Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

"Jiang Yafei, Jiang Yaning, Jiang Weimin is so good to you!"

"Yes! Each of you has drawn 8 pictures, and there are three styles that were not available last time. I have made a picture book for you."

"Yes, you are really so lucky!" A group of little girls were amazed and chattering there.

"Jiang Yafei, when will Jiang Weimin start drawing for us?"

"I'm here to inform you that the first batch of people will gather at the square at 5 pm today, and Jiang Weimin will draw your portraits at that time; as for the second batch, it will be arranged tomorrow, and the process will be the same as today."

If Jiang Weimin saw Jiang Yafei instructing Jiang Shan and arranging everyone here, he would definitely say that Political Commissar Jiang is indeed Political Commissar Jiang and already has the aura of being the political commissar in the retirement home.

"Yafei, I want to draw one too."

"No problem. Bring the comic book here tomorrow and I'll ask Jiang Weimin to help you draw it the day after tomorrow."

At this time, someone else proposed to draw a picture album. Jiang Yafei took a look and found that it was Wang Liya, the daughter of Captain Wang.

"This album requires eight drawings, which would require eight picture books. Do you really have that many?"

"Of course! My elder brother and second brother have a lot of picture books. I will bring them all here tomorrow." Wang Liya said confidently.

"Well, then I'll arrange for you to paint the day after tomorrow."

At this time, Zhao Xiaojuan said, "Sister Yafei, I want to draw another new style that just came out today."

Jiang Yafei glanced at her, and for some reason she just couldn't like her.

"Sure, but you can only sit in the back row," Jiang Yafei replied.

"Jiang Yafei, there's me, there's me!" The scene was filled with noise.

"Don't be anxious, come one by one." Jiang Yafei comforted everyone.

Jiang Dehua and Zhang Guiying were coming back from buying groceries and happened to pass by here. Zhang Guiying looked over curiously.

"What are they doing there? Why is it so lively?"

"Hey, sister-in-law, they must be showing off the paintings Jiang Weimin drew for them outside!"

"This boy Jiang Weimin can also paint? I usually see him looking listless, I didn't expect he can also paint!" Zhang Guiying was amazed.

"No, he's either reading comic books or drawing when he's in class at school. His mom has told him several times, but he just won't listen."

"Oh, why do you care so much? Everyone has his own way of living. Maybe your Jiang Weimin will become a great painter in the future!"

"Sister-in-law, please don't say that. Wei Min said that the paintings he drew were only at the level of an elementary school student. If others heard it, they would definitely laugh their heads off."

"You can't say that nonsense!

"Sister-in-law, Wei Min also drew a picture for me. I think it looks better than the real me. I'll go back and show it to you later."

"Okay, I want to see what a painting that is more beautiful than the real person looks like."

Dinner, at Wang Zhenbiao’s home, a family of three is having dinner.

"Do you know? Jiang Weimin can draw, and he draws really well. Today Jiang Dehua brought me the painting Jiang Weimin drew for him, and it's even more beautiful than the real person."

"Jiang Defu's son has this ability?" Wang Zhenbiao looked doubtful.

“No, it’s a great painting.”

"Mom, what you said is true. Jiang Weimin is so good at drawing that he is just a flower boy." Wang Haiyang also looked unconvinced.

"Don't underestimate people. Jiang Weimin's painting of Jiang Dehua is indeed very good," Zhang Guiying waved her hand.

"Then I have to see what his painting looks like!" Wang Haiyang was full of curiosity at this moment.

After dinner, Wang Haiyang ran to the roof and sat down. After waiting for a while, he saw Jiang Weimin coming back from outside and quickly called Jiang Weimin.

"Jiang Weimin heard that you can draw!"

"Brother Haiyang, I'm just drawing for fun."

"How about drawing a picture for me?" Wang Haiyang still wanted to see what Jiang Weimin's paintings were like.

"Okay, but I'll exchange one drawing for one picture book. Brother Haiyang, if you agree, I'll draw for you."

"Then draw a picture for me. If it's not good, I won't give you the book." Wang Haiyang looked indifferent.

"Brother Haiyang, please wait a moment. I'll be there soon." Jiang Weimin walked towards the next yard with a drawing board.

"Brother Haiyang, just stand on the roof! I'll draw it for you like this."

Jiang Weimin carefully describes the surrounding environment and then portrays the characters in detail.

He skillfully uses light, shadow and color to make the whole picture more three-dimensional and vivid, as if one can feel the wind blowing.

