Chapter 2026: The Host and the Guests Have Fun 2

Wen Yue has the same attitude, and Wen Ruyu is no less so.

When Feng Qingxue and Wen Yue came in, Wen Ruyu waved at her, "Xiaoxue, come here."

Wen Yue quickly let go of Feng Qingxue's hand, pushed her away, and said with a smile: "Your teacher is calling you, go!"

Feng Qingxue walked up to Wen Ruyu and was grabbed by Wen Ruyu. She said to her friends who were sitting around, standing by the window, or chatting with acquaintances in the living room, "I have invited you here today for no other reason than to tell you that I, Old Wen, am back alive. I also want to introduce you to my last disciple. Please take good care of me in the future."

It was fine for those who knew Feng Qingxue, they all smiled knowingly, but those who didn't know her were all curious.

Seeing that she was less than 30 years old, with a beautiful face, and a simple lake green dress that made her figure even more graceful, like a peony in full bloom in the spring breeze, she was elegant and noble with a strong scholarly air, and was obviously deeply influenced by calligraphy and painting. The oil painting master Su Mingan smiled and said, "Old Wen, you have a good disciple. Are you willing to be my model?"

Ouyang Lan glanced at him and said, "Lao Su, why did you break your leg? It was because your students dug up the past and said that you used female students as models. Now you keep calling them models."

Su Mingan waved his hand, "Ouyang, don't say that. Can you blame me? Besides, I didn't paint any horrific nude portraits. I just painted traditional and progressive women in our country, all wrapped up tightly. I received payment. I have also painted men and women from all walks of life, ages and different industries in our country, not just women. Those who despise our paintings and models are just lewd people who think badly of others because of their own dirty thoughts."

If he really painted a nude portrait, it would not be as simple as breaking a leg.

He had a fellow apprentice who was an excellent painter, but he was a bohemian by nature and liked to paint women, which he did in great detail, and was considered to be at the pinnacle of perfection. It was because of this that he lost his life, and his bones were crushed and scattered. If there was a grave, the grass would be taller than the man.

"Xiaoxue is learning painting from me, but she is not your model." Wen Ruyu said, pulling the graceful Fubao to his side, "Let me introduce another person. Her name is Lu Tianhui, she is fifteen this year. Although she is my disciple, I am also the one who taught her painting. I have taught her for longer than I taught her mother. She is young and has a tender face. You are all grandfathers or grandmothers. You should help this child more from now on. Don't pretend not to know me when we meet. I am Old Wen's disciple."

Su Mingan praised: "The elder one is as gorgeous as a peony, and the younger one is about to bloom, and you can also see her stunning appearance. They are all extraordinary. Little girl, can grandpa draw a portrait for you tomorrow? Grandpa's paintings are very good, and they have been exhibited in art museums abroad."

Fubao smiled and said generously, "Okay, I'll wait for Grandpa Su's gift!"

She spent a long time with Wen Ruyu, and often listened to him talk about the past and old friends in her spare time. She knew that Su Ming'an was the leading oil painting master in the painting world. In the 1930s and 1940s, his oil paintings had been sold overseas and were extremely famous.

It was her honor that Su Mingan was willing to paint for her alone.

As Su Mingan himself said, his oil paintings are very serious and not those that are meant to attract attention.

Su Mingan was delighted to hear this, "Good boy!"

(End of this chapter)