There was a sound from the Teng umbrella, and then something fell at my feet.
I saw that it turned out to be a palette, and then I took off my umbrella. Sure enough, the umbrella was stained with paint.
A small head poked out of the window on the second floor. He looked at me and the paint on the umbrella.
"Sorry, I'm drawing."
I looked at the paint on the umbrella and said to him, "You drew a beautiful picture."
A lovely smile appeared on the head and face on the second floor.
I picked up the palette and motioned to him.
"Please wait a moment," he said, and then hurried downstairs.
After receiving the palette I handed him, he quickly said "thank you".
Then when I turned to leave, he stopped me in a hurry.
"I draw on it. Want to go up and have a look? "
I just wandered around to pass the rainy day, thought for a moment and said "of course".
I walked with him from the side stairs to his drawing window on the second floor. I saw a bracket drawing board in front of the window. There is a drawing paper on the drawing board. There are some brushes on the windowsill, and there is a small bucket filled with water under the windowsill.
Through the window, the scenery of the opposite street came face to face, and the drizzle added a different flavor.
He took me to the front of his painting, which only drew some vague outlines and used various colors, but it could be seen that it was the scene across the street.
"I just started."
I watched quietly.
"I often do some painting exercises, and I like painting very much."
"It must be interesting to draw strange scenery."
"I often draw some unexpected effects, which is very interesting."
"After hearing what you said, I can't wait to see your drawings."
"I hope this is a good painting, too."
As he spoke, he adjusted the paint and began to write.
At first, I stood beside him and watched him draw. Like him, I watched the drawing paper and the street view opposite for a while.
But gradually I feel depressed and sleepy.
I pulled up a big leather chair, and not far behind the easel, I could see him drawing.
I lay in the chair and watched him scribble on the drawing paper. Gradually, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, my consciousness changed from clear to fuzzy, and finally I completely lost myself.
"Ah, it's done."
I was awakened by the cheers in my ears.
He is looking at the finished painting with appreciation, and the brush is still in his hand.
I got up and stepped forward, and he looked at me excitedly.
The scenery on the drawing paper becomes clear from blur.
I saw a street scene in the rain on the drawing paper, but there was another scene, that is, a boy walking in the street with an umbrella, and the boy's umbrella was stained with paint.
"This is our job."
"I walked into the painting."
"Ha ha, now we just need an author's signature."
He signed a "T" on the corner of the painting with a brush and handed it to me.
I picked up the brush, looked into his real eyes and added a "W" after the "T".
We are both very happy to stand side by side in front of this painting.
This is a pleasure for children.
This is a story about the paint on an umbrella in rainy days.