Ren Yaoqi and Ren Yaohua followed Ren Shimin to the main room.
Ren Shimin occasionally turned around and talked to Ren Yaoqi about his participation in a painting club in the capital.
"...The winner this time was our Yanbei Prince's 'Autumn Residence in Dongzhuang,' but my favorite is still Senior Chen Jingyang's 'Passing the Plum Forest.' It truly possesses an ancient and elegant spirit, a refined charm, seamless brushstrokes, brilliant use of ink, varied composition, and sublime colors..."
Seeing him shaking his head excitedly as he joined in the painting, Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but smile, "Dad, isn't he participating this time too? I remember it was your most proud painting, 'Four Scenes of the Western Hills.'"
Ren Shimin paused, a little embarrassed. "This is my father's first time participating in an art exhibition. Before going to Beijing, I was full of confidence, thinking that even if I didn't win the first prize, I would definitely be in the top three. But after seeing Mr. Chen's paintings, I deeply believe that I was too arrogant before..."
Ren Yaoqi shook his head upon hearing this. "Mr. Chen is already over sixty, but you haven't even reached thirty yet, Dad. He might not have been as good as you at your age. I've heard that while painting relies heavily on basic skills, personal life experience is also important. Even if it's the same person, the autumn scenery they see at thirty is different from the autumn scenery they see at fifty. Different perspectives, different mindsets, naturally lead to different paintings."
Ren Shimin was shocked when he heard this, and even stopped to think carefully for a while. Then he turned to look at Ren Yaoqi and laughed: "Yaoyao, what you said is quite fresh, but it also makes a lot of sense. I wonder which expert did you hear this from? I must ask him for advice."
Ren Yaoqi lowered his head and smiled, but his thoughts drifted away.
It's a shame that her father's painting, "Four Scenes of the Western Hills," wasn't included in this year's art fair. It was the only thing she took with her when she left the Ren family. Later, Mr. Pei accidentally saw it and was amazed. He kept asking her where the painter was. When he learned it was her late father, he was heartbroken.
Mr. Pei once commented on this painting with some of his friends. They all said that the painter was extremely talented, just lacking a little bit of skill. Given time, he would surely become famous. Talent is the most precious and indispensable soul of a painter.
"Yaoyao?" Ren Shimin came over and patted her head gently.
Ren Yaoqi said dissatisfiedly: "Daddy, how many times have you stopped patting my head!" There was a girlish coquettishness in her tone that made her stunned.
Ren Shimin was already used to his daughter's occasional spoiled behavior and laughed heartily: "You are so smart at your age, it must be thanks to your daily photos. This is called a wake-up call!"
Looking at his smug expression, Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but smile. In the eyes of everyone in the Ren family, Ren Yaohua was smarter and more sensible than Ren Yaoqi, and her mother was no exception.
Only her father thought that his daughter was better than anyone else.
Since she was young, she showed a talent for painting that was different from her peers. In order to compete with her sister and win her father's favor, she worked hard on calligraphy and painting.
Although Mr. Pei later commented that her paintings were too imaginative and superficial, and that she would never achieve greatness, in her father's eyes, his daughter, who could discuss music, chess, calligraphy, and painting with him at this age, was the one who most resembled him.
Therefore, he was indifferent to his other children, but loved her very much.
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