Chapter 2241 Portrait
With that settled, Meng Yunzheng then said to Aunt Hong, "I came here today to have two portraits drawn, about Lele's parents. Firstly, to give the child a keepsake, and secondly, to make it easier to find Lele's mother with the portraits."
Aunt Hong nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, you can draw it."
She looked around and said, "Let's go to the main room to paint. My room is dark, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see it clearly."
Houses like the Hong family's are generally small, with small rooms and windows. It's fine for everyday coming and going, but it strains the eyes when reading or writing.
Moreover, the main house where Aunt Hong used to live has long been occupied by her son and daughter-in-law, and the window of her room faces a bad direction, making it even more inconvenient.
Meng Yunzheng had no objection, and the group left the house. Aunt Hong then greeted Madam Yu.
"Quickly, come with me and move this table out of the main room a bit, to the brighter area by the door, so his uncle can paint."
Yu was whispering to herself outside the house. If Xia Yan and Ying Xi hadn't been guarding outside Aunt Hong's room, she would have been eavesdropping by the door.
Upon hearing this, she realized that someone was going to paint in the main room, so wouldn't she be able to watch?
This is the painting of the newly appointed top scholar in the imperial examination. Even if he doesn't become an official, he's still a top scholar. He's painting at the Hong family's house now, so this painting is definitely a gift to the Hong family. It will be hung up later, and when the neighbors come over, they can show it off.
Therefore, Mr. Yu was extremely enthusiastic and came running over eagerly.
However, she wasn't needed to move the tables; Xia Yan and Ying Xi each took one and placed the tables near the doorway.
Seeing this, Madam Yu quickly said, "I'll go get a rag and wipe the table."
Actually, the table wasn't dirty. Not to mention the diligent Aunt Hong, even though Yu Shi wasn't a very good person, she was still hardworking.
After wiping it slightly, Xia Yan set out the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone he had brought from the carriage.
Madam Yu asked solicitously, "What would the top scholar like to paint?"
“Draw Lele’s parents,” Aunt Hong replied. “You should also think back to what Dazhuang and his wife look like, and talk to his uncle about it properly, so that you can draw them more realistically.”
Ms. Yu was speechless. She couldn't understand why the parents of the dog-shaped doll were doing this.
That's what she thought, but when she actually started grinding ink and putting pen to paper, she still obediently described the two people's appearances.
Meng Yunzheng was a hermit living in the mountains and had excellent painting skills, but when Aunt Hong and Madam Yu expressed themselves, they were always a little unclear.
After wasting three or five sheets of paper, the last portrait was finally drawn. Aunt Hong and Madam Yu stared wide-eyed in amazement, exclaiming, "It looks just like him! It's so lifelike! Dazhuang looks exactly like that!"
Aunt Hong's eyes reddened slightly. It had been five years since Dazhuang passed away, but seeing his portrait now felt as if he were still there.
Xiao Song blinked; so this was his father.
After Dazhuang's portrait was finished, it was Wei's turn.
With the previous experience, drawing Wei's portrait was much easier. As soon as the two portraits were finished and placed together, Shu Yu couldn't help but exclaim, "Little Lele looks just like them."
"That's right. We couldn't tell when he was little, but now that he's grown up, his nose and eyes are just like the good-looking parts of his parents. Our Lele will definitely be a handsome man in the future."
Little Song Le, who was looking at Wei's portrait, blushed instantly. "Auntie, I... I won't rely on my looks. I'll rely on my abilities in the future."
Beauty is just a shell; only those with real talent and learning, like his uncle, can be respected.
(End of this chapter)
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