Quick Wear: The Happy Master is Not Happy

Chapter 232 On the Eve of Breakthrough

The old man saw Lin Nuoyan drawing and came over to talk to him.

"Little boy, what are you drawing?" the old man asked curiously.

Lin Nuoyan replied: "I am painting the scenery of the park."

The old man looked at his painting, nodded and said, "It's very well drawn. You have great talent."

Lin Nuoyan was very happy to hear the old man's praise. He began to talk to the old man about his painting experience. The old man told him that painting requires patience and carefulness, and that one should feel the things around him with his heart and turn them into his own paintings.

From that day on, Lin Nuoyan went to the park to draw every day. In a small town, there was a little boy named Lin Nuoyan who had a special hobby - drawing sketches. He carefully observed every detail and used a brush to depict everything he saw. His painting skills gradually improved, and the characters became more and more rich. Every day he would take out his brush and paper and draw various scenes on the paper.

One day, Lin Nuoyan met a challenger. His sketches were full of vitality and vigor, which made people marvel. A cocky little boy came to the park and said provocatively that his painting skills were better than Lin Nuoyan. Lin Nuoyan ignored him and continued to paint his own paintings.

One day, Lin Nuoyan met a strange girl on the street. She was wearing a white dress and had long flowing hair, looking very fresh and refined. However, the little boy kept pestering her and even wanted to snatch Lin Nuoyan's sketchbook.

At this time, the kind old man appeared. The girl saw Lin Nuoyan drawing, so she came over and asked curiously: "What are you drawing?"

Lin Nuoyan replied: "I'm drawing a sketch. I want to depict a painting where he blocks the little boy and protects Lin Nuoyan. A beautiful scene."

The girl looked at his paintings and found that his sketches were very vivid, so she couldn't help but admire: "You draw very well!" He told the little boy that painting requires inner peace and persistence, not showing off and arguing.

The old man's words made the little boy leave in shame. "Can I see your other works?"

Lin Nuoyan gladly took out his sketchbook and showed the girl his other paintings. The girl admired and admired Lin Nuoyan's talent for painting. Lin Nuoyan looked at the old man gratefully and deeply understood the old man's teachings. He understood that painting requires the heart to feel everything around, stick to one's dream, and not be disturbed by the outside world.

From then on, Lin Nuoyan practiced painting even harder.

At this time, a boy passed by and saw Lin Nuoyan drawing, so he came over to watch. His paintings became more and more vivid and imaginative. After seeing Lin Nuoyan's paintings, he began to laugh at his style, saying that his paintings were too simple and did not have many details. His characters became more and more vivid, and every detail was handled just right.

Lin Nuoyan felt uncomfortable after hearing this, but he did not give up his style.

Many years later, Lin Nuoyan became a famous sketch artist. His works are widely collected and praised by people. He firmly believes that his paintings have a unique charm, and he hopes that through his own efforts, more people will appreciate his works.

After seeing this, the girl stood up to defend Lin Nuoyan. However, he would never forget the kind old man and those challenging days, because they made him grow into a real painter. She said to the boy: "Everyone has his own style. Although Lin Nuoyan's paintings are simple, they are full of vitality and vigor.

Can you teach me? "

Lin Nuoyan nodded, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Of course." He took the pencil from Xiaoli and began to patiently teach her how to draw the outline of the trees and how to show the changes in light and shadow.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it a leaf that gently fell. Lin Nuoyan was inspired and quickly incorporated the leaf into the painting. Xiaoli could not help but marvel.

However, just as they were immersed in the joy of painting, a discordant voice broke the silence. "Lin Nuoyan, you only know how to paint all day long, what's the point?" A boy named Xiaogang came over and said provocatively. In a small town, there was a little boy named Lin Nuoyan who had a special hobby - drawing sketches.

Lin Nuoyan's eyes are firm and confident: "Painting is my way of expressing my inner thoughts. I think it is very meaningful."

Xiao Gang said with disdain: "Painting can't make you a living, you should learn more useful things." He has been interested in and passionate about painting since he was a child. Every day he would take out his brush and paper and draw various sketches on the paper. His paintings are full of vitality and energy, which makes people marvel at them.

Xiaoli was very dissatisfied when she heard this: "Drawing is also a skill, many people like it!"

Lin Nuoyan smiled and said, "I am painting an old tree. Its branches and bark have unique beauty."

The little girl blinked and praised: "You draw so well! Can I draw with you?"

Lin Nuoyan nodded and handed the little girl a pencil and a piece of sketch paper. The little girl sat down happily and began to try to draw her own work.

Lin Nuoyan's painting skills are skillful and delicate, and every stroke is just right. Sometimes he uses light strokes, and sometimes he uses heavy strokes. The little girl was fascinated by the painting and couldn't help but sigh: "Your technique is really magical, and every stroke seems to have life."

Lin Nuoyan smiled and said: "Painting is to feel with the heart and express the thoughts in the heart." In a quiet small town, Lin Nuoyan is a unique child. He is not as keen on playing and games as other children, but he has a special liking for painting.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the pencil on the drawing paper fluttered in the wind, and the lines drawn were tortuous and interesting. There was a colorful world in his heart, and he always tried to show it with his brush. Lin Nuoyan had an idea and seized this opportunity to add some fluttering lines to the painting, as if branches were swaying in the wind.

