Chapter 1670 The only gain
"Grandma."
The young man's eyes searched the painting for a while.
Soon, his eyes lit up.
Found it.
After all, he stared at this painting for a long time last night.
He already knew where the monster was.
"Look here."
The young man's fingers pointed blankly.
"Have you seen this before?"
"Ah, where?"
The old man bent down and got closer to the painting.
"This."
The young man squatted down and said, "Did you see it?"
"Thatched house, and this back."
"There is also a piano player in the house."
"Ah?!"
The old man opened his eyes wide and said, "I see it."
"This"
The old man unconsciously wanted to use his hands to rub the scene in front of him.
"Grandma."
The young man stopped the old man, "Don't touch."
He was worried that the ink would rub off, and if it affected the effect of the painting, he would really cry without knowing where to go.
"Oh."
The old man curled his fingers.
His face was both surprised and confused.
"Strange."
"I haven't seen these before..."
"Are these already there?"
The old man looked at the young man.
"I don't know."
The young man shook his head, "A friend of mine found it and pointed it out to me."
"I'm surprised too."
"I have obviously seen this painting many times, but if my friend hadn't pointed it out, I might never have discovered this."
"Yeah."
The old man murmured, "Don't talk about you, I haven't seen it either."
"Did these originally exist here?"
"Really..."
"But."
The old man reached out and rubbed his forehead.
As people get older, it’s hard to think about things.
Just now, she just recalled her previous memory about this painting, and her head hurt.
"Grandma."
The young man helped the old man sit down on the chair behind the painting table, "If you can't think of it, don't think about it."
"Don't force yourself."
The old man smiled bitterly.
"When people get old, they are no longer useful."
"But this painting"
The old man shook his head, "Grandma probably doesn't know what you want to ask."
The young people probably saw it.
But still a little unwilling.
"Grandma, when grandpa painted this painting, didn't you see it on the side?"
My grandpa and grandma have a very good relationship.
When grandpa is painting, if grandma is fine, she will sit aside and accompany grandpa quietly.
Therefore, most of my grandfather’s paintings were created while my grandmother watched them with her own eyes.
So, what about this one?
When grandpa was painting this painting, was grandma also watching?
"This picture..."
The old man fell into thinking.
"Ah."
The old man suddenly shouted.
The young man was a little startled, "Grandma, what's wrong?"
"I remembered."
The wrinkles on the old man's face relaxed, "I watched your grandpa draw this painting."
"This painting is your grandfather's confident work."
"Your grandpa is so proud."
“He was still taking this painting to show off outside.”
Thinking of that scene, the old man shook his head funny.
What an old kid.
Grandma watched grandpa draw this painting.
The old man's words made the young man believe Xiao Xiao's words even more. This painting passed through the hands of two people.
Since grandma, who is watching grandpa painting, has never seen this scene before.
"Did grandpa change this painting later?"
The young man suddenly thought of something.
"Could it be that grandpa had some inspiration later and added these things?"
The old man shook his head hesitantly.
"Your grandfather doesn't like to change his completed paintings."
"He said that if you change it over and over again, it's better to paint it all over again."
"I have no impression that I saw or heard him say that he changed this painting"
"Is that so?"
The young man was a little disappointed.
Does grandma not know more?
"Maybe we just didn't notice it at first?"
The old man shook his head.
“After all, it’s such a small piece.”
"The brushstrokes are also light."
"There is still water vapor and clouds on the edge."
"Everyone who looks at it will be attracted by the mountains and water."
"How can you pay attention to such an inconspicuous place?"
"Your friend is also sharp-eyed."
The old man smiled and said, "He has seen all this."
"In comparison, we are really sorry for your grandfather."
“We haven’t even seen the entire painting that he is most proud of.”
"Grandma, did grandpa say anything about this painting?"
The young people were a little reluctant.
If grandma doesn't know anything, then the mystery about this painting can only be a mystery.
He may never solve this mystery.
"Anything goes."
"As long as it's about the painting."
The young man's persistence puzzled the old man.
But seeing how concerned her grandson was, she also wanted to respond to his expectations.
And then she figured it out, she was a young person after all.
Young people are always more curious than old women like her.
She frowned and fell into thought.
The young man held his breath unconsciously.
The old man knocked on his head.
"No."
The old man smiled bitterly, "I can't think of anything more."
"I just remember that your grandfather was very happy and proud after finishing this painting. He also took this painting everywhere to show others and show off his skill."
"Also, your grandfather always takes out this painting and looks at it every few days."
"I even laughed at him about it."
".Your grandfather regrets that he can never paint anything better than this painting."
“It’s not even close to the level.”
"Your grandfather was worried about this."
"During that time, your grandfather tore up many of his paintings."
"Really?"
The young man was very surprised, "I didn't even know about this."
"You were still young then."
The old man smiled, "And we didn't even tell your parents about this."
"We don't want them to worry."
"Your grandpa is just competing with himself."
"But then your grandfather figured it out."
"It would be satisfying to say that he can paint such a painting in his life."
The old man's eyebrows were gentle and he said, "Your grandfather attaches so much importance to this painting."
"It's not like I can hide my words."
"Not to mention that he will not change this painting randomly"
"Even if he did change it, it would be because he thought the painting would be better if he changed it this way."
"The painting has gotten better. With your grandfather's temperament, why didn't you tell us?"
"This is how the painting should have looked."
"It's just that our eyes don't look very good."
The old man smiled and shook his head.
"Grandpa."
The young man opened his mouth but did not continue.
He knew that grandma had told him everything she knew.
Although most of them are things he knows.
His only gain was that his grandfather also had times when he struggled with painting.
So, even though it’s a pity, I’m still a little reluctant
But he knew it was time to give up.
Asking further will only make the old man worried.
(End of chapter)