Jiang Quan guessed this based on the paint in Meng Fu's house.
The Yu family has been a scholar for generations and has a high prestige in T City. Yu Yong is also an artist, dabbling in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He has a high reputation in the Go and painting circles and holds many positions.
Many art lovers come to T City specifically to look for Yu Yongqiu's paintings.
It's just that Jiang Xinchen did not inherit the artistic talent of the Yu family, but Jiang Xinran showed great talent in this area. The Yu and Jiang families trained her carefully. The Jiang family thought at first that Jiang Xinran had followed the Yu family's artistic talent.
Later, Jiang Xinran's identity was exposed, which made the Jiang family feel very sorry. However, for those who study art, it is not easy to find a satisfactory student.
Jiang Xinran is obviously the one who makes the Yu family very satisfied. Even if Jiang Xinran is not the daughter of the Jiang family, they still treat Jiang Xinran as their own.
Hearing that Meng Fu knew how to draw, Yu Yong glanced at Meng Fu.
Even Jiang Xinchen couldn't help but look at Meng Fu, obviously not convinced that painting requires patience and talent.
Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Xinran's hand holding the phone paused.
Yu Yong put down the tea cup. He was nearly fifty years old, with a meticulous appearance and a certain spiritual aura of a great scholar. When he looked at Meng Fu, his expression was a little dull: "What kind of painting did you learn?"
The two people were talking, and Jiang Quan looked at Meng Fu nervously, hoping she wouldn't say "draw a talisman."
Jiang Xinran lowered her eyes and drank water, her ears always paying attention to Meng Fu's answer.
The hall fell silent.
Meng Fu sat on the sofa and had no interest in anyone else. She glanced at Jiang Quan and said, "Chinese painting."
The Yu family is not weak in artistic talent. Yu Yong, the old man in the Yu family, is an old artist.
Jiang Quan breathed a sigh of relief as the chain did not slip at the critical moment. It seemed that his guess was right. Meng Fu had really learned it, and even his expression improved a lot, "Fu'er, your uncle is a great traditional Chinese painting artist, and he is also your sister's. Teacher, if you have nothing to do in the future, you can learn from your uncle, and you will definitely be able to apply for an art school."
Jiang Quan wanted Yu Yong to mentor Meng Fu. In the art world, the name "Yu Yong" is a great god. If Meng Fu has studied under his name, it can be used as a resume in the future.
Hearing that Meng Fu had really studied Chinese painting, Yu Yong's expression improved a lot. He looked at Meng Fu for a few times without any trace: "Which one do you focus on, landscape, flower and bird painting or figure painting?"
Meng Fu played with the tips bag in his hand and said succinctly: "I know a little bit about everything."
When Jiang Xinran heard this, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Yu Yong, and said with a smile: "It seems that my sister is a master, she can even draw."
When Jiang Xinran said this, the expression on Yu Yong's face became a little lighter.
Anyone who studies painting knows that what everyone is good at is a type of figure. Those who paint landscapes focus on painting landscapes, those who paint flowers and birds focus on flowers and birds, and those who paint figures focus on figures. In this way, we strive for excellence and pursue perfection.
If you learn too much, it will become more complicated and difficult to make any achievements.
Yu Yong became famous for his "Ink Bamboo" painting, while Jiang Xinran's painting that sold more than 100,000 yuan was "Peony Flowers".
Meng Fu painted everything he said, and he was simply an amateur.
After Jiang Xinran finished speaking, Yu Yong originally didn't want to ask Meng Fu anymore, but in the Jiang family, he knew that Jiang Quan wanted him to give Meng Fu a few words of advice, so he couldn't bear it and said, "How many years have you practiced calligraphy?"
Hearing this sentence, Meng Fu didn't know what he thought of. He paused and then said: "Three months."
This sentence made Yu Yong stunned. He suppressed his anger and continued: "What about the colors? Have you read the basic "Mustard Seed Garden Painting Book"?"
Every time he said something, Meng Fu shook his head.
Yu Yong was so famous that countless people wanted to be his teacher every month, but none of them were as angry as Meng Fu. He was so angry that he wanted to get a ruler, "You haven't practiced this or learned that. You deserve to be called yourself." Are you studying Chinese painting? I think you just learned Chinese painting from your sister. You have been following the arty style in the past few years, and you don’t really want to learn Chinese painting at all!”
Artists all have bad tempers.
Yu Yong, in particular, has been highly praised in recent years. A group of literati are praising him everywhere. He also has his own loftiness in traditional Chinese painting. Yu Yong studied traditional Chinese painting when he was a child and failed several brush strokes. He dislikes Meng Fu the most. This kind of person who only thinks about being arty and dreams of becoming a great person.
This was the first time in so many years that he got angry in front of the Jiang family.
He was so frightened that even Jiang Xinchen, who wanted to mock Meng Fu, did not dare to say anything.
Jiang Xinran stood up quickly and said, "Uncle, don't be angry with your sister, she just doesn't understand."
He was saying worried words, but the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, with a hint of happiness.
Jiang Quan, who was sitting aside, didn't expect that Yu Yong would get angry. He stood up and said, "Brother, don't argue with Fu'er. It's also your fault. I told you without asking."
Jiang Quan looked at Meng Fu sitting on the side and couldn't help but sigh. He was also impulsive just now. Thinking about Meng Fu's living environment in the past few years, how could he have the conditions to learn Chinese painting
I must have started learning it after returning to the Jiang family in the past two years.
In the kitchen, Yu Zhenling came out after hearing the noise. She put the fruit she brought out on the table, glanced at the hall calmly, and said with a smile: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?" temper?"
With Yu Zhenling and Jiang Xinran's comfort, Yu Yong's anger subsided, but he just didn't want to see Meng Fu again.
After eating, Yu Yong didn't stay any longer. Jiang Quan and Yu Zhenling saw him off in person.
After Yu Yong's car left, Jiang Quan sighed and said with some pity: "I originally thought that with your brother teaching her, it would be easy for her to get into which university she would enter in the arts. Your brother is famous, but I didn't expect your brother to be angry. ”
Yu Zhenling looked at him angrily, "Do you believe her when she says she can paint Chinese paintings? Fortunately, it didn't affect Xinran. Don't make random ideas in the future!"
"I asked her today not to enter the entertainment industry and go back to study, but she said she was going to Zhouda University?" Jiang Quan shook his head, "Is it so easy to get to Zhouda University? So I thought it would be good to have a teacher to teach her."
"She's not old, but she's quite thoughtful. Since you can talk to her, just tell her. It would be nice if you can persuade my dad to let her study in T University. Don't talk about continental university or A university. She shouldn't have any delusions. "Yu Zhenling doesn't want to hear these things about Meng Fu anymore.
While the two were talking, Meng Fu also came out.
Yu Zhenling immediately stopped talking.
"Fu'er, are you going back tonight?" Jiang Quan glanced at her.
Meng Fu said "Yeah" and finally found the opportunity to give the tip bag to Jiang Quan and ask him to give it to Mr. Jiang.
Jiang Quan took it in his hand and looked at it, but didn't see it: "What is this?"
Meng Fu took the key and was about to go out. He said casually: "I drew the talisman."
Yu Zhenling, who was about to go back, heard this and turned to look at the tips bag in Jiang Quan's hand: "How old are you, and you still do these shabby things all day long? How many times have I told you, it will be useful to learn more. Yes, it’s not bad for you. People of the older generation are not as ignorant as you. This is T City, which is different from those in the mountains. What use are you to your grandpa?”