One day, on a sunny afternoon, Lin Nuoyan sat in his small yard, holding a sketch pen in his hand and a blank piece of drawing paper in front of him.

The little girl was amazed: "Your painting is so great! His eyes are deep, as if he is looking for inspiration. At this time, the little girl Xiaoli from the neighboring house came over curiously, looking at the brush and drawing paper in Lin Nuoyan's hand, her eyes full of curiosity. You have a very rich imagination."

Lin Nuoyan smiled shyly: "Thank you for the compliment, in fact, you inspired me."

The two continued to immerse themselves in the joy of painting, exchanging their thoughts and feelings with each other from time to time.

"Lin Nuoyan, what are you drawing?" Xiao Li asked. The sunlight shone on them, as if they were covered with a golden halo.

Lin Nuoyan smiled slightly and did not answer. He was immersed in his own world and began to wield his brush. The tip of the brush jumped on the paper, and vivid pictures gradually appeared.

Time passed unknowingly, and vivid sketches were born in their hands. These paintings are not just simple lines and colors, but also the expression of their hearts and the outpouring of their emotions.

"Are you drawing a scene by a stream?" Xiaoli couldn't help asking as she looked at the lines on the drawing paper.

Lin Nuoyan's friendship with the little girl also deepened during the painting process.

Lin Nuoyan nodded. He was painting a beautiful scene he had seen by the stream. They learned from each other, encouraged each other, and explored the infinite charm of sketching together. The water there flowed gently, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the water, which was so beautiful that it made people intoxicated.

"I also want to learn painting. Can you teach me?" Xiaoli felt envious when she saw Lin Nuoyan's focused look.

His eyes are focused and deep, as if he wants to integrate the whole world into his paintings.

At this time, the neighbor Xiao Ming came over curiously and watched Lin Nuoyan drawing. "What are you drawing?" Xiao Ming asked.

Lin Nuoyan didn't look up, but continued to draw attentively, and replied: "I'm drawing a sketch, a beautiful scenery."

"Scenery? Then why don't you go out and sketch? Wouldn't it be more vivid that way?" Xiao Ming asked curiously.

Lin Nuoyan smiled and said, "I like to imagine the scenery in my mind and then draw it with a pencil. In a small town, I think painting is not just a simple imitation, but also an expression of inner feelings."

While the two were talking, Lin Nuoyan's mother came over. On the Internet, there was a little boy named Lin Nuoyan, who had a special hobby - drawing sketches. He liked to observe the things around him since he was a child and depict them on paper with a brush. When she saw Lin Nuoyan's paintings, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Lin Nuoyan, your paintings are really great! His sketches are very outstanding, and people can't help but marvel at them. I see the world in your eyes."

Hearing her mother's praise, Lin Nuoyan smiled happily.

One day, Lin Nuoyan came to the park and saw a beautiful scenery. He immediately took out his sketchbook and pencil and started to paint. He said, "Mom, I want to be a painter and use my brush to record the beauty of life."

His mother touched his head gently and said, "As long as you stick to your dream and practice hard, he was so focused on painting that it seemed as if the whole world had stopped.

At this time, a girl came over and saw Lin Nuoyan's painting. She said that she would definitely be able to realize her wish. "

However, Lin Nuoyan's classmates did not understand his hobby. They laughed at him for being a "painting idiot" and gradually distanced themselves from him. Lin Nuoyan felt sad, but he did not give up. She was amazed at his painting skills and could not help but walk up to him and asked, "You are so good at painting. How did you learn it?"

Lin Nuoyan looked up and saw a sunny girl looking at him. He believed that painting was his way of communicating with the world.

One day, a painting exhibition was held in the town, and all the children were invited to participate. Lin Nuoyan excitedly took out his sketches, hoping to get everyone's recognition. He was a little shy, but still answered proudly: "I have loved painting since I was a child. My parents also support me and bought me a lot of brushes and paper."

When the paintings were exhibited, people were deeply attracted by Lin Nuoyan's works. Moved, he said: "I really admire you, you are very talented." His paintings are delicate, vivid and full of imagination.

The old man raised his head, glanced at Lin Nuoyan, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, little friend, do you like painting too?"

Lin Nuoyan nodded and said excitedly: "Yes, I like painting too, but I'm not good at it."

The old man encouraged: "Don't be discouraged. Painting requires patience and persistence. As long as you paint with your heart, you will be able to paint in your own style."

Hearing the old man's encouragement, Lin Nuoyan was full of confidence. He began to ask the old man for painting skills and experience, and the old man was happy to share.

"You see, to draw, you must first learn to observe, observe the characteristics and details of things." The old man said as he drew a simple sketch and showed it to Lin Nuoyan. On a spring afternoon, the sun shone through the treetops and shone on a little boy, who was Lin Nuoyan.

Lin Nuoyan watched carefully, then picked up his own pencil and began to imitate. Lin Nuoyan is different from other children. He has eyes that can discover beauty and deft hands. With each stroke, he carefully considers the thickness, direction, angle and strength of the line. The old man also patiently guides him. He especially likes to draw sketches, and each stroke is full of childlike innocence and creativity.

That day, Lin Nuoyan met a little girl in the park.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over and blew off the sketch Lin Nuoyan had just drawn. She had long hair and clear eyes, and she had an innate artistic temperament. The two hit it off and talked about their love for painting. He was a little sad, but the old man encouraged him and said, "It doesn't matter, failure is the mother of success, just draw it again."