Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

On the third day, Jiang gaodai walked out of the room late.

As soon as he came out of the room and went to the corridor, Lu tingwan found an oil painting signed by Sheng Qingyuan.

The painting is white daisies and green grass.

This painting is not inferior to professional painters in terms of both painters and artistic conception. Sheng Qingyuan's signature is even more Haopai.

The painting is very beautiful and integrated with the classical corridor, which seems to be icing on the cake, noble and elegant.

Lu tingwan stopped in front of the painting and reached out to touch Sheng Qingyuan's signature in the lower left corner.

"This is your grandfather's painting. He just learned oil painting a few years ago. He was more fond of traditional Chinese painting. He studied oil painting to better draw the things he wanted to paint, including the scenery of Nancheng, the bridge of Nancheng, the building of Nancheng, the yard of Sheng family, the villa of Sheng family, the trees of Sheng family, and you. He painted everything he could draw in his memory these years. This painting is only one of them. The other paintings are clear at a glance If you're right, it's the grass you used to play in Sheng's backyard when you were a child. "

More than one pair was hung in the corridor. Lu Ting didn't find it when he came the first day of the evening.

Jiang prison told her every picture one by one, but in fact, Lu tingwan knew what was painted in the picture.

In these paintings, Sheng Qingyuan's thoughts of home and her and the long loneliness in those years are painted.

No one can understand his hardships and difficulties.

Jiang prison took Lu tingwan to a painting room. The room was full of all kinds of oil paintings, large and small, all kinds of scenery and objects, but at a glance, she was the most.

"You are the most in his paintings, especially when you were five years old. He painted the most, because he remembered your appearance best at that time. It was OK when you were six or seven years old. Later, he didn't know what you would look like, and he didn't dare to send someone back to see you secretly, so he painted very little. When he was older, he could only paint according to your appearance when you were six or seven years old, some of them were like, and then Not quite. If you look at these carefully, you can see the shadow of you when you were five years old. He often painted and changed, changed and painted. Sometimes he felt like you, and sometimes he felt you didn't grow up. He didn't know what you looked like until you appeared on TV and he saw what you looked like when you grew up. Later, he painted what you looked like on TV. "

Lu tingwan listened to his words and looked at the oil paintings that looked like her on the wall, not like her, but with her shadow.

"This one is the last one he painted before returning home."

"He wanted to take it back for you to see, but he didn't want to tell you these sad things."

"There are in his bedroom, corridors and halls on every floor. He can see you wherever he wants."

Jiang prison took her to Sheng Qingyuan's bedroom.

Sheng Qingyuan's life traces can be seen everywhere in the ancient castle.

In order to make Lu tingwan feel more truly, Jiang prison not only didn't pack Sheng Qingyuan's things, but also specially asked people to put Sheng Qingyuan's things everywhere.

Sure enough, as Jiang prison said, Sheng Qingyuan's bedroom not only hung her paintings, put girls' toys, but also put a lot of her photos.

It's the way she entered the entertainment industry and appeared on TV.

Sheng Qingyuan asked people to print it out and put it on the cabinet and bedside table in the room, everywhere.

For a time, Lu tingwan didn't know whether it was wrong or right to enter the entertainment circle, because she entered the entertainment circle and let her grandfather abroad see her.

But also because she entered the entertainment industry, for the sake of the crew, she failed to accompany him well in Grandpa's last time.