Feng Lingyu smiled faintly: "Teacher Xiao, as the saying goes, people move and live, trees move and die. It is best for this ancient tea tree to stay in its original place. Even if I can sell it for money, I will not sell it."
"You are a smart girl. Remember to bring me the tea before going to the countryside. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any loss." Although he didn't spend much time with Feng Lingyu, Xiao Zongqi was still keenly aware of Feng Lingyu's money-grubbing nature.
"Do you have anything good to give me?" Feng Lingyu instantly became excited.
"Wait until you bring the tea leaves first." Xiao Zongqi glanced at her. This girl was too greedy for money.
However, she put her thoughts clearly on her face, which made her seem genuine. Not only was she not annoying, but she was likable instead.
Xiao Zongqi has seen a lot of evil spirits in his life, and it is really people like Feng Lingyu's personality that he likes.
Sang Fu opened his eyes wide after following Fang Yuxin into the studio.
All the paintings hanging on the wall proved the identity of the old lady in front of him was Master Wuxin.
You know, Master Wuxin's paintings are famous for their delicate brushstrokes, which outsiders cannot imitate.
Fang Yuxin spread out the drawing paper on the table and saw Sang Fu staring at the painting on the wall like a fool. "Come here, I won't make it difficult for you. Just draw what you are best at."
Sang Fu came to his senses, walked to the drawing table, picked up the paintbrush, took a deep breath, and began to paint slowly.
From the moment Sang Fu began to immerse himself in the world of painting, Fang Yuxin nodded with satisfaction.
What Yu Yatou said was true. This young man named Sang Fu had solid basic skills, and it was obvious that he had practiced hard for many years since childhood.
What is even more rare is that although he has received systematic education, his paintings are not mechanical at all, but rather full of spirit.
When it comes to painting, technique is the foundation, but inspiration determines the upper limit.
"Teacher, I've finished my painting." Sang Fu nervously handed his painting to Fang Yuxin.
His palms were full of sweat from nervousness.
"I have to say, you are very talented in painting." Fang Yuxin looked at Sang Fu's composition carefully.
The winter plum blossoms are as enchanting as fire, and Sang Fu's use of colors can be said to be perfect.
"When I was your age, I couldn't draw such good pictures."
"I have been thinking about this picture of winter plum blossoms in my mind for a long time, and I have also painted it several times sporadically, so I have the current effect. If I had painted it on the spur of the moment, it would never have reached this level." Sang Fu answered modestly.
"Do you know why I have never accepted any apprentice?" Fang Yuxin put down the painting in her hand, turned around and sat down on a chair.
Sang Fu frowned. He had always thought that Master Wuxin was indifferent to fame and fortune and did not want to be disturbed by the outside world, but now it seems that it would not be that simple.
"I don't dare to guess randomly. I hope the teacher can tell me."
"Back then, I was young and hot-headed. I felt that they looked down on me because I was a woman, so they stopped circulating my paintings and stopped accepting disciples."
"Now that I think about it, my thoughts at that time were really shallow. Since those people look down on women, I should paint better paintings to become famous and give those people a good slap in the face!"
Talking about the past, Fang Yuxin was obviously a little angry.
"I heard that those people who criticized me back then have now become masters, and they all have talented apprentices under them. So, if you want to be my apprentice, you must be better than their apprentices."
"It's a way for me to vent my anger."
Fang Yuxin looked into Sang Fu's eyes seriously and said, trying to see something from his eyes.
After hearing Fang Yuxin's words, Sang Fu knew very well that Master Wuxin meant to accept him as a disciple.
He was only concerned with being happy. As for those conditions, he felt that he could definitely do it!
"I am willing to! With your guidance, I believe I will be no worse than other disciples." Sang Fu said seriously.
Fang Yuxin was secretly very happy. She didn't expect that she actually had such a talented apprentice.
Originally, when she said she wanted to take Feng Lingyu as her apprentice, she just wanted to teach her some elegant skills so that she could hold her own at any banquet in the future.
"Oh, by the way, there is something I need to tell you. You should know that I originally intended to take Yu as my apprentice this time, but she took the initiative to give up this opportunity and introduced you to me, saying that you are very talented. You must remember this favor!"
Fang Yuxin thought it would be better to tell Sang Fu about this, so that he would be grateful to Feng Lingyu in the future.
In fact, even if Fang Yuxin didn't say it, Feng Lingyu would have said it. She has never been a person who does good deeds without leaving a name.
Sang Fu didn't expect the truth of the matter to be like this. Feng Lingyu actually gave him such a good opportunity.
"Yes, I will never forget it. But, teacher, can you accept Xiaoyu and me together?" Sang Fu asked.
"Do you think it's my fault that I don't want to accept her? She herself said that she doesn't have talent in this area and asked me not to force her." Fang Yuxin felt a little aggrieved when talking about this. If people outside knew that Master Wuxin took the initiative to accept someone as his disciple but was rejected, they would be shocked.
Sang Fu felt that given Feng Lingyu's personality, he was capable of doing such a thing, so he didn't say anything more.
Come to think of it, even if I like painting, others may not like it. I can’t force Feng Lingyu to learn painting with me.
By the time Sang Fu and Fang Yuxin came out, nearly two hours had passed.
Feng Lingyu sat outside and drank tea with Xiao Zongqi.
Fang Yuxin saw a lot of teas placed on the coffee table. All of them were fine teas collected by the old man, which he would never be willing to take out to drink.
Why are you so generous today? You took out all of them.
Fang Yuxin carefully looked at Xiao Zongqi's expression and found that there was no sign of reluctance on his face.
She even thought that her old man was coerced by Yu girl to be so generous.
"You're out? Come and sit down. What's the result?" Xiao Zongqi asked the two to sit down and poured them a cup of tea.
Fang Yuxin blinked in shock and put her hand on Xiao Zongqi's forehead, "You don't have a fever... Xiao Zongqi, your tea is your treasure, isn't it? How could you bear to drink it?"
There is a room in the small Western-style building, which is where Xiao Zongqi specially uses to store precious tea. Usually, Xiao Zongqi guards it very strictly and does not let others enter at will.
"No matter how precious it is, it's still tea. Isn't it meant to be drunk? Come and try it and see how this tea tastes. Sang Fu, you should try it too," Xiao Zongqi urged.
Just now he had taken some tea leaves from Feng Lingyu, and suddenly he felt that the tea leaves in his hand were nothing.
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