2.3

When locking eyes with Zhou Yunsheng, Ning Wangshu’s entire body was actually stiff, ready to step away from his short legs and escape at any moment. But the other party carefully avoided him, only picking up the palette and brushes beside him, then turning around to paint, and no other actions. Ning Wangshu quietly breathed a sigh of relief and walked step by step to Zhou Yunsheng’s side, tilting his little head, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at the drawing board.

Zhou Yunsheng had already completely lost sight of the small things at his feet. He had completely inherited Wei Xi Proverbs’ fervor for painting, and the paintbrush in his hand was scribbling nonstop for a moment.

Wei Xi Proverbs specializes in the modern style of direct painting, that is, drawing outlines directly on the canvas and then slowly applying color. However, Zhou Yunsheng specializes in the more ancient transparent painting method, i.e., using multiple layers of paint that are not white, but only diluted by the toning oil. The next layer of color must be applied after each layer dries, so it can be said that before moving the brush, the entire painting has already been completed in his mind.

As each layer is thinner, the color of the lower layer can be revealed vaguely, forming subtly changing tones with the upper layer. Therefore, this method of painting requires a higher level of skill and a more precise grasp and judgment of the color palette.

The painting of Wei Xi Proverbs used large areas of warm colors and was already dry, so Zhou Yunsheng added blue, purple, and green on top of it to make the warm tones gradually turn into cool tones, and then finally glazed and dyed it with resin varnish to make it appear as layers and layers of grey.

But in half an hour, the garden that was originally filled with brilliant spring flowers turned into a forest bathed in starlight, with the twinkling stars in the sky emitting a faint glow that seemed to be able to be picked up at one’s fingertips just by reaching out. It was placed there, not looking like a painting, but like a portal to another world, so real and so unreal in its beauty.

Zhou Yunsheng took a few steps back, surveying his practiced work, when a soft exclamation came from his ears. Only then did he pull his mind – away from the painting and hang his head towards the little one standing at his feet.

Day turned into night, sunlight turned into starlight, and the garden turned into a forest, even if Ning Wangshu didn’t know what aesthetics meant yet, she was still subdued by her little uncle’s superior painting skills.

Realizing that she had disturbed her little uncle, Ning Wangshu hurriedly covered her mouth with her chubby little hands, her big eyes filled with panic.

Zhou Yunsheng only glanced at him before turning back, continuing to survey the oil painting and picking up the brush to make minor adjustments.

Ning Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that his little uncle had no intention of driving him away, he slowly became bolder, and his little hand probed towards the paintbrush placed on the stool. Reaching out and retracting, reaching out and retracting, he struggled for a long time before finally taking the brush in his hand.

On the ground was the oil bucket for cleaning the paintbrushes, and there were also a few pieces of white cloth. Ning Wangshu quickly dipped the brush in a little poppy oil and squatted on the ground to paint on the white cloth. He tried to draw a few stars, and found that it was not as bright as the one drawn by his little uncle, and then he painted it as the sun with a stern face. ……

He was having fun and didn’t realize that Zhou Yunsheng had already made the final changes and was bending down to stare at him.

“No, you can’t play with that.” The teenager’s voice was as melodious as a trickling stream, but the force with which he snatched the paintbrush was not to be resisted.

Ning Wangshu was stunned, her rosy little face turned pale in an instant, and she shrank into the corner like a little quail.

Zhou Yunsheng didn’t comfort him and placed the paintbrush and oil bucket on the windowsill, making sure that the little guy couldn’t reach them before he walked out of the drawing room.

Ning Wangshu covered her little face and barred her tears, wetting a large portion of the white cloth spread on the floor, looking so pitiful. But after not long, the teenager came back in, holding a box of watercolor brushes and a pile of white paper, bending down and handing it to the little one, saying word by word, “You use this to draw, the pigment and poppy oil contain trace amounts of toxins, the little baby can’t touch it, it will get sick.”

Seeing that the little guy just dropped his tears and refused to raise his head to pay attention to himself, Zhou Yunsheng didn’t try to persuade him much and put down the watercolor brushes and white paper, turning around to continue painting. He himself was somewhat autistic, and saying so much was already considered a miracle.

The original little uncle is not disgusted with himself. Ning Wangshu sad mood greatly relieved, rubbed his eyes, which quietly raised his head, was about to reach out for watercolors, but saw his uncle suddenly turned toward himself, bluffed while hastily holding his head and shrinking into a ball, like a small turtle.

Zhou Yunsheng was about to be amused by the little guy, but he had to hold himself back due to the monitors all around him. He took a few deep breaths and kept a serious expression as he removed the white shirt hanging on the easel and helped the little guy put it on, whispering, “Put it on obediently so as not to dirty the clothes.”

Ning Wangshu stopped struggling and let her little uncle help her dress. The shirt was so big that the sleeves were pulled up a long way before barely revealing a pair of fat little short hands, and the hem was dragged long enough to just cover the pants.

Zhou Yunsheng helped him straighten his lapel and rubbed his head with a stiff movement before turning around to continue painting.

Ning Wangshu also touched his own head, feeling the nearly dissipated warmth, only feeling sweetness in his heart. He didn’t smile, but his eyes were brighter than ever before, picking up the brush and doodling according to his little uncle’s drawing.

The studio is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop, and the figures of uncle and nephew painting side by side look so harmonious and warm.

