Not just to take the ring off, but to get his painting equipment back.
That was an antique he bought at an auction house for hundreds of thousands.
It cost tens of thousands of yuan to have the frame specially made by a master engraver.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is the treasure he is most proud of, a symbol of his identity, and he must definitely get it back.
Thinking that he would have to face Wei Lianhua again tomorrow, Albert took a deep breath and took the painting left by Wei Lianhua again.
A teacher once said that every student has something to offer.
Finding the highlights in their works and then helping students find a path suitable for their development is what a good teacher must do.
Even a small colorful dot may become the key to a student's success.
Albert is a very proud man who strives to be the best in whatever he does.
In order to prove that he had the potential to become a top teacher, Albert suppressed the urge to vomit blood.
He picked up the painting that irritated his eyes again and observed it bit by bit...
After five minutes, Albert threw the painting aside. He had lost. He was not a good teacher.
Painting can well express a person's inner world.
Judging from this painting, the woman should not be painting. Murder and arson may be more suitable for that person's dark heart.
No, judging from this painting, that woman is really showing off her talents by not destroying the world.
After dinner, Wang Yilin kept lingering outside Wei Lianhua's door, but dared not go in.
She felt that her mother was doing something very important.
Hearing the noise outside the door, Wei Lianhua finally said, "Did you bring something to eat?"
I really thought she was watching for nothing!
Wang Yilin grinned, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a piece of pancake.
Then he walked straight into the room and stuffed the pancake into Wei Lianhua's mouth: "What are you drawing!"
Wei Lianhua tilted her head and looked at Wang Yilin with squinting eyes, and did not forget to explain: "Art."
She is creating her own artistic kingdom.
Wang Yilin glanced at the frame and took a breath subconsciously: "This is..."
On the off-white canvas, there was a simple drawing of an old man put together with various watercolors.
Except for the old man, the surroundings were filled with watercolors of various distinct colors, without any smudge or excess of color.
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All the colors stick to the frame like dog-skin plaster.
Because the edges were not properly applied, the paint sank.
The paint flows through the old man's head, eyes, and mouth.
The simple drawing of the old man in the middle of the canvas is made more eye-catching.
Wang Yilin subconsciously turned away: This is a kind of terrifying art that makes people dare not take a second look.
She even had the illusion that the old man in the painting would jump out of the frame and bite someone at any time.
Maybe that's not an illusion...
What did her mother draw?
Sensing Wang Yilin's doubts, Wei Lianhua introduced him very calmly: "This is Old Dingtou."
She had just analyzed Albert's words and found that what she was best at was this old man.
This old Dingtou, she can not only draw upright, but also draw backwards, or even upside down.
And there is absolutely no abnormality in performance.
But seeing Wang Yilin's shocked eyes, Wei Lianhua felt a heavy sense of powerlessness.
This is the tragedy of staying with people who don't understand art.
Lao Te is right, artists are lonely.
The higher you go, the fewer people will understand you.
She felt so wronged to be included in this team that didn't understand art...
Wei Lianhua felt distressed and wanted to hug herself, and Wang Yilin also wanted to hug herself.
She had also heard the old man's jingle,
It's just that she didn't expect that this old man's head could actually create such a terrifying effect after applying color.
She couldn't comment on how well her mother's painting was done, but she would never look at it a second time.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the old man in the painting was staring at her.
The two circles representing eyes seemed to be moving with her movements.
After taking two deep breaths, Wang Yilin finally succeeded in walking to the back of the frame.
But what made her hair stand on end was that her actions did not avoid the sight of the old stick figure.
On the contrary, she actually felt that the old man was staring at her through the drawing board.
Shrinking, Wang Yilin leaned closer to Wei Lianhua: "Mom, why are you doing this for me!"
While speaking, Wang Yilin put his hand in front of Wei Lianhua.
Before, she only thought that this was a ring that her mother picked up from somewhere.
But I didn't expect it to be such a powerful thing.
After the initial fear and helplessness, Wang Yilin began to feel the benefits of this ring.
Thinking of the teacher who was knocked away by the shield, Wang Yilin's heart beat wildly.
If she had this thing on her hands that night...
Wang Yilin blinked: Of course she knew why her mother made this thing for her, but she just wanted to hear what her mother said.
She likes to be cared for by her mother.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Wei Lianhua reply: "Why else? When you encounter danger in the future, you can raise your shield and shoot him to death."
This shield looks light, but in fact, she uses parts that weigh about five hundred kilograms.
The shield is connected to Wang Yilin's hand, and Wang Yilin can move the shield as he wishes with his own hands.
But to outsiders, it is actually five hundred kilograms.
Moreover, when the shield is opened, it will produce a huge impact.
Can effectively block other people's close attacks.
This kind of fool-like defense tool is just right for a weakling like Wang Yilin who has no fighting ability...
When you encounter a bad guy, go down with a shield.
Even if the other party is not dead, he will at least be paraplegic and unable to take care of himself.
But don't ask her why she does this, because she doesn't know either.
Everything seems to be imprinted in the brain, and the body has its own consciousness.
It seems that as long as you raise your hand, when you come back to your senses, there will already be a pile beside you.
Therefore, it is understandable to give one to Wang Yilin.
After all, Wang Yilin is too weak. If she dies somewhere one day, this shield can serve as a tombstone for her...
Wang Yilin didn't know it yet, but his mother had already made plans for her death.
She lowered her head and looked at the ring on her hand, her eyes burning: "Mom, you are so kind."
Ever since her mother woke up, she has become a crybaby.
Being pampered by her mother in all kinds of ways every day, happiness came too much and too fast, and she couldn't bear it anymore.
She was really afraid that what was happening now was all a dream.
What if she wakes up from this dream and there is nothing around her.
When the time comes, she will go crazy.
Wang Yilin lowered her head and looked at the ring in her hand. She was really scared...
At this moment, Wei Lianhua spoke again: "Use this thing well and don't die. I'm still waiting for you to act like a cow and a horse!"
Wang Yilin's expression froze, and the tears that were originally rolling in his eyes were instantly suppressed.
When he raised his head again, Wang Yilin stared at Wei Lianhua with eyes like a dead fish: "Mom, it's all my fault. I haven't given you classes recently. So tonight, let's add extra classes!"
Two hours later, Wang Yilin left her mother's house satisfied.
Wei Lianhua was left alone and dying on the bed.
Come on, let’s hurt each other!
Chapter 2698: Sister-in-law’s artistic life (38)
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