Farmers have children to raise

Chapter 555 Meeting the Rivals (1)
Baochun put his backpack on his back, and first took out the leaflet given by the staff. It has to be said that Chu Feng knows marketing very well, and he also knows how to catch people's attention. On the homepage, there is a close-up of the work himself.

Exquisite and tough facial features, tall and straight and slender figure, casual and idle attitude, coupled with the usual unruly and arrogant eyes.

This is a brochure flyer, is it clearly a fashion magazine? !
Bao Chun couldn't help but get bloodshot when he watched it, let alone someone else.

Not to mention others, even her eyes were attracted, and she really wanted to see what the protagonist looks like today. Of course, she was even more curious about the works on display inside.

At home, the paintings drawn by that person were usually taken away by the old man very quickly, so she hardly saw them.

Besides, she didn't have a few artistic cells in her body. Just like the taxi driver said, she didn't know what it was after seeing it, and she wanted to express what she meant.

However, when she closed the flyer and walked towards the paintings hanging on the wall, the corners of her mouth curled up, and warm liquid gushed out of her eye sockets.

She doesn't have to worry about not being able to understand it, because the scene in the painting is too familiar. This is not a creation, but a reproduction of the scene they lived in.

Each picture is of the children and her in Dairong costumes.

There are three children practicing martial arts together, some fighting, and some twins playing tricks on their sleeping brother...

There are brothers who teach the twins a lesson, brothers who hold one in front and drag the other behind, twin boys who play tricks, and twin sisters who hold a chicken that is bigger than their own head. of……

Most of the characters in the paintings are three children and a mother, four protagonists, but it can always remind people of five.

The recorder, who does not appear in the painting, always gives people the illusion that he is there, participating in the occurrence of each scene.

In Baochun's heart, there was distress and guilt. He missed that place. He never expressed it, but resorted to this kind of yearning in his paintings...

Although it was backward, primitive, and underdeveloped, she missed it every time she thought about it. They met there, got entangled, then fell in love, suffered hardships, and then got married and had children.

In just six short years, even she will be missed, let alone Rong Zheng who has been living there.

"Wow, I came here for the artist's looks, I didn't expect him to be so talented."

"The painting is really good. It seems that he is about the same age as us, but he is a lot older than us. He is better than the teachers in our art academy. I decided that from today on, he will be my idol."

"Shut up your saliva, it's useless to keep Doha lazi, idols clearly have owners."

"I do not believe."

"If you don't believe me, look at these paintings on the wall, the children in the paintings, and the women in the paintings..."

"You don't mean to say that this is the child of the male god's family, the wife of the male god's family?"

"correct."

"For your size, take a good look at the children in the painting, and look at the male god. The oldest one is more than ten years old, and the male god is only 25 or 26 years old at best, and [-] or [-] years old. If he is his own son, That is to say, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, is this possible?"

"It's rare for such a young father to become a father, especially for such a talented person, and it's impossible for him to get married so early. Could it be that the characters on it are all hired mannequins?"

"Or else."

"It's too real, the emotions expressed in the painting are too real, I don't believe it, it's just creation."

"Creation is not fabricated out of thin air, it comes from life..." An old man standing with a fan in his hand said to himself.

"You mean these aren't models anymore?" asked the girl who didn't believe that the characters were hired.

The old gentleman shook his head, "You children are focusing on the paintings, but you are now concerned about other people's gossip."

"Do you know the author better to understand his works?" Another girl said, "Do you also feel that these are recruited models?"

The old man shook his head again, "I think it is difficult to draw such a vivid work without experience."

"Ah, you think so too. Is this impossible? It's too unscientific. How can a male god get married and have children at the age of sixteen or seventeen?"

"You, I wish that the male god in my heart would be a bachelor in this life, no, I should marry you."

"I'll beat you to death, you're too annoying, just know it in your heart, why say it, if the male god hears it, how embarrassing it will be."

Baochun shook his head with a smile, and was about to leave when the girl in front suddenly turned around and asked her, "Do you think the people in this painting are the author's family?"

Being held back by Leng Buding, asking such a topic, Baochun froze, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"This girl looks familiar, does she look like the one in the painting?" The old man who suddenly turned his head looked at her and said.

"When you put it that way, it looks very similar."

Many guests looked sideways.

Baochun didn't speak, he could only keep calm.

"It does look a bit like that, but the painting is either from the back or from the side. There isn't even a front. Don't just grab a picture and ask."

One of the girls had gossip, Qumi, and was about to grab her for questioning, but the other girl was more sensible and dragged her back, and Baochun took the opportunity to sneak away.

At the end of the gallery is a reception room, the old man Rong Zheng and the children are in it, besides them there are quite a few other people carrying things, they should be reporters and people from the TV station.

Most of the people who answered the questions were old men, Rong Zheng didn't speak much, but Baochun couldn't take his eyes off the slightly formal attire specially worn for such an occasion.

The hair is combed to the back, exposing the smooth forehead, making the facial features more three-dimensional, the eyes more deep, the white shirt, the two buttons on the neckline loosened, the slightly exposed chest, and the metal watch, elegant, sexy, noble... …

Baochun was not in a hurry to go in, so he leaned against the door and watched silently.

The children's clothes were also more formal than usual. Rong Xiaosan'er pushed the brim of his hat to the back, tilted his head to touch the camera, the microphone, etc., and was picked up by Xiaojiu from time to time, and it hadn't been quiet for a while. I ran to look behind the camera again.

Nao Nao is not as active as he is, but she is delicious, someone bought her fried chicken, and her mouth is full of oil.

His father was next to her, wiping her mouth constantly, telling her to eat slowly, but he didn't tell her not to eat.

Baochun finally understood why Nao Nao couldn't control her diet because no one told her to control it.

(End of this chapter)