Hu Meizi

55.

Ever since he learned about the relationship between Sun Du and his lover Guo Qimin, Professor Li became more and more interested in teaching Sun Du.It's not that he wasn't serious in the past, but he observed that Sun Du became more and more careful about the paintings. In the past, Professor Li had a good idea and taught classes step by step. Now he can't wait to feed Sun Du back to fat in one class.

Sun Du is also obedient, he will learn whatever Professor Li teaches.

"I said you want to draw characters?" Professor Li shook his hands and pointed at the newspaper, "But I have no inspiration. I don't know how to draw vividly?"

Sun Du nodded. He didn't like copying and drawing characters like photos, which always made him feel restrained, boring and rigid.His talent happens to be expressing his emotions and ideas, which is why his paintings are extremely contagious, and the reason why he can always deeply understand the emotions behind other people's paintings.

Professor Li took off his presbyopic glasses and pondered for a while, "And you, your paintings are the most aura. You are the one I have met over the years. It can be said that you are the best at conveying ideas."

Professor Li looked at the smiling Sun Du, and changed the subject, "This kind, it can be said to be good. But you draw, I can see that it is hard to avoid both form and spirit. A carnation, people are obviously Pink, no matter how bad you are, you should use a few light blues to suppress warm colors, but you use dark purple instead. It looks good when drawn, and it can feel your mood, but this is too far from the objective object - this way of changing The intensity is too great, the artist’s colors in the painting are too heavy, it’s not good.”

Sun Du listened respectfully and nodded from time to time. Indeed, he also felt that he had such a problem.Teacher Guo also mentioned his problem before, but he was young and frivolous, and felt that he was good at it, and those who couldn't appreciate it were blind, so he never cared about it.

"Then what should we do?" Sun Du pouted slightly, "I can't think of anything that can set off his background, or something else."

Professor Li closed his eyes and thought about it. He traveled all over the world for so many years, and the people he met knew not only tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands, there were still some.

"Your talent is a kind of agility," Professor Li said recalling Sun Du's paintings, "Your coloring is very bold and reckless... I think this is a natural feeling."

"Maybe you have to stay in nature, maybe you will have some insights." Professor Li waved his hand after finishing speaking, "But inspiration is very mysterious, and some people can't get it back after half a lifetime. I feel that some people have a flash of inspiration after taking a shit and washing their hands. I have a student like this. The painting he handed in for graduation is himself looking at the sun in the sky. That painting is really good. Some people pursue hope , Dreams, this feeling. I asked him how he wanted to paint? He told me that when he was constipated, he was in pain and had nothing to do, so he took a pen and drew on a napkin, and it was brewed..."

"Oh, it's too far away," Professor Li withdrew his angry expression, patted his forehead, looked at Sun Du and said, "I just said it casually, it might not work."

Sun Du couldn't help smiling when he heard the childish jealousy and complaints in front of Professor Li.

Thinking of the word "natural", he also thought about it.

"I know, I'm sorry to trouble you." Sun Du smiled and lowered his head to pack his things.

Professor Li told Sun Du to be careful on the road, then lay back on the rocking chair beside him, put on reading glasses and continued to read the newspaper.

Sun Du packed up the painting utensils and washed his hands in the washing pool. Pigment spots of different colors melted in the rinsing water, blending together bit by bit, and finally dissociated from Sun Du's white and tender hands.

Inside the room came the sound of Professor Li babbling along with the Sichuan opera on the phonograph. Sun Du walked out the door. The sun was shining outside, and the flowers and plants that Professor Li watered from time to time were growing just right.

It is a vibrant look.

Sun Du squinted his eyes, and walked to the car parked at the gate of the mansion.

nature?The weather is so nice, he kind of wants to go climbing.

Sun Du didn't tell Wu Moqing that Xie Tang found a teacher for him, and he was painting again.Painting and the past are too heavy topics for them.After finally crawling out of the quagmire, no one would want to look back at their rotting legs in the quagmire.

Wu Moqing seemed to have something to say to Sun Du. He had been wanting to make a video call with him for the past few days, but he just happened to miss something. Now he happened to have time on the way back to the capital, so he could make a call.Before Zhao Quan's birthday, he hadn't seen Wu Moqing for a few weeks.

