Chapter 1075 Painting

After a long silence, Jiang Changxi spoke: "I'm sorry, everyone has different opinions."

"Yes, Ling Hong is actually right. Who wants something like this to happen, but now that it has happened, I can only think about it to comfort myself." The strong man was stunned and shook his head.

"Yes, no one wants such a thing, everyone wants to live."

"No, I can still eat two more meals from Boss Yuan while I'm alive."

"Uncle Jia also said that he would eat Boss Yuan's food until he died, and now he has come true." Someone said with a wry smile.

Of course, during this period, there was indispensable curse on the thief. These elites used to curse people with different words. Without repetition, it was considered as a way to vent their grievances.

Even Yuan Zhou, who was in the kitchen, nodded in agreement between cooking. Yes, Yuan Zhou also hated the thief.

"The Dongpo elbows are here, please use them slowly." Just as the store was immersed in sadness again, Yuan Zhou held a plate of Dongpo elbows and placed it in front of the strong man.

"Thank you, thank you, Boss Yuan." The strong man thanked him.

"You're welcome, please use it slowly." After Yuan Zhou said this, he turned around and returned to the kitchen to cook.

"Okay, everyone is here to eat, so let's enjoy the food cooked by Boss Yuan." Jiang Changxi clapped her hands and said.

"Yes, yes, let's try Master Yuan's craftsmanship." Technician Cheng added.

Then Ling Hong sat back, and now there were more people drinking, and the atmosphere in the store became better. Then Zhou Jia started to bring out dishes one after another.

Except for the interlude at noon, the rest of the time was still very enjoyable.

It's just that this time Wu Hai and Ling Hong didn't stay long after eating, but left directly, which was rare.

"I drew a painting yesterday, please help me bring it to Uncle Jia." Wu Hai stroked his mustache and walked upstairs steadily.

"Okay." Ling Hong nodded in agreement.

After going upstairs, Wu Hai opened the door of the studio and walked in with Ling Hong.

There was no one in the studio at this time, but it was no longer as chaotic as when Yuan Zhou came in the morning.

The drawings on the floor have been put away,

The floor is as clean as new, cups and paper towels are placed on the table, and all the takeaways have been put away.

Only the easel was still placed in the center, because the painting was facing away from the door, so Ling Hong hadn't seen what was painted yet.

This was of course all the fault of Zheng Jiawei. He left with peace of mind after seeing Wu Hai waiting in line for the meal. As long as he could eat, everything would be fine.

"That's it." Wu Hai turned the easel so that Ling Hong could see the painting on it.

Wu Hai's painting was naturally painted on canvas. The painting was not large, only sixty centimeters long and only fifty centimeters wide.

There is only one mission portrait on it, which is Uncle Jia's head. It shows Uncle Jia smiling slightly. The colors are full and bright, just like a real person.

But after taking a closer look, I discovered something different, that is, there is a painting within a painting.

For example, the wrinkles on Uncle Jia's forehead reveal the figure of Uncle Jia riding a tricycle, and the lines on his forehead are the marks left by Uncle Jia's wheels across the ground.

The position of the cheekbones looks like a mountain peak, a mountain covered with red maple leaves, and a small figure of Uncle Jia is climbing the mountain.

Even the hair is the image of Uncle Jia rowing a boat in a dark lake at night, and the image is lifelike.

There is also a scene at the collar where Uncle Jia is telling a story in the store, and Ling Hong even saw himself in it.

This is simply a Xiaoxiang painting composed of multiple small pictures of Uncle Jia. At first glance, the painting is gentle, and Uncle Jia's expression is kind and calm.

A closer look is stunning and full of disbelief.

"The painting is really like it." Ling Hong murmured.

"Yes." Wu Hai nodded, rarely saying anything more.

"Is it hanging or something?" Ling Hong asked.

At first, Ling Hong thought that Wu Hai had painted a portrait of Uncle Jia and wanted to hang it as a memorial or burn it directly to Uncle Jia.

Because Mr. Ling has already said that there are no recent photos of Uncle Jia, and Wu Hai has the ability to restore Uncle Jia's appearance.

Although for a painter, it is an insult to paint something as realistic as a photo, but this is Uncle Jia, and it is different.

Burning is easier to explain. It is equivalent to Wu Hai giving something to Uncle Jia, just like relatives and friends burning food, clothing and shelter to their deceased relatives.

But looking at it now, it is obvious that this painting is not as simple as a portrait. It is art, and it is a treasure of art that even a layman like him can see.

Therefore, Ling Hong's burning character is a bit hard to explain.

"No, just burn it." Wu Hai didn't look at the painting, but turned to look downstairs, stroking his mustache and said calmly.

"Okay, I'll burn it for Grandpa Jia myself." Ling Hong nodded seriously and then said.

"That's good." Wu Hai said.

"Well, then I'll take the painting away." Ling Hong paused and said.

"I didn't frame it, you can just take it," Wu Hai said.

Ling Hong nodded without saying a word, and then started to take the painting. Ling Hong's hand was very light, as if he was afraid of breaking it, he carefully took it off and held the painting.

"Thank you." Ling Hong said softly while holding the painting, reluctant to roll or fold it.

"No, it's not for you, this is for Uncle Jia." Wu Hai said.

"Okay, I'll leave now." After Ling Hong finished speaking, he walked downstairs holding the painting.

Along the way, some people stretched their heads to look over curiously, but Ling Hong frowned and refused to let anyone look at him, and walked out of the street directly.

"Open the door." Ling Hong walked to his car and said to the driver.

Yes, Ling Hong didn't drive himself today, but the driver sent it to him. After all, his recent state is really not suitable for driving by himself, not to mention that Mr. Ling doesn't feel at ease either.

Therefore, in order to reassure Mr. Ling who is traveling far away for business, Ling Hong will not drive by himself recently, nor will he go to far places.

"Okay, please wait." The driver immediately got out of the car and opened the door.

Ling Hong held the painting, carefully got into the car, looked ahead and said, "Go to the cemetery."

"Okay." The driver peeked at the painting and then drove seriously.

On the other side, Wu Hai sat on the bed and looked downstairs. The lunch time at Yuanzhou's shop downstairs was not over yet, and it was very lively downstairs.

"I hope you like it." Wu Hai muttered.

"No, I must like it. After all, I am Wu Hai." Wu Hai smiled confidently while stroking his mustache.

That look was like seeing Uncle Jia's surprise when he received the painting.

"Speaking of it, the name rice is really weird, but the porridge with pickled vegetables is really delicious. Let's just drink porridge at night." Wu Hai had some random thoughts in his mind, and his eyes were fixed on it. downstairs.

It was obvious that he was in a daze...

ps: The weather has been erratic recently. Please keep warm and avoid catching a cold.