Chapter 224 Watching the Rain

To be honest, Lin Qiu and his wife don’t care whether their daughter can become a great painter or whether her paintings can be sold.

They always believed that as long as their daughter studied hard, that would be all. No matter whether it is academic performance or fine arts, as long as she is willing to work hard, they as parents will fully support her.

Today, they saw that someone was willing to buy their daughter's paintings. They were very satisfied. After all, their daughter's years of hard work and persistence had finally paid off. They were sincerely happy for their daughter.

Seeing that she started to paint again, Lin Qiu and Wang Xiuren did not disturb her and continued to stroll around.

After the old couple woke up from their nap, they came over and also took a walk along the bank of West Lake to enjoy the scenery.

It is rainy in Hangzhou in May.

Lin Qiu looked at the darkening sky and the clouds gathering on the horizon and hurried back.

Wang Xiuren hurried to catch up.

Sure enough, Wang Shan was still standing in front of the easel, painting with full concentration.

Lin Qiu stepped forward and couldn't help but remind her: "Shanshan, it's going to rain. Wait until the rain stops before painting."

Wang Shan looked at the sky, somewhat unhappy, and frowned, "We're not even halfway done."

"If it rains later, this painting will probably be ruined by the rain. Let's go back first!" Wang Xiuren took the paintbrush from his daughter.

Wang Shan also squatted down to clean up the paint on the ground.

After I had packed up my things, I happened to see an old couple walking towards this side.

"Let's go." Lin Qiu took his daughter's arm and pushed her forward.

Wang Xiuren strode towards his father-in-law and mother-in-law, carrying an easel in one hand and other painting supplies in the other.

"It's going to rain soon, let's go back quickly so we don't get wet!"

The old couple saw that it was about to rain, so they rushed over to remind their granddaughter.

After the family reunited, they hurried towards their residence.

Not long after I returned to the room, the rain started to fall.

The family of five simply stayed in Lin Qiu's room. She had a balcony, which was perfect for listening to the rain and watching the lake.

Hangzhou in the rain is the real Jiangnan, full of poetry.

The azure mist shrouded the West Lake like an ink painting. The Leifeng Pagoda in the distance was looming in the mountain fog. Even the weeping willows by the lake became lingering. Ripples appeared on the lake water, as if it was a lingering dream of the south of the Yangtze River.

"It's true that the West Lake in the rain is worse than the West Lake in the clear sky." Lin Ting couldn't help but sigh, "I understand why the emperors in ancient times went to the south of the Yangtze River."

“The rippling waves are beautiful when the weather is sunny; the misty mountains are also strange when it rains.” Wang Shan stared straight ahead and muttered poems.

Then he set up the easel on the balcony, took out paper and pen, and started painting again.

"Oh, this is really fascinating!" Zhou Qing couldn't help shaking his head, "It seems that our family is really going to produce a great painter!"

This kind of momentum and this kind of energy are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Whether she is a painter or not, it's too early to talk about these things now, but today an old lady wanted to buy Shanshan's paintings!" Lin Qiu mentioned what happened not long ago.

"Someone bought Shanshan's painting?" Zhou Qing came over. "What's going on? Did it sell? How much did it sell for?"

Lin Ting also looked over, wanting to know what happened.

Lin Qiu briefly explained the matter.

"Giving it away?"

"Well, the old lady wanted to give money, but Shanshan refused to accept it."

"What a pity." Zhou Qing looked regretful.

"What's a pity?" Lin Qiu didn't think it was a big deal.

Zhou Qing muttered quietly, "It's a stack of money! At least several thousand, and I don't want it now."

Lin Qiu looked at his distressed mother and couldn't help but smile: "Shanshan drew the painting. What can we do if she doesn't want the money? It seems that we don't have to worry about her taking money too seriously in the future."

"Think about it from another angle. We won't have to worry about Shanshan's future anymore. People come to buy her paintings before she even finishes her apprenticeship. What will happen if she does finish her apprenticeship? Selling one painting every month will be enough for her to live on." Lin Ting thought his granddaughter was amazing.

Zhou Qing followed Lin Ting's thoughts and immediately felt relieved.

Lin Qiu and Wang Xiuren looked at each other and then smiled imperceptibly.

It's not as simple as the old couple thought. If any painting could be sold, how could there be so many down-and-out painters in history?

Many painters were unknown during their lifetime and became famous after their death.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiu couldn't help but spit a few times.

"What's the matter?"

The old couple and Wang Xiuren looked at her together.

"A mosquito flew into my mouth." Lin Qiu made up an excuse.

"Don't you see any mosquitoes?" Zhou Qing looked around.

"It's probably because of the rain."

“It should be.”

…

Lin Qiu didn't even need to make excuses himself, Lin Ting and Wang Xiuren directly defined the matter.

The rain lasted for almost two hours before it stopped, and Wang Shan also stopped at this time.

"Done?"

Lin Qiu was a little surprised. In the past, it took at least several hours to paint a picture. If it was a large one, it might take more than ten or twenty days to finish.

But today, both paintings were finished in less than five hours?

"I've only drawn the line draft and haven't colored it yet!" Wang Shan put the pen into the pen washer, then rubbed her wrist and kicked her legs.

I've been standing for almost the entire afternoon and my legs are numb.

"You're quite efficient today!" Wang Xiuren helped her move the easel from the balcony into the room.

"The one I'm giving away is a freehand painting, which doesn't focus on details, so it will be much faster." Wang Shan explained briefly.

Even though Wang Xiuren had been taking his daughter to and from school for painting for many years, he still didn’t understand painting, so he could only nod and say, “Shall I take the easel to your room?”

"Thank you, Dad!" Wang Shan took out the room card and followed him, intending to go back to the room to wash her hands and go to the bathroom.

After she had finished packing, Lin Qiu arranged to go out for a walk and have dinner at the same time.

The West Lake after the rain adds a touch of atmosphere.

The misty twilight, the hazy distant mountains and the freehand nearby water remind people of a poem by Bai Juyi: I can't leave Hangzhou, half of the reason I stay here is this lake.

"No wonder they say there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. It's so beautiful here!" Zhou Qing reached out and touched the drooping willow branches.

With a "click", Wang Shan pressed the shutter button.

"Kid, why are you taking pictures of me? Take pictures of the scenery. The scenery here is like a painting. I have to take pictures back and show everyone." Zhou Qing glared at her granddaughter.

"Grandma looked so beautiful just now. I have to take a picture of her!" Wang Shan pulled out the photo she had just taken. "Take a look. Is she pretty?"

Four heads gathered together, staring at the small screen: Zhou Qing, in white shirt and black pants, was touching the green weeping willows with his hands, with the West Lake and distant mountains in front of him.

“This is a great shot!”

"nice."

"Give me one, too."

Lin Qiu and his wife and Lin Ting said in unison.

The next second, the whole family laughed.

Next, Wang Shan turned into a photographer and guided her family to pose for photos, including individual photos, couple photos, and small group photos.

I met a tourist and asked him to help me take a family photo with West Lake as the background.

When it gradually darkened, Wang Xiuren led everyone to Ziwei Hall again.

After ordering the food, when it came, I found a few more dishes, ice cream and a fresh fruit plate on the table.

Lin Qiu quickly called the waiter.