This was Jiang Quan's guess based on the paint in Meng Fu's room.

The Yu family has been a family of scholars for generations and has a high prestige in T City. Yu Yong is also an artist who has dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He has a high reputation in the Go and painting circles and holds several 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. Instead, Jiang Xinran showed great talent in this area. The Yu and Jiang families cultivated her carefully. The Jiang family members initially thought that Jiang Xinran inherited the artistic talent of the Yu family.

Later, Jiang Xinran's true identity was exposed, and both the Jiang and Yu families felt very sorry. However, it is not easy for an art student to find a student who is compatible with him.

Jiang Xinran is obviously the one that makes the Yu family very satisfied. Even though Jiang Xinran is not the daughter of the Jiang family, they treat Jiang Xinran as their own daughter.

Hearing that Meng Fu could draw, Yu Yong glanced at Meng Fu.

Even Jiang Xinchen couldn't help but look at Meng Fu, obviously not quite believing that painting requires patience and talent.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Xinran's hand holding the mobile phone paused for a moment.

Yu Yong put down the teacup. He was nearly fifty years old, with a meticulous look, and looked like a great scholar. He looked at Meng Fu with a somewhat indifferent expression: "What kind of painting did you learn?"

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As the two of them talked, Jiang Quan looked at Meng Fu nervously, hoping that she wouldn't say "draw a talisman".

Jiang Xinran lowered his eyes, lowered his head to drink water, and kept his ears focused on Meng Fu's answer.

The hall fell silent.

Meng Fu sat on the sofa, not interested in anyone else. She glanced at Jiang Quan and said, "Chinese painting."

Everyone in the Yu family has a strong talent for art. Yu Yong and the old man in the Yu family are both veteran artists.

Jiang Quan breathed a sigh of relief because he didn't let down at the critical moment. It seemed that his guess was right. Meng Fu really learned it. Even her expression improved a lot. "Fu'er, your uncle is a great Chinese painting artist and also your sister's teacher. You can learn a little from your uncle when you have nothing to do. Then you will have no problem applying to an art school."

Jiang Quan wanted Yu Yong to mentor Meng Fu. In the art world, the name "Yu Yong" means a great god. If Meng Fu had studied under him, then it could 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 a few times without leaving a trace: "Which one are you focusing on, landscape, flower and bird or figure painting?"

Meng Fu played with the brocade bag in her hand and said concisely: "I know a little bit of everything."

When Jiang Xinran heard this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Yu Yong, smiling and said, "It seems that my sister is an expert. She can even draw."

After Jiang Xinran said this, the expression on Yu Yong's face faded a little.

Those who study painting know that everyone is good at a certain type of figure. Those who paint landscapes focus on painting landscapes, those who paint flowers and birds focus on painting flowers and birds, and those who paint figures focus on figures. This way they strive for excellence and perfection.

The more you learn, the more miscellaneous it becomes and it is difficult to achieve anything.

Yu Yong became famous for a painting of "Ink Bamboo", while the painting that Jiang Xinran sold for more than 100,000 yuan was a painting of "Peony".

What Meng Fu said was all about painting, he was totally an amateur.

After Jiang Xinran finished speaking, Yu Yong didn't want to ask Meng Fu anymore, but since this was the Jiang family, he knew Jiang Quan wanted him to teach Meng Fu a few words, so he couldn't help but ask, "How many years have you practiced calligraphy?"

Hearing this, Meng Fu didn't know what he remembered. He paused for a moment before saying, "Three months."

This sentence made Yu Yong angry, but he suppressed his anger and continued, "What about colors? Have you read the basic "Mustard Seed Garden Painting Manual"? "

Every time he said something, Meng Fu shook his head.

Yu Yong was famous, and countless people wanted to become his disciples every month, but none of them were as angry as Meng Fu, who wanted to use a ruler to punish him. "You haven't practiced this, and you haven't learned that. How can you say that you are learning Chinese painting? I think you just watched your sister learn Chinese painting, and you followed her to pretend to be cultured these past few years. 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 flatter him everywhere. He has his own noble character in Chinese painting. When Yu Yong was a child, he learned Chinese painting and broke several brush tips. He can't stand people like Meng Fu who know nothing and only want to be pretentious and dream of becoming a talent overnight.

This is the first time in all these years that I have lost my temper in front of the Jiang family.

Jiang Xinchen was so scared that he didn't even dare to say anything when he wanted to mock Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinran on the side also stood up quickly, "Uncle, don't be angry with your sister, she just doesn't understand."

Although he was saying these worried words, his slightly raised lips showed a hint of happiness.

Jiang Quan, who was sitting on the side, did not expect Yu Yong to get angry. He stood up and said, "Brother, don't bother with Fu'er. It's my fault. I told you without asking clearly."

Jiang Quan looked at Meng Fu who was sitting on the side and couldn't help but sigh. He was just impulsive. Think about Meng Fu's living environment in the past few years. How could he have the conditions to learn Chinese painting?

I guess he 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 on the table, glanced into the hall calmly, and said with a smile, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?"

With the comfort of Yu Zhenling and Jiang Xinran, Yu Yong's anger subsided, but he just didn't want to see Meng Fu again.

After finishing his meal, Yu Yong did not stay any longer. Jiang Quan and Yu Zhenling personally saw him out.

After Yu Yong's car left, Jiang Quan sighed and said with some regret: "I originally thought that with your brother's guidance, it would be easy for her to get into any university through the art exam. Your brother is famous, but I didn't expect your brother to be angry."

Yu Zhenling gave him a displeased look, "You believed her when she said she could paint Chinese paintings? Fortunately, it didn't affect Xinran. Don't give me random advice in the future!"

"Today I told her not to enter the entertainment industry and to go back to school, but she said she wanted to go to Zhou University?" Jiang Quan shook his head, "Is it that easy to get into Zhou University? So I thought it would be nice to have a teacher to teach her."

"She is young, but she has great ambitions. Since you get along well with her, just tell her that it would be good enough if you could convince my dad to use his connections to allow her to study at T University. She can forget about Zhou University or A University." Yu Zhenling didn't want to hear anything more about Meng Fu.

As the two were talking, Meng Fu also came out.

Yu Zhenling stopped talking immediately.

"Fu'er, do you have to go back at night?" Jiang Quan glanced at her.

Meng Fu said "hmm" and finally found an opportunity to give the sachet to Jiang Quan and asked him to give it to Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Quan took it in his hand and looked at it, but couldn't tell what it was: "What is this?"

Meng Fu took the key and prepared to go out, saying casually: "I drew the talisman."

Yu Zhenling, who was about to go back, heard this and turned to look at the brocade bag in Jiang Quan's hand. "You are so old, but you still deal with these shady things all day long. I have told you so many times that learning more useful things will do you no harm. The older generation is not as ignorant as you. This is T City, which is different from those in your mountains. What use are these superstitious things of yours to your grandfather?"