The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly

Chapter 943 - 365: My Sister Is Reborn (Part 9)_2

But, while realistic, it still had a few more unique feelings than a photograph.

Perhaps, that’s what is called artistic flair!

Anyway, Tian Shumin just felt that her Tiantian’s paintings were excellent.

"Yes, it’s my painting. It’s been a while since I held a brush; my hands are a bit clumsy. It’s not very good, but at least I found some feeling!"

He Tiantian was not being boastful, just stating the truth.

She suddenly gained superb painting skills, whether in sketching, watercolor, or oil painting, reaching a certain standard.

But her physical body hadn’t been truly practiced.

When she first picked up the pencil, she wasn’t quite accustomed to it.

After drawing a few strokes and wasting two sheets of paper, she finally felt it.

"Wow, to be able to paint at such a level after not painting for so long, that’s already amazing!"

Tian Shumin was very excited and continuously praised her.

Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she ran to the door, shouting loudly: "Old He, Old He, come quickly. Look at our daughter’s painting!"

Mr. He, He Guotai, had also slept enough.

He wouldn’t usually nap for so long.

But after sustaining himself in the hospital for the past week, he was exhausted.

He had another drink at noon today, fatigue and alcohol combined, He Guotai fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he found the room had darkened.

Just as He Guotai was about to get up, he heard his wife’s loud voice.

"Coming!"

The still dazed He Guotai instantly became alert, he dressed while shouting: "Wife, what’s going on?"

"Come on, our Tiantian indeed has a talent for painting! My goodness, her painting is simply amazing!"

From afar, they could hear Tian Shumin’s excited voice.

His heart stirred, He Guotai quickened his pace, walked rapidly to his daughter’s bedroom.

"What painting? Our Tiantian is painting?"

He Guotai leaned in closer, stretched his neck to look at the sketch on the drawing board.

"Oh dear, isn’t this a bird’s nest, with little birds in it?"

He Guotai was just a regular guy, didn’t even attend college, let alone had any artistic refinement.

When his daughter wanted to paint, during breaks at home, he searched online using the family computer.

Anyway, he found some online artworks quite appealing, but couldn’t appreciate those random, ghostly ones.

To boldly say, He Guotai believed those so-called world-renowned painters’ works weren’t as good as Tiantian’s pencil sketch.

At least, he could instantly recognize what it was.

No need for others to barrate about ingenious concepts or artistic meanings, he could understand it with his own eyes!

"Yes, it’s the bird’s nest outside our window—"

Tian Shumin excitedly pointed at the branch outside, trying to explain the source of this creation to her husband.

But as she mentioned "outside the window," Tian Shumin abruptly remembered the serious matter.

She quickly turned her head to look at He Tiantian, puzzled and somewhat anxious, "Tiantian, you were staring out the window while painting; what were you doing?"

Indeed, how did she forget about this?

The thought that her daughter was gazing out of the window, half her body nearly hanging out, made Tian Shumin worry if her daughter was distressed.

"Oh, you mean that!"

He Tiantian casually replied, "While painting, I suddenly found the color and texture of those leaves very intriguing!"

"Also, when I first noticed it, it wasn’t dark yet; the orange-red sunlight shining down, casting fascinating shadows beneath the leaves."

"In the shadows, the colors and textures of the leaves seemed different, as if they became three-dimensional..."

As He Tiantian continued, her gaze shifted to the outside again.

Now that it was already dark outside, there was no sunlight, but there was a layer of moonlight.

Under this soft white light, the leaves seemed different again.

He Tiantian stared, as if trying to see through every chlorophyll in those leaves.

He Guotai & Tian Shumin:...

The couple stared at their daughter in shock, she was talking about Cloud Mountain earlier, and now she started daydreaming again?

Seeing her daughter’s absent-minded look again, Tian Shumin’s heart was pounding hard.

She sought help from her husband, not daring to speak loudly, fearing to disturb her daughter, could only mouth exaggeratedly, silently saying: "Husband, what should we do?"