I entered a room with my personal belongings only a few square meters overnight, and suddenly found that the items on the bed were not neat. It was already1mid-October, and it rained continuously, so I didn't dare to make do, so I got on the bus to Huangjueping. I told her on the phone that I was going to spend the night in her dormitory, so I hung up the phone in a hurry. With the rotation of the wheel, the past scenes flashed in front of us.
My daughter has been a little girl who loves beauty since childhood. She likes to wear beautiful and personalized clothes and admire herself in the mirror. Food is also her favorite. When I was two or three years old, when I couldn't hold a pen with my little hands, I was keen on painting. At the age of eight, in order to learn painting, she stubbornly dragged me to send her to an art class. Considering that studying art will cost a lot of money, and considering that she is just on a whim, I dare not promise her easily. She cried and made up her mind to me that she would not give up painting easily. In a blink of an eye, my daughter 16 years old, senior three. What is rare is that she is determined and still regards painting as the happiest thing. She is determined to enter the Academy of Fine Arts, and began to study pre-test professional courses in art training schools this summer.
When I arrived at my daughter's training school, it was already ten o'clock at night, just after class was over, and the students walked out of the school gate one after another. Seeing that my daughter didn't come out, I stood in front of the exhibition board and enjoyed the students' art works and teachers' comments.
My daughter's two female classmates recognized me, greeted me warmly and took me upstairs to find my daughter. I declined their kindness, because I knew there were still many students left in the classroom, and my daughter didn't like them to see me. After reading the exhibition board, my daughter has never been seen, and my daughter's phone can't be dialed. I went upstairs and saw my daughter waving her little black hands and happily explaining the composition of a painting to two students. She stopped talking when she saw me, pulled me out and scolded me for rushing into the studio to make other students look bad.
I am a little unhappy to see that my daughter doesn't seem to welcome me very much, and I don't know what to say. My daughter put the pencil case and sketch folder into my hand, washed her hands under the tap in a hurry, and turned to me and said, "When you called me, I was taking an exam, and I didn't catch what you said on the phone at all. After I put the phone down, I couldn't feel the painting hand. " Hearing that my daughter seemed to blame me for being an uninvited guest, I felt very guilty: "I shouldn't call you in class …" My daughter changed the subject when she saw that I had admitted my mistake: "Mom, have you eaten? I am too busy to eat. " I know that in order to save money to buy painting tools, my daughter often eats dinner and supper together, and has lost five or six pounds in less than a month.
It's almost eleven o'clock at night, and the children haven't eaten dinner yet. How can a mother not feel bad? "What do you want to eat? Mom will take you to eat something good! " At that moment, I filled up with a lot of money.
My daughter took me to a noodle restaurant, but fortunately the boss hasn't closed the stall yet. My daughter ordered a bowl of vegetarian Daoxiao Noodles, which was steaming hot and quickly finished. I carefully studied the way my daughter wolfed down and was burned several times, and I felt a strange feeling in my heart. My daughter has always been a lady, and she is very picky and meticulous in eating. I have never seen her eat in such a hurry.
At the same time, I also found that my daughter, who has always attached great importance to image, has changed, and there are obvious traces of pencil ash on her cheeks and chin. I laughed that she had become a black-faced cat, but she didn't mind at all, and didn't even take out a small mirror and wipe it with a paper towel as quickly as before. I know my daughter is used to getting her face dirty in high-intensity training. Suddenly I exclaimed, "Why is your arm bleeding?" She smiled at me calmly but strangely: "A little blood is nothing, don't worry." I suddenly realized and smiled: "That's the paint I made when I was painting!" " Scared me. "Then she held out a slender beautiful hands. She pointed out the marks made by the pencil sharpener and the calluses worn by the pen. Small hands became rough, palms and fingers turned gray-black, and her long nails were stained with paint: "No matter how you wash these hands, you have to use strokes after washing." From eight o'clock in the morning to early morning, you are almost always dealing with brushes except eating. "I asked her why she didn't cut off her nails. She said that she always liked to draw with her long nails on paper. That's a good feeling. After cutting it, she can't find it. " Then keep it! "Seeing the price my daughter paid for her favorite career, I stopped objecting to her growing long nails for the first time.
Under the street lamp, my daughter took my arm with her little black hand and walked to her residence.
On the way, I wanted to buy her some fruit, but she stopped me. I want to buy some snacks for her to put in the dormitory, but she doesn't agree. I'm curious how my daughter, who has always liked snacks, suddenly lost interest in delicious food.
Back to the dormitory, my daughter didn't rush to wash, but picked up the sketch book of her upper bunk classmates and read it carefully. She also sharpened two pencils and copied them down. Then I remembered that my daughter said that she would finish some sketches every night when she came back from class.
I picked up the white plush dog that my daughter left in the corner and played with it. I couldn't help laughing: "How can there be a gangster road made by pencil ash on this puppy's face!" "This puppy's mouth is as black as yours!" Several girls in my roommate make fun of the only daughter who belongs to the dog and likes to play with dog toys, while the heartless daughter just smiles and doesn't respond much to their "provocation". The dark little hand didn't stop working on the sketch paper, and several lifelike characters were instantly active in her pen.
Take a look at the picture, and then look at the daughter with a happy smile. I feel that her dirty little face is particularly beautiful and lovely.