In the film and television world, I don't know martial arts

Chapter 48

Chang Wei had to admire the strength of the agent.

You have to be able to kill people, shoot guns, drive boats, planes and tanks, hide and disguise, act, electronic technology, articulate men or women, board a boat when necessary, and speak eight languages , even music, can draw!

Just like Natasha.

How excellent!

Tihua Zhixiu, is there any?

Chang Wei looked at the oil painting in front of him. The painting on it was lifelike, even the honest smile on his face was so lifelike.

Well done!
Then look at Natasha next to her, she is engrossed in staring at the drawing board, and occasionally glances at the spots and killers who are playing on the lawn. As time goes by, the two little ones seem to be transferred to the canvas alive!
This skill is absolutely perfect.

"You will definitely become a world famous painter!"

Chang Wei expressed his feelings—if he didn't become an agent.

Natasha ignored him and focused all her energy on the tip of her brush.After finishing the painting, she threw away the paintbrush and said, "It's not that easy. Look at masters like Van Gogh, who became famous only after they died. Maybe I will become a great painter, but I will already be rotten by then. "

"That's because there is no publicity." Chang Wei said: "Spend more money and hold more art exhibitions. Your excellent skills will definitely be appreciated by most people."

"But I have no money." Natasha spread her hands.

"Uh, me." Chang Wei hesitated, but the expressions of the young man Muai and the Chinese tactful intertwined, which was beyond words.

"Don't." Natasha laughed: "I just like to draw, and I don't expect to be a painter, OK?"

Chang Wei pursed his lips and was speechless.

He hurriedly said, "I'll draw a picture for you too, how about it?"

Huh?
Natasha was surprised and said, "You will too?"

"Don't underestimate people." Chang Wei said, "But I don't know oil painting. I know oriental ink and wash landscapes."

Not very proficient, just know it.Because Master Changwei Tianxing Zhenren in the previous life was a master of this way.Under his influence, most of Chang Wei's brothers and sisters are so [-]-handed.

Chang Wei's skills are not deep, but his cultivation has reached his current level, and he can easily draw the true meaning with his pen.

And this, for ordinary painters, is the least extravagant expectation.

"I'm going to town to buy ink now."

In a word, he ran away in a hurry.

Natasha looked at his running back and suddenly laughed.She knelt down and touched the two little ones: "Your master is a nice person, isn't he?"

"Ow!"

When Chang Wei came back, he only bought ink and white paper, ordinary ink and white paper.Brushes do not.

"Or forget it?" Natasha suggested cautiously.

"No." Chang Wei shook his head firmly.He found a small stick with thick and straight fingers, hollowed out one end with a knife, then grabbed the spot, picked the long hair on its body, plucked a handful, and made the spot scream.

"Look, isn't this the way to go?"

Chang Wei picked up the homemade brush and said proudly.

"Then, please let me appreciate your painting skills." Natasha folded her arms and stood aside pretty.

"Look."

Chang Wei spread out the white paper, poured out the ink, swiped the pen with the ink soaked, and danced on the white paper super freehand.

It seems that there is no drawing skills at all.

Natasha chuckled aside, but with a smile, surprise was revealed.

With splashes of ink, clusters of thick or light ink gradually outline a simple and blurred figure and background.

Chang Wei dropped the pen, picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, poof, the water mist covered the ink, and in a moment, Natasha, a landscape of ink and wash full of oriental charm, appeared in front of him.

That face seemed a little different, but it clearly painted Natasha's energy and spirit!

Anyone who knows Natasha just by looking at it will know that it is her in the painting, not someone else.

Natasha's eyes sparkled, she opened her mouth, and sighed for a long time: "Can you give it to me?"

"It's just for you, why not?" Chang Wei rolled up the painting with dried ink, and handed it to Natasha: "I rarely draw, and my skills are shallow.

"No." Natasha hugged the scroll, cherishing it, and said seriously: "You draw very well, much better than me."

Chang Wei scratched his head and smirked.

"How do you know how to draw?" Natasha asked him, "I never knew it before."

"My father likes ink and wash landscapes. I learned it before, and then..." Chang Wei said.

Natasha understood.

"The great ups and downs in life may make people sink and decadent, but it will also make people suddenly enlightened." Natasha said: "Congratulations."

Chang Wei smiled.

It may be possible to be enlightened and enlightened. After all, Chang Weili lived for the third generation.But definitely not in painting.

In the evening, after dinner, Chang Wei put away the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Natasha lay lazily on the sofa watching TV.

She felt that such a day was too comfortable.Here, although there are mostly acting, there is a kind of peace and tranquility.

This is different from any previous mission.

Staring blankly at the TV screen, Natasha was absent-minded for a long time.She wanted to see Chang Wei, but hesitated.Hearing the faint sound of water and the clink of tableware, she suddenly decided to leave.

"I can't disturb his life, it's hurting him." She was depressed in her heart, and it was rare that there was a trace of sadness.

Chang Wei cleaned up the housework, then mopped the floor and wiped the table. After finishing work, he returned to the sofa and sat down, meeting Natasha's fixed eyes.

Chang Wei shook his hands but couldn't stop the look.

"what happened?"

Natasha stood up suddenly, pulled Chang Wei up and walked to the bedroom.

"What are you doing?!"

(End of this chapter)