Chapter 1670 The Only Gain

"grandmother."

The young man's eyes searched the painting for a while.

Soon, his eyes lit up.

found it.

After all, he stared at the painting for a long time last night.

He already knew exactly where the monster was.

"Look here."

The young man pointed his finger in the air.

“Have you seen this before?”

"Ah, where?"

The old man bent down and moved closer to the painting.

"this."

The young man squatted down and asked, "Did you see it?"

"Thatched hut, and this back figure."

"There's someone playing the piano in the room."

"what?!"

The old man opened his eyes wide and said, "I see."

"This"

The old man unconsciously wanted to use his hands to stroke the scene in front of him.

"grandmother."

The young man stopped the old man, "Don't touch it."

He was worried that the ink would be rubbed off. If this affected the effect of the painting, he would be so crying that he wouldn't know where to go.

"oh oh."

The old man curled his fingers.

His face showed surprise and confusion.

"strangeness."

“I don’t think I’ve seen these before…”

“Did these already exist?”

The old man looked at the young man.

"I do not know."

The young man shook his head. “A friend of mine found it and pointed it out to me.”

"I was surprised, too."

"I have obviously seen this painting many times, but if my friend hadn't pointed it out, I would never have noticed it."

"Yes."

The old man murmured, "Don't mention you, I haven't seen it either."

“Are these already here?”

"Really……"

"But."

The old man reached out and rubbed his forehead.

When people get older, it’s hard for them to think about things.

Just now, she just recalled her previous memories of this painting and her head started to hurt.

"grandmother."

The young man helped the old man sit down on the chair behind the drawing table. "If you can't think of it, forget it."

"Don't force yourself."

The old man smiled bitterly.

"As people grow old, they are no longer useful."

“But this painting”

The old woman shook her head. "I don't think Grandma knows what you want to ask."

The young man probably figured it out.

But I still feel a little unwilling.

"Grandma, didn't you see Grandpa painting this picture?"

My grandpa and grandma have a very good relationship.

When grandpa was painting, if grandma had nothing to do, she would sit by and quietly accompany grandpa.

Therefore, my grandmother personally watched the creation of most of my grandfather’s paintings.

So, what about this one?

When grandpa was painting this picture, was grandma watching him?

“This one…”

The old man fell into deep thought.

"what."

The old man suddenly shouted.

The young man was a little startled, "Grandma, what's wrong?"

"I remembered."

The wrinkles on the old man's face smoothed out, "I drew this picture watching your grandfather."

"This painting is a confident work of your grandfather."

"Your grandfather would be so proud."

"He was showing off the painting outside."

Thinking of that scene, the old man shook his head with amusement.

What an old kid.

Grandma watched Grandpa draw this picture.
The old man's words made the young man believe Xiao Xiao's words a little more. This painting passed through the hands of two people.

Since my grandmother, who was watching my grandfather paint, had never seen this scene before.
"Did Grandpa ever change this painting later?"

The young man suddenly thought of something.

"Maybe Grandpa got some inspiration later and added these things?"

The old man hesitated and shook his head.

"Your grandfather doesn't like to change his finished paintings."

"He said it would be better to just paint a new one instead of changing it over and over again."

"I don't remember seeing or hearing him say he changed the painting."

"Is that so?"

The young man was a little disappointed.

Doesn’t grandma know more?
"Maybe we just didn't notice it at first?"

The old man shook his head.

"It's just such a small piece after all."

“The brushstrokes are also light.”

"There's still water vapor and fog on the edge."

“Anyone who sees it will be attracted by the mountains and water.”

"How could you notice such an inconspicuous place?"

"Your friend also has sharp eyes."

The old man laughed and said, "He saw it all."

"In comparison, we really feel a little sorry for your grandfather."

"We haven't even finished looking at the painting he was most proud of."

"Grandma, did Grandpa say anything about this painting?"

The young man was somewhat unwilling.

If grandma also knows nothing, then the mystery about this painting will just remain a mystery.

He will probably never solve this mystery.

"Anything is fine."

“As long as it’s about this painting.”

The old man was somewhat puzzled by the young man's persistence.

However, seeing that her grandson seemed to care so much, she also wanted to respond to his expectations.

And then she figured it out, after all, she was young.

Young people are always more curious than old women like her.

She frowned in thought.

The young man held his breath unconsciously.

The old man knocked his head.

"No."

The old man smiled bitterly, "I can't think of anything more."

"I just remember that your grandfather was very happy and proud after finishing this painting. He even showed it to people everywhere and boasted about his skills."

"Also, your grandfather would always take out this painting and look at it every few days."

"I even laughed at him for that."

".Your grandfather regrets that he will never be able to paint a better picture than this one."

“It’s not even on the same level.”

"Your grandfather was troubled by this."

"During that period, your grandfather tore up a lot of his paintings."

"Really?"

The young man was very surprised, "I didn't know about this."

"You were still young then."

The old man smiled, "And we haven't even told your parents about this."

“We don’t want them to worry.”

"Your grandfather is just competing with himself."

"But then your grandfather figured it out."

"He said he was satisfied to be able to paint such a picture in his lifetime."

The old man's eyes were gentle, "Your grandfather attaches so much importance to this painting."

"I'm not someone who can keep secrets."

"Not to mention that he wouldn't change the painting at random"

"Even if he did change it, it was because he thought it would make the painting better."

"The painting has gotten better. Given your grandfather's personality, why wouldn't he tell us?"

“This is what the painting should have looked like.”

"It's just that our eyes don't seem to be very good."

The old man smiled and shook his head.

"grandfather."

The young man opened his mouth but didn't continue speaking.

He knew that his grandmother had told him everything she knew.

Although most of them were things he knew.

His only gain was that his grandfather also had times when he was troubled by painting.

So, even though it's a pity, I'm still a little reluctant.
But he knew he should give up.

Asking further would only make the old man worry.

(End of this chapter)