Quick Wear: The Happy Master is Not Happy

Chapter 233 On the Eve of Breakthrough

One day, they came to a mysterious forest, looking for inspiration and materials. However, they accidentally got lost. They began to panic and didn't know what to do. At this time, Lin Nuoyan suddenly took out a sketch paper and a paintbrush and began to draw the scene of the forest. He hoped that drawing would help them find a way out. The girl also joined in, and the two of them drew the beautiful scenery of the forest together. Gradually, they found that they had found the right direction.

However, when they walked out of the forest, they found that someone was destroying the natural environment. In a quiet town, Lin Nuoyan was a different child. They were very angry and sad because they loved nature and wanted to protect it. He was not as keen on playing and games as other children, but he had a special liking for painting. He especially liked to use pencils to draw vivid sketches on paper. So the two began to discuss this issue and decided to use their own brushes to promote the importance of environmental protection. They drew many posters, calling on people to protect nature and the environment.

One day, on a sunny afternoon, Lin Nuoyan sat in his small courtyard, holding an ordinary pencil in his hand and a sketchbook in front of him. Their paintings attracted people's attention and resonance, and many people began to join the environmental protection movement. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he wanted to integrate the whole world into his paintings.

In the process, Lin Nuoyan and the girl also encountered many difficulties and challenges. Some people did not understand their actions and even laughed at and slandered them.

At this time, the little girl Xiaoli from the neighbor's house came over curiously. "Lin Nuoyan, what are you drawing?" she asked. However, they did not give up, but strengthened their belief.

Lin Nuoyan did not look up, the pencil in his hand moved smoothly on the paper. "I'm drawing a sketch, a beautiful scenery." He answered softly. They believe that as long as they feel the beauty and importance of nature with their hearts, more people will be able to join the environmental protection action.

"What does the scenery look like? Can you show it to me?" Xiaoli asked curiously.

Eventually, their efforts paid off. More and more people began to pay attention to environmental issues and took actions to protect nature and the environment.

Lin Nuoyan nodded slightly and handed the sketchbook to Xiaoli. Lin Nuoyan and the girl's sketches became more and more famous, and many people began to appreciate their works and seek their guidance. He drew a lush forest with tall trees and sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows.

In this process, Lin Nuoyan and the girl also became more mature and strong. Xiaoli was fascinated and couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration. They learned how to face difficulties and challenges, and how to stick to their beliefs.

At this moment, a discordant voice broke the silence. "Lin Nuoyan, why don't you go and play with everyone? Their painting path is getting wider and wider, and they will continue to use their brushes to convey beauty and positive energy.

This is the sketching journey of Lin Nuoyan and the girl. What's the point of just knowing how to draw? "It turned out that Lin Nuoyan's parents came over and saw him drawing, and said in confusion.

The old man raised his head, glanced at Lin Nuoyan, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, little friend, do you like painting too?"

Lin Nuoyan nodded and said excitedly: "Yes, I like painting too, but I'm not good at it."

The old man encouraged: "Don't be discouraged. Painting requires patience and persistence. As long as you paint with your heart, you will be able to paint in your own style."

After listening to the old man's words, Lin Nuoyan was full of confidence. He asked the old man for advice on painting techniques, and the old man was happy to guide him.

From then on, Lin Nuoyan and the old man became good friends. In a small town, there was a little boy named Lin Nuoyan who had a special hobby - drawing sketches. The old man taught Lin Nuoyan how to observe the details of things and how to use colors and lines to express his emotions. He liked to observe the things around him since he was a child and depict them on paper with a brush. His sketches were very outstanding and people could not help but marvel at them. Lin Nuoyan was also very hardworking. He often took pencils and paper to the park and the fields to carefully draw every landscape.

One day, Lin Nuoyan came to the park and saw a beautiful scenery.

One day, Lin Nuoyan encountered difficulties while drawing a sketch. He immediately took out his sketchbook and pencil and started to draw. He drew a little girl, but he couldn't draw her spirit. He was so focused on drawing that it seemed as if the whole world was still. He felt very frustrated and even wanted to give up.

At this time, a girl came over and saw Lin Nuoyan's painting. At this time, the old man came over, saw his painting, and encouraged him, saying: "Don't give up. Painting requires setbacks and difficulties. As long as you persist, you will definitely be able to paint better works."

The old man's words cheered Lin Nuoyan up again. She was amazed at his painting skills and couldn't help but walk up to him and asked, "You paint so well, how did you learn it?"

Lin Nuoyan looked up and saw a sunny girl looking at him. He carefully observed the little girl's expression and movements, and carefully depicted her outline and details. Finally, he successfully drew the little girl's charm. He was a little shy, but still answered proudly: "I have loved painting since I was a child. My parents also support me and bought me a lot of brushes and paper."

The girl nodded,

As time went by, Lin Nuoyan's painting skills became more and more proficient. He expressed his understanding. His paintings were increasingly appreciated by people. She said: "I also like painting, but I am not as talented as you. However, he always remembered the old man's teachings and encouragement. He knew that it was the old man who taught him to persevere and paint with his heart. Can you teach me how to sketch?"

His eyes were focused and deep, as if he wanted to integrate the whole world into his painting. He couldn't help but exclaim: "You paint so well!"

The girl smiled shyly: "Thank you for the compliment, you draw very well too."

