Jiang Quan has followed the old man since he was a child and has experienced various scenes. Although he has read poetry and books and learned some of the old man's skills, he doesn't know much about painting.
After taking Yu Zhenling, I started to study painting a little bit, but it was still a bit amateurish.
Based on his research on traditional Chinese painting, he can naturally see that this painting uses ink shades and gradually dyed with distinct layers. From this basis, it is a good painting.
The painting style is freehand, with a dead tree, a stone table underneath, and an old man.
The whole picture has no special color, but it is unexpectedly smooth and eye-catching.
Jiang Quan was invited to go to Yu Yong's painting exhibition and saw some famous paintings. As for Jiang Xinran's paintings, he saw more and more, and he also developed some appreciation skills.
Compared with Yu Yong, Jiang Xinran's paintings are too ingenious.
However, in the painting at hand, Jiang Quan could naturally see that the layout of this painting was not comparable to Jiang Xinran's in terms of the use of ink and literary style.
The brushwork is smooth, as if it is done in one go, and has its own style.
that is…
A little dirty, with a thin layer of dust on it.
Jiang Quan remembered that Meng Fu had said that she could draw, and he couldn't help but look at Meng Fu, "Fu'er, did you draw this?"
As soon as he asked the question, Jiang Quan felt that he was overthinking it. The ink used in this painting was just right. It took more than ten years of practice to produce it.
Meng Fu unscrewed the cap of the bottle in his hand, smelled the smell inside, then glanced at the painting in Jiang Quan's hand and said "hmm".
"I knew it wasn't..." Jiang Quan said subconsciously, and then realized what Meng Fu said. He suddenly looked up at Meng Fu: "You said... this, this painting was painted by you?"
Meng Fu screwed up the cap of the perfume bottle, turned sideways, and faced Jiang Quan with the capped bottle: "I know it's difficult to paint elegantly, so you don't have to complain about me."
Jiang Quan: "???"
"Wait, it's hard to get into the elegant hall? Who told you?" Jiang Quan looked at the expression on Meng Fu's face and saw that she didn't look like she was joking, so he was confused.
"My master." Meng Fu stood up and went to the bookshelf to find a few more books to bring with her. At this point, she touched her nose and said vaguely.
I'm embarrassed to say that she drew this painting for her master on his birthday, and I got scolded.
Because at that time, after studying painting for a few months, she went to learn fortune telling from the Taoist priest on the mountain.
When she was packing her things to go to T City, this painting was accidentally carried with her, so she used it to separate the dust.
Jiang Quan had no time to think about his master's problems. His mind was filled with Meng Fu's paintings and asked Meng Fu to give them to him.
"Take it." Meng Fu waved his hand.
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Jiang Quan sent Meng Fu back to the training camp and drove back to Jiang's house.
As for Jiang Ran, Meng Fu didn't say anything, so he didn't ask. Instead, he asked his secretary to check.
After arriving at Jiang's house, the secretary had already found out the whole story. Jiang Quan intervened, and Yu Zhenling's matter could not be hidden. Previously, the old man only knew that Meng Fu was bullied, but did not know that Yu Zhenling was involved. operation.
Now I know that my eyebrows are covered with a layer of frost.
The driver didn't dare to say a word along the way.
In the Jiang family, Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran, and Jiang Xinchen were all downstairs. At the same time, there was a special guest, Tong Eryu.
Seeing Jiang Quan coming back, the group stood up.
Yu Zhenling also put down her tea cup and looked towards Jiang Quan with a smile.
Before he could speak, Jiang Quan said in a deep voice, "Are you the one who can make your own decisions regarding Fu'er?"
When Meng Fu was mentioned, Yu Zhenling's expression turned cold, but she still knew that there were guests at home, so Jiang Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen sent Tong Eryu out.
The atmosphere between these two people is special.
However, they all greeted Tong Eryu politely.
After the two of them went upstairs, Tong Eryu followed Jiang Xinran out, and then glanced back: "Did Uncle Jiang just say Meng Fu?"
"Who else could be there besides her," Jiang Xinchen muttered, "My parents have argued so many times because of her, asking her not to go to school. This time it must be because of the entertainment industry."
Jiang Xinran hesitated when he heard this, "Is it because of lip-synching?"
Tong Eryu frowned and said no more.
inside the house.
Yu Zhenling looked at Jiang Quan, sat back on the sofa, and sneered: "Meng Fu still complained to you?"
"Coming to me to complain? If she really knows how to complain to dad, he can still sit at home?!" Jiang Quan's heart was twisted when he thought of this. He didn't know whether Meng Fu knew about Yu Zhenling. If Meng Fu knew, He couldn't even imagine what Meng Fu was feeling when he went to see him just now.
No complaint
Yu Zhenling raised her head in confusion.
The veins on Jiang Quan's temples popped out, "She has been suffering outside for so many years before she came back. You can't be like a normal mother? Xinran is not your daughter and you treat her so dearly. How come you are here with her? Such a big opinion? I feel ashamed when I think about what you did. How do you want me to see her in the future? "
It's okay that Jiang Quan didn't say this. Speaking of this, Yu Zhenling's eyes turned red: "What you said is nice. When did she respect me? When she came back, I helped her practice in a school, but she said she dropped out. ? Has she ever heard of asking her to learn etiquette, piano, and calligraphy? My family has been a scholarly family since ancient times, and finally a third-rate actor with no ideas appeared. Are you worried that you won't be able to see Meng Fu? Don’t you want to think about how I met my mother-in-law?”
"Not to mention anything else, this time I didn't do it for you not to make enemies over there. I thought about you. In the end, I was the one who was wrong."
Yu Zhenling talked nicely, and Jiang Quan could still argue with her, but she started crying while talking, and Jiang Quan had a headache.
When Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen came back outside, they couldn't help but look at Jiang Quan. Jiang Quan was so angry that he fluttered his sleeves and went out again.
Of course, Jiang Quan was not only angry at Yu Zhenling, but also went to Yu's house.
The servant took Jiang Quan to the study.
Yu Yong was looking at the paintings of students from the association. When he saw Jiang Quan come in, he put down the annotation pen in his hand and asked someone to pour Jiang Quan a cup of tea, "Why did you come to see me today?"
Jiang Quan didn't follow Yu Yong's courtesy, he took out a long box and handed it to Yu Yong: "This is the painting I looked for at Fu'er today. I think her paintings are not inferior to Xinran's. She is definitely good at this." It’s a talent, I hope you can take a look.”
This box was specially bought by Jiang Quan for Meng Fu's paintings.
Meng Fu's paintings
When Yu Yong heard this, he looked up at Jiang Quan and took the painting: "Okay, wait until I finish reading the homework of these students."
Hearing what Yu Yong said, Jiang Quan felt relieved. Because he had to go back to deal with Yu Zhenling's matter, he didn't bother Yu Yong anymore and left directly.
After sending him away, Jiang Quan returned to the study. Without even looking at the long box on the table, he calmly ordered the people around him: "Take it to the utility room."