, slowly disappearing in front of her eyes.

Then......

Lightning, thunder, strong wind, heavy rain, cracked cliffs, gravel, that night, she came back.

But this time, the big tree did not appear.

But Xiaocao's heart was unusually calm.

. . . . . .

Su Yang's sketch is a bit difficult to draw.

why?

Because she found that Reba was a little dishonest when she was sleeping.

Sometimes I frowned, sometimes I grinned and smiled, and occasionally I smacked my mouth, I don't know what delicious food I ate.

But Su Yang finally got it done.

Reba in the painting is lying on the table, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of her mouth, very light but beautiful.

A little messy hair covered a little of the girl's face, but it didn't look messy at all, but added a hint of hazy beauty.

When the painting was completed, a large group of program staff had surrounded Su Yang.

Everyone looked at the painting, then at Su Yang, then at Reba, with incredible expressions on their faces:

"To be reasonable, why do I think paintings are more beautiful than people?"

"Nonsense, you are complaining about Su Yang's poor painting."

"I'm not saying it's bad, it's great."

"The main thing is that it's too artistic, this painter is absolutely amazing!"

Compared with the laymen who watched the excitement, many artists in the program group really admired them to the point of embarrassment:

"This painting, whether it is structure, layers, virtual or real, has been done so well."

"Moreover, the most powerful thing is not this, but the hazy beauty revealed by the whole painting, which is simply amazing."

"I feel that the professors in my Academy of Fine Arts are not as good at painting as he is!"

"Su Yang said that he is a master at painting, not bragging."

"I feel that my painting career of more than 30 years has been painted on dogs."

"Amazing, awesome, big brother, true Wushuang big boss!"

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PS: This chapter is written with a lot of feeling, how do you feel?

Text Chapter 32 Draw a picture for you (the second update, please collect it!)

slice inside.

Yesterday was the beginning of the whole program, and it was also an experiment.

After yesterday, everyone has some initial experience, this day is just for everyone to relax.

For this reason, the program team also rewarded them with a bottle of whiskey with ice.

Three rounds of wine.

Su Yang suddenly said to Teacher He: "Old He, come with me, I have something to talk to you about."

"Ok?"