Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

Jiang Weimin came to the yard and set up the drawing board, which was made by a carpenter in the army.

The one painted with tung oil is no different from the one bought. It is simple and generous. It is a reward from Jiang Weimin for painting to the families of martyrs.

"Cousin, please sit down in the pavilion and follow this posture." He then guided An Yi to sit down.

After the poses were ready, Jiang Weimin asked An Yi about her favorite colors, mixed the colors, and prepared to start painting.

As time passed, Jiang Weimin finally finished the painting and carefully took it off the drawing board.

"Cousin, the painting is done, you can come and take a look."

An Yi walked over excitedly, took the painting and looked at it carefully.

There was a gleam of surprise in An Yi's eyes.

This portrait seemed to make her see a brand new self, beautiful and moving.

In this painting, an exquisite pavilion is located deep in a quiet garden. Inside the pavilion, a girl sits quietly, like a beautiful painting.

The girl was wearing a lavender skirt, the sleeves of which swayed in the wind. The silver thread patterns embroidered on the skirt sparkled in the sunlight, like scattered stars.

In the whole picture, the girl, the pavilion and the surrounding environment are integrated into one, which is so beautiful and dreamy that it is intoxicating.

"This is so beautiful! Cousin Weimin."

"As long as you like it, cousin. You guys will be staying for a few more days anyway, so I'll find time to draw two more for you."

"Thank you, cousin Weimin, I love it so much."

Jiang Weimin had just put away his drawing board when he heard Jiang Dehua's anxious shout from inside the room and hurried over to check.

Jiang Defu was seen supporting Ding Jiqun and vomiting loudly beside the pool.

At this time Jiang Dehua ran out anxiously and quickly took Ding Jiqun from Jiang Defu?

"Get out of the way. Why did you let him drink so much?" he said as he patted Ding Jiqun on the back.

"I didn't ask him to drink so much, he drank it on his own. Besides, we drank a lot too!"

"Then why didn't you get drunk? How did you get him drunk? Really?" Jiang Dehua looked angry.

"Wipe your mouth, wipe your mouth," he said, handing Ding Jiqun a towel.

"Give him a glass of water!" Jiang Dehua shouted at Jiang Defu. At this time, Jiang Weimin quickly brought him a glass of water.

Jiang Dehua took the water and said to Ding Jiqun gently, "Brother Ding, drink some water and rinse your mouth. Is that ok?"

"It's okay, I feel much better after spitting it out."

Seeing his aunt taking care of Uncle Ding tenderly, Jiang Weimin couldn't help but sigh, "Aunt is so good to Uncle Ding!" It's a pity that Ding Jiqun now wants to find someone educated.

She is now in love with assistant dentist Wu. All she needs is the final help from her father Jiang Defu. The day when her aunt will finally get married is not far away.

As night falls, the moon hangs high in the sky, casting a peaceful glow. Inside the house, the soft light illuminates every corner of the room, making Jiang Weidong's house look particularly warm.

At this moment, An Yi was sitting by the bed, holding a scroll tightly in her hands, with a happy and satisfied smile on her face. She stared at the scroll intently, as if she was immersed in it and couldn't extricate herself.

"Okay, stop looking at it. The painting won't run away." An Tai, who was standing aside, couldn't help laughing as he looked at his wife's fascinated look.

"It's so beautiful! Is this really me? I admire my cousin Weimin so much." An Yi raised her head, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Wei Min does have a talent for painting. He also painted the family portrait in the living room."

Just then, An Tai staggered into the room, looking a little drunk.

"What are you two talking about? It's so late and you're still not asleep." An Tai said as he staggered to the bed and sat down.

"We are discussing Jiang Weimin's paintings. They are so good that your daughter is so excited that she can't sleep."

"Oh? Really?" An Tai came over curiously, and when he saw the scroll in An Yi's hand, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The girl in the picture has a peaceful and gentle face, eyebrows like a crescent moon, and eyes as bright as stars. It is hard to believe that she is my daughter.

As a worldly-wise man, he was no stranger to works of art, but at this moment he was also attracted by this painting.

What surprised him most was not Jiang Weimin's painting skills, but his unique insight into the use of colors.

"The color combination is really good, it makes An Yi look even more beautiful!"

"What are you talking about? Our daughter is already very beautiful." An Tai said with a smile.

"Yes, she is beautiful and her painting is beautiful too. Put it away quickly!" her father urged her.

An Yi carefully rolled up the painting and gently put it aside. Then, she climbed onto the bed and lay on it, her heart filled with joy and excitement.

"Be polite when you're at someone else's house and don't sleep in," An Tai warned.

"I know. I'll get up early." An Yi replied.

However, even though it was late, she couldn't fall asleep. Her mind kept replaying what happened during the day and the beautiful painting. She tossed and turned, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet? You have to get up early tomorrow." Mother asked softly.

"Okay, I understand, Mom." An Yi responded, but her thoughts were still drifting away.