Finally, he carefully sculpted the character's facial features, making them more cold and three-dimensional, and the kind of handsomeness that makes people admire at first glance is about to emerge.

After about 20 minutes of careful drawing and detailed coloring, Jiang Weimin finally completed his painting.

Jiang Weimin carefully packed up his painting tools, then waved to Wang Haiyang who was standing on the ladder, and shouted excitedly: "Brother Haiyang, I'm done! You can come down and take a look!"

Wang Haiyang heard Jiang Weiweimin's call and slowly climbed down the ladder.

While rubbing his sore legs, he walked over to Jiang Weimin, looked at the work in his hands, and asked curiously: "How is the painting? It took me so long that my legs are numb."

Jiang Weimin smiled confidently, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Brother Haiyang! My composition and artistic conception this time are definitely at the entry level!"

Wang Haiyang took the painting handed to him by Jiang Weimin with some doubt, but when his eyes fell on the canvas, his eyes lit up.

In the picture, a lifelike boy is standing on the roof, holding a book in his hands, his eyes are deep and firm, as if he is looking into the distance.

"Wow, is this really me? This painting is so artistic!" Wang Haiyang looked at the picture carefully and was deeply attracted.

"Come with me and get the comic books. I'll give you two of these pictures. You can pick whichever you like."

Wang Haiyang looked at Jiang Weimin at this time and felt a sense of intimacy, as if this young man could understand him? Was this the painter's keen intuition?

If Jiang Weimin could hear Wang Haiyang's inner voice, he would definitely say, "What a bullshit intuition! I've watched the TV series 800 times, and I still don't know who you are."

Wang Haiyang is an alternative among the island children. He is very confident, has his own independent thinking and opinions, and is also very determined and persevering.

Although he participated in the children's fights many times in the play, he did not take the initiative to participate, but appeared as a mediator. More often, he always appeared on the roof of his house.

On the roof, he mainly did three things: helping his mother with work, reading and thinking. These were the three main things. Maybe he also just kept an eye on Yafei silently.

Wang Haiyang has lofty goals in life, and his ideal is to become a pilot.

Later his dream was shattered, but he had a spirit of never giving up. He did not join the army like most of the children in the army. He would rather go to the countryside to receive training.

Later, after studying hard, he was admitted to Peking University after the resumption of the college entrance examination.

This is not accidental. Think about it, in the environment and atmosphere of that era, most people followed the crowd and believed that studying was useless, and Wang Haiyang was one of the very few.

Wang Haiyang has always maintained an interest and passion in reading and knowledge, which enabled him to be admitted to Peking University after the resumption of the college entrance examination.

When Jiang Weimin walked into Wang Haiyang's study, his face was full of envy.

"Brother Haiyang, you have so many comic strips, and they are so complete! They are all complete sets.

Whether it is "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin", "Journey to the West", or famous series such as "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", there are even many comic books on the theme of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. It really has everything!"

Then, Jiang Weimin said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Haiyang, these are complete sets. It would be bad for me to take one away, right?"

Wang Haiyang waved his hand generously, "Take it, take it, I don't care about these anymore anyway."

Jiang Weimin was very happy to hear this, but then he smiled again and leaned closer to whisper, "Brother Haiyang, if I draw a few more pictures for you, can you give me the entire set of Dream of the Red Chamber?"

As he spoke, he stared at Wang Haiyang closely, with anticipation glittering in his eyes.

"There are 19 volumes in the entire Dream of the Red Chamber. I roughly calculated that you would need to draw me 10 paintings of this quality!"

"Okay, no problem," Jiang Weimin agreed immediately.

Jiang Weimin was very fond of the comic book Dream of the Red Chamber. This comic book was published from 1953 to 1956, with a total of 19 volumes. The creation history of this comic book itself reflects the development process of comic book art in New China.

When organizing the painting creation of Dream of Red Mansions, more than 10 famous artists were invited to create and model the characters in the book. They are particularly good at classical characters.

With careful preparation, joint collaboration and meticulous craftsmanship in all aspects, this set of books finally became a classic representative work of New China's comic strips.

In their writings, all living beings are portrayed vividly, with the beauty of lines, the charm of characters, and the meticulous display of scenery all stunning.

Moreover, this comic book set is one of the most valuable for subsequent collections. A good one could be worth more than one million after 2000.

Of course Jiang Weimin didn’t do it for the money, he just liked it.