Looking at the paintings on the table, Zhou Chengnan was stunned.
No wonder he went back to the room so early last night and didn't see him coming out. It turned out that he was painting.
The Wan Ning in the painting looked lifelike. He had seen a lot of sketches, and many girls in the class liked to scribble and draw in textbooks. At that time, he thought the drawings looked quite similar.
But when compared with Chen Liyang, they are not on the same level at all, there is a huge difference between heaven and earth.
He never knew that Chen Liyang could draw and that he could draw so well.
Although there are many discarded drafts in the trash can, the final painting effect is enough to make people shine.
It's just that he has never seen the style of clothes on Wan Ning.
It is not difficult to guess that this should be imagined by Chen Liyang himself. I have to say that it is really beautiful.
He couldn't imagine how stunning it would be on Wan Ning if such clothes existed.
While he was carefully admiring the painting, he suddenly remembered something.
He remembered that Chen Liyang probably couldn't draw. When he first married his mother, he once said personally that he didn't know how to draw.
So what is this? Why did he say he couldn't draw when he was so good at painting?
Since he got better, he felt that there were many secrets hidden behind him.
"Second brother, what are you looking at?" Seeing that the second brother entered Chen Liyang's room and never came out, Zhou Chengxi walked in curiously.
Then I saw the second brother standing in front of the desk in a daze, with drawing paper in his hand.
When he got closer, he saw that it was a sketch, and the person in the painting was instantly recognizable as their youngest sister.
I was instantly amazed. The painting looks really similar. This painting skill is absolutely superb.
"Who drew this?" He picked up another piece of drawing paper, which showed Wan Ning wearing overalls. The whole outfit was so beautiful, ladylike and noble.
The one in the second brother's hand is more like an elf falling into the mortal world.
The style of each set of clothes was something he had never seen before, and the patterns on them were very cartoony and cute.
I don’t know how I came up with it or how I could draw it so well.
Seeing his third brother's eyes shining, Zhou Chengnan put down the paintings in his hands and asked with a smile: "Do you also think they are very beautiful? Do you admire the people who painted these paintings?"
Zhou Chengxi nodded without thinking: "Of course, because he can draw our sister so beautifully, I have to be his number one fan.
When the time comes, I will ask him to draw one for me, and I will definitely keep it well. "
Zhou Chengnan nodded in agreement: "Indeed, with this painting skills, you can become a painter.
As for who painted it, think about it, whose room is this? "
The smile on Zhou Chengxi's face, who was still admiring the painting, froze. Then he looked at the painting again. He immediately shook his head and denied the second son: "Who said that the painting in his room was painted by him? Have you forgotten? When my mother asked him if he could draw, he said he couldn't and he didn't have any special skills, so how could he draw such a good picture?"
Having said this, he became even more convinced that he was right.
He can't even cook well, so how could he draw such beautiful paintings?
"I know you haven't gotten over it yet, but there are some things we can't generalize about.
He said he couldn't draw, so it was entirely possible that he was lying.
Look at the scrap paper in the trash can. If it wasn't him, who could have drawn it? "Zhou Chengnan picked up the scraps of paper thrown away by Chen Liyang from the trash can and spread them out one by one.
It clearly looks like Wan Ning, but most of the paintings are unfinished, which shows that the artist did not continue painting because he was dissatisfied.
But it is enough to prove that this is what Chen Liyang painted.
"Why would he lie to people when he can clearly draw?" Zhou Chengxi wanted to slap himself when he thought of what he had just said.
Zhou Chengnan answered the question with a smile: "You just said that you will be a fan of whoever draws the sister. Does it still count now?"
Zhou Chengxi was at a loss for words. He put down the painting in his hand angrily: "Who knew it was painted by him? I don't want to be a fan of him. I didn't look at it carefully just now, so I didn't think it was that good!"
I knew that the third child was a tough talker, and his eyes lit up when he saw the painting. However, when he heard that it was painted by Chen Liyang, his attitude immediately changed.
In the end, his heart was still open.
But the knot in his heart cannot be eliminated with a few words of persuasion from others. To untie the knot, the person who tied the bell must be tied. I am afraid that the only person who can open the knot in his heart is Chen Liyang himself.
After returning the things to their original owners, the two were just about to go out when Chen Liyang came in.
"Why are you two in my room?" Chen Liyang asked as he walked into the room.
Zhou Chengnan explained: "Your phone rang, and I wanted to pick it up for you, but it showed a scam call, so I hung up.
When I went out, I saw the paintings on the table. Were these all painted by you? "
Chen Liyang didn't intend to hide it from them. After all, he was designing clothes for children. It was useless for him to think they looked good, but only for the children to think they looked good.
He walked to the desk, picked up the painting on it and nodded: "Well, I painted it last night. It's just that I haven't painted for a long time and it's a little rusty. It still looks like there are some flaws."
"I haven't painted for a long time. Being able to draw to this level is already very impressive, but didn't you say before that you couldn't draw?" Zhou Chengnan still couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.
Now Chen Liyang is like a mystery, and he wants to uncover this mystery layer by layer.
Chen Liyang's hand paused. The text in this book did not say that the original author said that he could not draw!
This is an unsystematic bug that always risks exposing itself.
What's more, these children in the family are all naughty, and none of them are good. It's not easy to deceive them.
After Zhou Chengnan asked, he kept paying attention to Chen Liyang's reaction, trying to get some clues from his micro-expressions.
But Chen Liyang's expression was well controlled, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Chen Liyang's brain was running rapidly, and he soon came up with a reasonable explanation: "It's not that I want to hide this specialty first and give you a surprise in the future.
How about it? Is this a big surprise? "
"Humph, you're a liar!" Zhou Chengxi snorted coldly, his face written "Am I easy to deceive?"
"Are you a ghost?" Chen Liyang asked.
Zhou Chengxi paused. He didn't expect that Chen Liyang would suddenly say such a sentence. He always managed to refute him and he didn't know how to refute.
He's obviously an adult, but he doesn't know how to give in to himself. It's really annoying.
"So, you said you couldn't do it on purpose, so why did you reveal that you can draw now?" To be honest, Zhou Chengnan didn't believe it either.
