Chapter 1261 Building a City 10

That portrait is very realistic.

The handsome young man in white clothes and black trousers is leaning slightly sideways, with a smile on his bright red lips.

He put one hand in his pocket and looked sideways.

She stood on the bridge, her dark peach blossom eyes shining brightly.

The breeze blew the young man's jet-black hair. The young man's posture was cold and noble, and he had the temperament and appearance of an evil spirit.

However, the eyes that looked over at that moment were full of smiles and joy.

It's as if he wants to step out of the picture frame and talk to you.

Mrs. Qin was stunned for several seconds before she realized that this was a portrait.

Not a real person.

For a moment, the expression on her face was extremely complicated.

In fact, Qin Zong's painting skills are not that superb.

From Mrs. Qin's point of view, there are flaws in the brushstrokes and colors.

However, all the flaws become no longer important when you feel the strong emotion of the author's writing.

Any art is used to express emotions.

Either sad or happy, worried or angry.

Once the goal is achieved, it doesn't matter what the process is.

Mrs. Qin looked at the paintings hanging in the corner, her nose felt sore, and the urge to cry suddenly came to her throat.

She looked at the smiling boy in the portrait and covered her mouth with her hands.

The whole room fell silent for a moment.

Qin Zheng didn't speak, he just stood beside Mrs. Qin.

It took Mrs. Qin a long time to regain her emotions. She turned to look at her husband, "How...how did you find out?"

There is suppressed emotion and crying hidden in the voice.

Qin Zheng sighed softly, "I asked someone to keep an eye on the whereabouts of that boy Lian Feng."

I discovered that Lian Feng actually bought a lot of painting supplies.

He was a little surprised at first, thinking that there was something wrong with Lian Feng's brain, why he suddenly wanted to learn to draw.

It was later discovered that the painting tools Lian Feng bought were all for Qin Zong.

Mrs. Qin took a breath and turned to the table, wanting to sit for a while.

But I found some drawings scattered on the table.

She reached out and picked up the first one.

Look at it carefully.

After reading it, I picked up the second one, the third one...

It was found that these paintings painted by Qin Zong were all coherent.

It should be the past memories of Xiao Zong and Yan Tao...

Mrs. Qin's face paled slightly, her eyes fixed on the first painting.

The young man at the beginning is flamboyant and wanton.

He rushed along a winding mountain road, his black hair flamboyant and sharp.

Mrs. Qin did not continue to look down. She gently put down the drawings, put them all back in their original positions.

There was a look of confusion and contemplation in his eyes, and he murmured, "Did I do something wrong?"

Qin Zheng walked over slowly, his voice gentle and low, "No, you did nothing wrong."

From a mother's point of view, Mrs. Qin just wanted to protect her child.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Mrs. Qin turned around, looked up at her husband, and pursed her lips slightly, "When he was born, he was so small, as big as a kitten. He is also a baby, and all other children are healthy. , only my child was admitted to the intensive care unit as soon as he was born. In the first few years after he was born, I didn’t dare to close my eyes at night, for fear that something would happen to my child in the middle of the night and he would be gone when I woke up. Already..."

"If I hadn't been careless, I wouldn't have plotted against others, and later I went crazy, causing him to suffer from illness since he was a child..."

Mrs. Qin's face was full of guilt and distress.