However, Wu Qingjin said "every time" to the girl next to her.
Qiao Lian'er wondered if such a rule was specifically set for the Qiao family.
She couldn't say for sure what kind of person Wu Qingjin was, but she was certain that she wasn't very sincere towards Qiao Zhizhi.
Thinking of how excited Zhizhi was when she mentioned Wu Qingjin, Qiao Lian'er gently pursed her lips.
Wu Qingjin seemed to sense that someone was watching her and was about to look in her direction when Qiao Lian'er lowered the curtain.
When they got home, Lingyin and Qiao Xier told everyone about the jade gambling incident. Everyone knew that it was because of Lian'er that they made a fortune. It couldn't be explained by luck alone. They easily made two windfalls. How could others dare to dream of such a thing?
As the night deepened outside, Qiao Zhizhi put down her paintbrush and hung her newly finished painting by the stove to dry.
Qiao Lian'er pushed open the half-closed door and came in, carefully examining the painting: "Look, our Zhizhi has improved a lot again."
Qiao Zhizhi is definitely talented, and very talented. After a period of time, she has made great progress.
"Lian'er, you also think my painting is good, right?" Qiao Zhizhi's face was filled with a smile.
"Of course, she's absolutely outstanding among her peers," Qiao Lian'er said sincerely.
Qiao Zhizhi felt her confidence had increased considerably. Lian'er was the backbone of the family, and if Lian'er said it was okay, then it was okay. She didn't need to be too modest. Of course, she knew that she still had a lot to improve.
If she holds an art exhibition at the Prince of Guangping's mansion, could she truly achieve fame at a young age? Perhaps then she could become the pride of the Qiao family.
Qiao Lian'er sat down, casually making small talk: "By the way, it seems that the third young lady of the Wu family is your closest friend."
“Yes, Qingjin is the best person to me besides my family.” Qiao Zhizhi smiled and said, “She has been learning to paint since she was a child and has a wide network of connections in the capital. She knows more than I do and has taught me a lot without hesitation. My progress is also thanks to her.”
Qiao Lian'er looked interested: "Tell me what you taught them."
“For example, in terms of style, the freehand style with blank space was popular in Beijing a few years ago, but now the pursuit is for intricate realism, because intricate realism requires more meticulous brushwork. Lian’er, look at my painting, isn’t it much more complicated than the previous ones?”
Qiao Lian'er stared at the painting that was being baked. It was indeed quite eye-catching and looked rather stunning. But, to be honest, she felt that Qiao Zhizhi's previous paintings were more pleasing to the eye and had a more profound artistic conception.
She doesn't know much about painting; this is just her feeling.
Have you told Teacher Tan about your style change?
"Qingjin taught me after Teacher Tan went home. I plan to surprise her when she comes back. Since you asked, I'll tell you first." Qiao Zhizhi winked at Qiao Lian'er: "Lian'er, I'm improving. You must keep it a secret."
Qiao Lian'er walked out of Qiao Zhizhi's room. It was springtime, the daytime was warm, and the night breeze was a bit cool. The fragrance of flowers in the garden filled her nostrils, but she wasn't really in the mood to savor it.
The next morning, Pei Shijiu stepped into the teahouse. The girl was sitting by the window, idly playing with something.
"Am I too late?"
Upon receiving the news, he came over immediately.
"It's just right." Qiao Lian'er handed him the seashell in her hand: "I picked it up from the beach, and I saved one for you."
"When did you go to the beach without taking me?" Pei Shijiu held the seashell, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"I dealt with a bunch of scumbags, dumped them on a deserted island, and picked up some seashells and conches along the way."
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