Time passed unnoticeably, and it was only at four or five o’clock in the afternoon that Wang Ma slowly crossed the threshold of the house with a basket of vegetables. There’s a maid at home, so she doesn’t need to look after her all the time. Besides, she’s getting old, and she’s impatient to bring up the kids. Every day, when Ning Si-nian left the house, she would go out with her basket on the pretext of shopping for food, but in reality, she ran to the nearby park to play cards with the maid of another family.

In the past, I had to avoid Zhao Xinfang when I was lazy, but now that I’ve taken advantage of her, I’ve become more and more fearless. Zhao Xinfang is not like what Ning Shi Nian thought, as long as she does not go to volunteer work at home to take care of her stepson. She also goes out back and forth, either shopping, playing cards, or doing beauty treatments.

Anyway, Ning Si-nian was very busy and always didn’t come home, and even if he did, it was very late, so she, like Wang Ma, just had to hurry to get home before six o’clock.

It was Sunday, and she excused herself to help out at the orphanage, and managed to get back even later.

Wang Ma asked the maid and knew that Zhao Xinfang hadn’t returned, so she went upstairs to look for Ning Wangshu. In the drawing room, Ning Wangshu heard Wang Ma’s shouts, her face turned white with fear, and her small body shook so much that she couldn’t stop.

Zhou Yunsheng patted his little head soothingly, then helped him take off his shirt and wash his hands. In the past, Wei Xi Proverbs was not unaware of Ning Wangshu’s abnormality, and when he heard Ning Wangshu’s heart-breaking cries, he had also run hard to inquire.

The answer Wang Ma gave him was that children grow caries and only cry when they are in pain. Although Wei Xi Proverbs was still skeptical, he held his tongue for a long time before blushing red and stifling a ‘is that so’, and had to retreat under Wang Ma’s glare.

As soon as he left, Wang Ma closed the door to her room and continued to beat Ning Wangshu severely, not putting him in her eyes at all.

The current Zhou Yunsheng similarly didn’t put Wang Ma in his eyes as he gently hugged the little guy, relentlessly patting and caressing his spine. Seeing Wang Ma searching for the door to ask for the child, instead of handing it over, he also closed the door of the room with a bang in front of her, causing Wang Ma to almost not knock her nose askew.

“Bah, little mongrel-breed, what are you! Sooner or later, I’ll let Si Nian kick you out!” Wang Ma spat at the door of the room.

Zhou Yunsheng was oblivious to the tirade outside the door and continued painting after letting go of the little one.

Only Uncle Junior could see his fear and despair, only Uncle Junior would not put himself in the hands of Wang Ma, only Uncle Junior would protect himself so firmly. Although he had only closed a door tightly, he had actually isolated himself from all danger. Ning Wangshu was only three years old, yet she already had a sense of self, and developed an indelible attachment to Zhou Yunsheng at this moment, while also vaguely recognizing that perhaps the words she said in front of her father would have an adverse effect on Little Uncle.

He was happy and a little sad at the same time, and carefully hugged his little uncle’s thigh.

Zhou Yunsheng kicked him in disgust, but his movements were very gentle.

Ning Wangshu wasn’t afraid this time and persevered to hold on tight.

Zhou Yunsheng how can not get rid of this little tail, only to helplessly let him embrace, he to the left, the little guy also toddled to the left, he to the right, the little guy also stumbled to the right, living like a piece of plaster, tearing can not be torn down, the picture is very funny.

Uncle and nephew two play happy, Wang Ma is also happy not to have to work hard, let the maid hurry to cook dinner for themselves. Which expected to five thirty has not yet arrived, outside the sound of the car engine sounded, Ning Shi Nian surprisingly came back.

Thinking of the two uncles and nephews who were getting along well in the drawing room, Wang Ma became anxious and hurriedly ran upstairs, shouting, “Wei Xi Proverbs, quickly send the baby out, Mr. Ning is back, if he sees you with the baby, he will definitely throw you out!”

Due to Ning Snyan’s increasingly icy and loathsome attitude, the original Wei Xi Proverbs really didn’t dare to get too close to Ning Wangshu. At this moment, although Zhou Yunsheng knew the truth, he did not intend to poke through Wang Ma’s western mirror, pulling open the door of the room and taking the terrified Ning Wangshu out.

Ning Wangshu’s brain was rubbed by her little uncle, and the fear that filled her heart was suddenly reduced, and she understood that as long as her father came back, Wang Ma wouldn’t beat herself, so she walked over with stiff steps.

Wang Ma couldn’t wait to pull the child to her side, regardless of whether he could keep up or not, half dragging and half dragging him towards the stairs, threatening in a low voice under her breath, “Don’t stay with Wei Xi Proverbs that mongrel in the future, or I’ll peel your skin off!”

“Little Uncle isn’t a mongrel-species.” Ning Wangshu, who hadn’t spoken for a long time, suddenly retorted in a clear and incomparable manner.

Wang Ma froze for a few seconds, then her face changed drastically, reaching out to grab Ning Wangshu’s ear with force. Ning Wangshu skillfully shrunk her shoulders and held her head, silently enduring. Fortunately, Ning S Nian was in a hurry to see his son and had already taken a step up the stairs, so Wang Ma withdrew her hand and took the child into her arms, pulling on an amiable smile while whispering through clenched teeth, “Not only is Wei Xie Proverbs a mongrel, but you’re a mongrel as well, and I’m going to drown you in the river if you don’t obediently listen to me. Your father has a new wife and will have many more children in the future, he won’t care about you at all.”

Ning Wangshu was stunned and closed her eyes tightly in despair, tears falling down in large drops.