Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 645 (Six Hundred and Forty-Five) Painting Style

Ao Gong opened his eyes and said, "Not bad."

Tie Hongyan said: "Just close your eyes and recall the past, and let yourself calm down."

Ao Gong closed his eyes again.

After You Xiangming finished grinding the ink, Ao Gong opened his eyes and began to paint.

Although he had forced himself to remain calm when he closed his eyes, when he started to paint he remembered that he was painting the man who threatened him to sell the blanket. His heart was startled again, so the first stroke of the brush trembled.

Seeing the crooked handwriting on the paper, he felt a little more afraid, worried that he would be accused of deliberately not drawing well. His worry was right. Before he finished the first stroke, he heard You Xiangming's words.

"We paid you such a large sum of money and I personally ground the ink for you, but you painted like this right at the start. Was it really not intentional?" You Xiangming asked.

Tie Hongyan winked at You Xiangming, signaling him not to scare him anymore.

Ao Gong said: "It's really not!"

Tie Hongyan said to Ao Gong: "Just paint your own picture, there is nothing to be afraid of. If you feel uncomfortable when we look at you, we won't look at you."

After hearing this, Ao Gong felt more at ease and said, "That's not necessary. I'll start drawing when my hands stop shaking."

You Xiangming approached Tie Hongyan and whispered to her, "Is he looking for an excuse to refuse to paint?"

Tie Hongyan said, "I don't think so. Don't worry, we'll know in a while." Ao Gong thought about the man who threatened him to sell blankets, and remembered the bad things he had done to him in the past. He felt angry, and his fear of him was somewhat eliminated. He thought about the first time the man threatened him, and he felt that he was extremely unlucky. Later, the man who threatened him to sell blankets also made him do those very risky things. He often felt that the man didn't regard his life as a human life at all, but just used him as a tool. Recalling the feeling of being angry but not speaking out when he was bullied in the past, the suppressed hatred in his heart burst out again, and this rapid eruption of hatred washed away a large part of the fear he had felt before. His hands finally stopped shaking, and he put down his pen steadily, showing the image of the man who threatened him to sell blankets on the paper. After drawing some places, he began to write some words, and wrote them in great detail. He even hoped that after writing these down, he would no longer need to continue selling blankets soon.

After a while, he handed the paper with the portrait to Tie Hongyan and said, "Dear guest, I have drawn everything I can draw and written everything I can write."

Tie Hongyan didn't even look at the paintings. He first stared into his eyes to test him: "Are you sure they are all real?"

Ao Gong did not look away, staring directly into Tie Hongyan's eyes, and answered solemnly: "Of course! It's absolutely true!"

Tie Hongyan felt that he was speaking very sincerely, so she turned her eyes to the portrait. After a glance, she found that Ao Gong's painting style was a little similar to Tie Jinjue, although Ao Gong's painting skills were indeed not high and were far inferior to Tie Jinjue.

She asked Ao Gong: "Have you ever learned to paint?"

Ao Gong said: "I can't say I have formally learned it. When my mother was painting when I was a child, I just painted casually under her guidance, but I didn't continue to learn it, so my level is not good and my painting doesn't look like the original, but I really painted it seriously."

Tie Hongyan asked: "Can you tell me your mother's name?"

"Ah, you even ask this?" Ao Gong was stunned.

You Xiangming asked: "Why, you don't know or you don't want to tell me?"

(End of this chapter)