The two came together because of their common interest and began to exchange their experiences in painting.

At this time, the little girl Xiaoli from the neighbor's house came over curiously. "Lin Nuoyan, what are you drawing?" she asked. Lin Nuoyan told the girl that he likes to use pencils to depict the details of life, and every small object can bring him different feelings. The girl shared her use of colors and composition techniques.

Lin Nuoyan raised his head slightly, a smile on his face, "I'm sketching a beautiful scenery."

"What does the scenery look like? Can you show it to me?" Xiaoli asked curiously.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over and turned over several pages of the sketchbook in the girl's hand. On a bright day, Lin Nuoyan saw her unfinished work - a cute little girl feeding pigeons.

Lin Nuoyan nodded and handed her the sketchbook. On a spring afternoon, the sun shone through the treetops and shone on a little boy, he was Lin Nuoyan. Xiaoli flipped through the book, her eyes sparkling with surprise. "Wow, it's really beautiful! Lin Nuoyan is different from other children. He has a pair of eyes that can discover beauty and a pair of dexterous hands. He exclaimed: "This picture is so beautiful, can I help you complete it?"

The girl nodded and handed the sketchbook to Lin Nuoyan. He liked to use pencil to depict the world in his mind on paper, and every sketch was full of childish charm. He took the book, carefully observed the surrounding scenery, then picked up the pencil and gently sketched on the paper.

That day, Lin Nuoyan met a strange girl in the park. His brushstrokes were delicate, and the little girl in the picture was lifelike, as if she was really feeding pigeons. "You draw so well!"

At this moment, a provocative voice came. "Humph, it's just a few strokes, what's the big deal." A tall boy came over and looked at Lin Nuoyan's painting with disdain.

After the two collaborated to complete this painting, their friendship became even deeper.

Lin Nuoyan ignored him and continued to immerse himself in his own creation. The girl had long hair and eyes as bright as stars. She also held a sketchbook in her hand and was drawing attentively. Lin Nuoyan was deeply attracted by her and decided to take a closer look. They decided to participate in the school's sketching competition together.

"Hello, what are you drawing?" Lin Nuoyan asked curiously. In the process of preparing for the competition, the two encountered many difficulties, such as grasping the style of painting, choosing materials, etc. But they encouraged and helped each other and overcame one problem after another. Xiaoli was a little dissatisfied, "Don't go too far, Lin Nuoyan's painting is really great."

"What's the use of a stick? It can't be eaten." The boy said provocatively, trying to snatch Lin Nuoyan's sketchbook.

The competition finally arrived, and both Lin Nuoyan and the girl's works were well received by everyone.

The girl raised her head and smiled sweetly. "I'm drawing the cherry blossom tree in the park. Look, I'm outlining it."

Lin Nuoyan took a closer look and saw that the girl's sketching skills were very skillful, and every stroke was just right. Their works not only showed their talents, but also showed their friendship.

Lin Nuoyan held his work tightly, with a gleam of determination in his eyes. "This is my dream, and I will stick to it." His voice was immature but full of power. When the judges announced that they had won the first prize of the competition, the two hugged each other tightly, with tears of excitement in their eyes. He felt the courage to challenge: "I also like painting. Can I compete with you?"

The girl's eyes flashed with surprise, then she smiled and nodded: "Of course, I also want to see your work

From then on, Lin Nuoyan and the girl became best friends.

The boy was moved by his determination and silently put down the sketchbook in his hand. They painted together and explored the beauty of life together. ”

I want to learn, too.”

Lin Nuoyan nodded in agreement. He patiently explained: "When sketching, you need to observe carefully and pay attention to the thickness of the lines and the changes in shadows." He picked up a pencil and demonstrated.

Just then, a discordant voice interrupted them. "Xiao Li, don't waste your time on him. What's the use of his paintings? You might as well study more." This was Xiao Li's mother. She always paid attention to practical matters and did not understand Lin Nuoyan's hobbies.

Xiaoli's eyes dimmed, and Lin Nuoyan felt a little disappointed. But he did not give up, because he knew that his passion could not be easily understood by the outside world.

"Auntie, painting is very important to me." Lin Nuoyan said firmly, "It makes me happy."

"What's the use of happiness? On a spring afternoon, the sun shines through the treetops and shines on a little boy, Lin Nuoyan. Can it be eaten as food?" Xiaoli's mother asked back. Lin Nuoyan is different from other children. He has a pair of eyes that discover beauty and a pair of dexterous hands.

"Happiness is a kind of power. It enables me to persist in doing what I like." Lin Nuoyan's answer was full of sincerity.

Xiaoli stood aside, secretly cheering for Lin Nuoyan. He liked to use pencil to depict the world in his mind on paper, and every sketch carried his dream and passion.

That day, Lin Nuoyan met a strange girl in the park. She knew that although Lin Nuoyan's paintings were not understood by adults, in his world, those lines and colors had infinite vitality.

As time went by, Lin Nuoyan still insisted on his dream of painting. The girl had long hair, bright eyes like stars, and a sketchbook in her hand. His painting skills became more and more sophisticated, and his sketches became more and more fascinating. The two fell in love at first sight, and sat on a bench in the park and began to exchange their paintings. Xiaoli became his assistant, helping him grind pigments and spread paper.