"Well, he was in charge of the text and I was in charge of the illustrations. That was our division of labor," the old man murmured, an expression of indescribable sadness. "Over the years, apart from work and daily life, we've spent almost all our time on this. We've been researching and drawing, without a single day's rest. Just when we were almost done, the old man passed away."
Wen Xi and Aunt Lan looked at each other.
There is unspeakable sadness in my eyes...
Wen Xi sighed silently in his heart.
My master's grandfather is a famous scholar in China, and my master's paintings are beyond words. If the two of them succeed in joining forces, what a wonderful painting of mountains and seas will be presented to the world.
"I once tried to complete this scroll by myself, but after the old man passed away, I just didn't have the energy to do it." The old lady stared at the mahogany box in front of her and said in a deep voice.
Wen Xi was silent.
The old couple have experienced chaotic times, poverty, disease, and unforgettable times of struggle together. The word "husband and wife" is not enough to express their feelings. They can be said to be true soul mates.
Wen Xi had never experienced such an unforgettable love.
There is no real empathy in this world.
But she could imagine the old man's helplessness.
When I pick up the paintbrush, the past memories come back to me, and the voice and smile of the old friend seem to be right in front of me, but everything is an illusion.
Separation between life and death, separation between the living and the dead.
Those who have not experienced this kind of excruciating pain probably cannot understand it at all.
"Girl."
"Master, what are your instructions?"
"I'm handing all of this over to you today." The old man came back to his senses from his trance and said solemnly, "Haven't you been painting the Classic of Mountains and Seas all this time? You can use these notes and drawings as reference."
"real?"
Wen Xi couldn't believe it when he heard this.
You should know that a lot of the old materials here are no longer available and can be said to be out of print. They will definitely play a vital role in supplementing her creative materials.
"Really, these things are all yours now, kid. Draw them well, put your heart into it, and don't rush."
"I understand, Master. I will definitely not let you down, and also... Grandmaster."
"Okay, I'll wait for that day. When you succeed, I'll send a copy to this old man too."
"Yeah!" Wen Xi nodded heavily.
After chatting with the old lady for a while, Wen Xi and Aunt Lan saw that she looked tired, so they said goodbye to the nurse and left.
Not far from the ward, a middle-aged man walked towards them.
Seeing Lan Yun, the man stopped in his tracks.
"Boss Lan, why are you here?" he asked in a somewhat aggressive tone.
"Hello Mr. Joy, I'm here to visit your mother."
"See my mom?"
The man looked at her unfriendlyly, then looked at Wen Xi beside him, and finally his eyes fell on the box Wen Xi was carrying.
"Isn't this my mother's box? How did it get into your hands?" the man suddenly became agitated and asked harshly.
"Mr. Le, don't get excited. Listen to me. This box was just handed over to this child by your mother."
"Give it to her?"
The man looked at Wen Xi, his eyes widening to the point of almost bulging out.
"Who is she? Where did she come from? I've never even seen her before, why should I hand her over to her?"
"Listen to me, Mr. Le. This child is Master Yu's new apprentice. This box was indeed handed to her by your mother personally. Xiaoxi, this is Uncle Le, your master's youngest son." Lan Yun hurriedly introduced the two.
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