Chapter 1261

The portrait is very realistic.

The handsome young man in white and black pants was as beautiful as a demon, with his body slightly sideways, and his red lips seemed to smile rather than smile.

He is inserting his pocket with one hand, showing the action of looking back with his side eyes.

She stood on the bridge head, her dark peach eyes glowing.

The breeze blows the dark hair of the young man. The young man's posture is cold and luxurious. It is the temperament and appearance of the devil.

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

It's like going out of the picture frame and talking to you.

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

It's not real.

For a time, the expression on her face was extremely complex.

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

From Mrs. Qin's point of view, there are defects in strokes and colors.

However, all defects become less important when they perceive the strong feelings of the author.

Any art is used to express emotion.

Or sad or happy, or worried or angry.

It doesn't matter how the goal is achieved or how the process is.

Mrs. Qin looked at the picture hanging in the corner of the wall. The tip of her nose was sour, and her throat suddenly burst into an impulse to cry.

She looked at the smiling boy on the portrait and covered her mouth with her hand.

The whole room fell silent for a moment.

Qin Zheng did not speak, but stood beside Mrs. Qin.

Mrs. Qin recovered her mood for a long time. She turned her eyes to her husband, "how did you... Find it?"

The voice hides suppressed emotions and crying.

Qin Zheng sighed softly, "I'll find someone to keep an eye on the whereabouts of Lian Feng."

I found that Lian Feng actually bought a lot of painting utensils.

He was a little surprised at first. He thought there was something wrong with Lian Feng's mind. Why did he suddenly want to learn painting.

Later, it was found that the paintings bought by Lian Feng were all prepared for Qin Zong.

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

But I found some paintings scattered on the table.

She reached out and picked up the first one.

Took a serious look.

After reading, I picked up the second and third

It is found that these paintings painted by Qin Zong are coherent.

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

Mrs. Qin's face turned a little white and her eyes fixed on the first picture.

The beginning of the youth, publicity wanton.

Rush over along a winding mountain highway with black hair.

Mrs. Qin didn't continue to look down. She gently put down the paintings, put them all back and put them back in their original position.

There was a blank and thoughtful look in his eyes, murmuring, "did I do wrong?"

Qin Zheng walked slowly over with a gentle and low voice, "no, you didn't do anything wrong."

From the mother's point of view, Mrs. Qin just wants to protect her children.

There's nothing wrong.

Mrs. Qin turned around. She looked up at her husband and pursed her lips slightly, "When he was just born, he was just as young as a kitten. He was also a baby. All the children were healthy. Only my child entered the intensive care unit as soon as he was born. In those years, I didn't dare to close my eyes when I went to bed at night. I was afraid that something might happen to the child in the middle of the night. When I woke up, he would be gone..."

"If I hadn't been careless, I wouldn't have plotted against others. Later, I became possessed and made him suffer from illness since childhood..."

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