The painter begins to look at life with a different eye, seeing the beauty in trivial objects: a pebble, a land ... is not intentional, but now he draws the real people of each person, Do not draw the people they want themselves like the 9:00 pm / 11: 54 South - I will not wake up - Painter Vermilion thinks so immediately see that I will not sleep again. - That's all, I will Do not sleep anymore
. But now no one can make me open your eyes. I will know what I will see. The glass debris is filled with floors, framed frames, the portraits are torn apart
Before, he used to live in prosperity and leisurely. The nobility of the court, the hands The rich tastes throughout the day and forgot the room of him to be portraits. But the years later, he discovered the most deepest tips of the profession. The painter begins to look at life with a different eye, seeing the beauty in trivial objects: a pebble, a land ... is not intentional, but now he draws the real people of each person, Do not draw the people they want themselves like that. The most special thing, the painter doesn't think about it. It keeps going on. The coward, who draws a cowardly drawing, although these people have puffed the chest, lobsters try to make a courageous look
The handicap is tolerate. Liar people, though he persuades everyone That's not looking out in this kingdom a more honist person, still appears on a liar person. It is necessary to say, these customers can see their portraits. Vermilion also managed to live through the day. But the darkest day came, and the furniture didn't break the time. Ladies now and then white hands, the room is still saved. But the incident happened That, you will probably ask. That day, he was with him. Early, Chenicer specialized in making a sweet cake for the king to ask him a portrait painter. He has a smooth cheeks, and a very gentle smile. But because he is a cruel name, greedy, so he shaped on the portrait. - this is humiliating me, not What portrait! The pastry cheak shouted. I pulled a painter to face the big mirror hanging on the wall. Hey, the appliance. You look at my two gentle cheeks, my honest nose, and two lovely ears, my condition! You try to see me as a cute guy like this! A very friendly, close-handed hand. Yet you draw me! You swear my portrait! Molder of the pastry closed, left, didn't pay a penny. Tired of tiredness, Vermilion went out to walk a little bit. Overcome the bridge on the old river And go to the square of the faucet of spraying forgot. The sky is diving behind the bright roof of the royal palace, the sun is like a hot pan without hand-held. - What a sad, empty. A sun in the sky is not cloudy. Dang thought: Clouds make the sunset more beautiful. Unfortunately, the people in this city have never seen a beautiful sunset. Maybe they stabbed out irritably, bored ... the painter looked at the sky and suddenly gasped. The sky was different. A cloud is passing through the city. It sounds like the sky is playing, singing the song jubilantly. The clouds are very slender and like a lace. The sunlight illuminated from the bottom up, covering it a dazzling yellow. Also to think: - It looks like a swan, or a sailboat. Not, maybe like a lace dress. Yes, that's right. A shirt with the smooth lace type. Other clouds have just been behind it. This is like something small. Like a three-legged dog, it has to look around. He wanted someone to admire that miracle. But then it was not a shadow around. The rich house now went to sleep. "Sleeping a lot, drinking less", the maxim of them is. Next, the people in the neighborhoods of the neighborhood shot, who is lying from the bed, who is sitting, standing up. Every house has the expenditure that falls or rolls on the floor. The chef's chef dropped the sedative bottle on the projection of the old bed, an object was very quiet, smooth, from needing the potion of the medicine --- Ding! Wake up! Doong! Wake up! Reng! Let's go out! The big bell on the city bell tower rang. - Mau up! Hurry up! Mau up! The small bells are bronze. It is difficult to guess this disturbance is caused by painter Vermilion. He climbed the bell tower, causing that daring incident. Instance, a crowd gathered in the square. All streets that led to the square are ridiculous at night hats, the pairs of slippers going in the house. People ask each other: - What is it? - Fire house? - The earthquake? - Echot? What do the bell do? - Lieutenced Lieutenant Lam Quan asked the painter. In a hurry to ran out, he carried the pillow and now forced it to be burned. From on the bell tower, the painter LA: - See the summoning session . Dịch vụ:
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