Sun Du got into the car and smiled at the driver.He put on the earphones, took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat to send a video invitation to Wu Moqing under the embarrassing smile of the other party.

Not long after, Wu Moqing's pretty face appeared on the screen of Sun Du's mobile phone.

She was wearing a cotton warm yellow long-sleeved pajamas, without any jewelry on her neck, hands or ears, and she looked very homely.Wu Moqing didn't wear any makeup on her face either, and now some traces of the years appeared on her face.A woman in her early forties is not considered young.It's just that she is a young lady, and her mature and graceful charm will never disappear.

"Dudu—you finally remembered to call me?" Wu Moqing teased, "What have you been up to lately? Don't you want to call me anymore?"

Sun Du laughed and teased her, "Looking for you? Why are you looking for me? I'm such a winless person? You and my dad, you and me, I'll be a light bulb?"

"Fuck you," Wu Moqing scolded with a smile, "Give it back to your father, I don't think you have the guts to shout in front of Zhao Quanquan—you call me and ask him to wrap you a big red envelope!"

That's really not dare, Zhao Quan marries his mother because he loves his mother, whether he wants to have more adopted children is another matter.

"Then I won't call him," Sun Du said, "Okay, I know what you mean, I can call him 'your husband' in private, okay? Mrs. Zhao?"

"...It's not big or small!" Wu Moqing muttered, but she couldn't help but smile, "Let me tell you something..."

She leaned close to the phone, as if she was about to whisper something.Sun Du also leaned forward slightly, pretending to be listening attentively.

"In the past few weeks, I've always had a bad appetite, I can't sleep well, I smell greasy and my stomach feels nauseous," Wu Moqing looked at Sun Du and said, "I thought I was catching a cold, and I wanted to go to the hospital to prescribe some medicine... ..."

Sun Du frowned, and almost blurted out asking if he was sick?But seeing the look of joy on Wu Moqing's face, she could only suppress her temper and listen.

"As a result—you know what—" Wu Mo raised his eyebrows with joy, "I'm pregnant!"

"!!!!" Sun Du's eyes widened in shock, and then he frowned again, "Mom, you are not young, why are you still pregnant? Doesn't Uncle Zhao take contraceptive measures?"

It's all right now, I don't call you father or husband anymore, I just call you Uncle Zhao.It is conceivable that Sun Du was a little dissatisfied.

"Hi," Wu Moqing waved her hand, she lowered her head shyly and fiddled with the hair hanging on her chest, "I won't talk about this kind of thing...interest, interest..." Then she turned her face, somewhat Seriously, "Sun Du, don't you like your younger siblings? Tell me directly."

Looking at the appearance of the little woman in front of Wu Moqing, Sun Du knew that he had misunderstood. It seemed that Zhao Quan was still reliable.Hearing Wu Moqing's tentative words, he smiled again, "How can I? It's too late for me to be happy! Am I the kind of person with a small belly? This is a big deal, did you tell your husband?"

"Oh, I also take it lightly. This kind of thing is fate..." Wu Moqing sighed and said, "You also know that I am an advanced mother now... I think I will take a look in a few weeks. It's only the second week...it's a little bit more stable, it's not too late to tell you Uncle Zhao, if it's not stable...it can only be called fate..."

Sun Du nodded and comforted, "It's okay, Mom, this baby will be safe—I'll save money right now, and buy a house for my younger siblings in a key high school nearby, so that they can study well in the future."

Wu Moqing let go of the serious expression on her face, and smiled again, "You...you can make me happy..."

"Then what have you been doing recently?" Wu Moqing asked with a blink of an eye.

Thinking that Wu Moqing's pregnancy would be unbearable, Sun Du decided not to mention that he was painting again. It was really unnecessary to bring up those bad memories.So he laughed and said, "What can I do? You still don't know your son? Isn't it just eating, drinking and wandering around?"

Wu Moqing scolded him, "You - it's time to find someone to settle down! Not to mention how long you will be tied up for a lifetime... At least, you have to find someone to try for a long time to fall in love... ..."

According to the past, Sun Du would pass by with a hippie smile on his face.

This time he was a little dazed, and didn't say anything stupid in order to get away with it.

"Mom—the one who should come will come." Sun Du said with a smile.