Jiang Quan has followed Grandpa Jiang since he was a child and has experienced all kinds of situations. Although he is well-read and has learned some skills from the old man, he does not know much about painting.
After I married Yu Zhenling, I started to study painting a little, but it was still a bit amateurish.
With his research on Chinese painting, he can naturally see that this painting uses distinct layers of ink, and from this basis it is a good painting.
The painting style is freehand, with a dead tree, a stone table underneath, and an old man.
The whole picture has no special colors, but it is unexpectedly smooth and eye-catching.
Jiang Quan was invited to Yu Yong's art exhibition once, and he saw some famous paintings. As for Jiang Xinran's paintings, he saw even more, and after seeing so much, he also developed some appreciation ability.
Compared with Yu Yong, Jiang Xinran's paintings are too mechanical.
However, Jiang Quan could naturally see that the painting at hand was not comparable to Jiang Xinran's, whether in terms of the use of ink or the literary style.
The brushwork is smooth, as if completed in one go, and has its own style.
that is……
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It's a little dirty and has a thin layer of dust on it.
Jiang Quan remembered that Meng Fu said she could draw. He looked at Meng Fu and asked, "Fu'er, did you draw this?"
As soon as he asked the question, Jiang Quan felt that he was overthinking. The use of ink in this painting was just right, and it would take more than ten years of practice to achieve that.
Meng Fu unscrewed the bottle cap in her hand, smelled the smell inside, then glanced at the painting in Jiang Quan's hand and said "hmm".
"I knew it wasn't..." Jiang Quan said subconsciously, and then he realized what Meng Fu said. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Meng Fu: "You said... this, this painting was drawn by you?"
Meng Fu screwed up the cap of the perfume bottle, turned sideways, and placed the capped bottle in front of Jiang Quan: "I know my painting is not elegant enough, you don't have to complain about me."
Jiang Quan: “???”
"Wait, it's not worthy of being presented in a formal setting? Who told you that?" Jiang Quan looked at the expression on Meng Fu's face and was confused when he saw that she didn't seem to be joking.
"My master." Meng Fu stood up and went to the bookshelf to find a few more books for herself to take with her. Having said this, she touched her nose and spoke vaguely.
She was embarrassed to say that she drew this picture for her master on his birthday and was scolded for it.
Because at that time, after studying painting for a few months, she went to learn fortune-telling from a Taoist priest in the mountains.
When she packed her things and went to City T, she accidentally took the painting with her, and she used it as a separator.
Jiang Quan no longer had time to think about the issue of his master. His mind was full of Meng Fu's paintings, and he asked Meng Fu to give the paintings to him.
"Take it." Meng Fu waved his hand.
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Jiang Quan sent Meng Fu back to the training camp and drove back to the Jiang family.
As for Jiang Ran's matter, Meng Fu didn't say anything, so he didn't ask, but asked his secretary to check it out.
After arriving at the Jiang family, the secretary had already found out the whole story. With Jiang Quan's intervention, Yu Zhenling's affairs could no longer be concealed. Previously, the old man only knew that Meng Fu was bullied, and he didn't know that Yu Zhenling was involved.
Now I know that his eyebrows and eyes are covered with a layer of frost.
The driver didn't dare to say a word along the way.
At the Jiang family, Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran, and Jiang Xinchen were all downstairs. At the same time, there was also a special guest, Tong Eryu.
Seeing Jiang Quan coming back, everyone stood up.
Yu Zhenling also put down her teacup and looked at Jiang Quan with a smile.
Before he could say anything, Jiang Quan asked in a deep voice: "You are making decisions on Fu'er's matter?"
When Meng Fu was mentioned, Yu Zhenling's face turned cold, but she still knew that there were guests at home, so Jiang Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen sent Tong Eryu out.
There is a special atmosphere between these two people.
But they were all quite polite and greeted Tong Eryu.
After the two of them went upstairs, Tong Eryu followed Jiang Xinran out of the door, and then he looked back and asked, "Uncle Jiang, was that Meng Fu?"
"Who else could it be other than her?" Jiang Xinchen muttered, "My parents have quarreled over her countless times, asking her to go to school but she refused. This time it's because of something in the entertainment industry."
Jiang Xinran hesitated when he heard this, "Is it because of lip-syncing?"
Tong Eryu frowned and said nothing more.
inside the house.
Yu Zhenling looked at Jiang Quan, sat back on the sofa, and sneered: "Did Meng Fu come to you to complain?"
"Complain to me? If she really wanted to complain to me, would dad still be able to sit at home?!" Jiang Quan's heart twisted when he thought of this. He didn't know whether Meng Fu knew about Yu Zhenling's affairs. If Meng Fu knew, he couldn't imagine what Meng Fu's mood was when he went to see her just now.
Didn’t complain?
Yu Zhenling looked up in a daze.
The veins on Jiang Quan's temples were bulging. "She has suffered so much outside for so many years and just came back. Can't you be like a normal mother? Xinran is not your daughter, but you treat her so well. Why do you have such a big problem with her? I feel ashamed when I think about what you have done. How can I face her in the future? Huh?!"
It would have been fine if Jiang Quan hadn't said this. When Yu Zhenling said this, her eyes became red. "You sound nice. When has she ever respected me? When she just came back, I helped her practice for a school, but she said she would drop out? Did she listen to me when I asked her to learn etiquette, piano, and calligraphy? My Yu family has always been a family of scholars, but in the end, a third-rate actor with no knowledge of literature appeared. You are worried that you can't see Meng Fu, but why don't you think about how I will see my family?"
"Let's not talk about anything else. This time, I did it for your sake so that you wouldn't make enemies over there. I was thinking about you. In the end, I was the one who was wrong."
Yu Zhenling tried to talk to Jiang Quan in a nice way, but she started to cry while talking, and Jiang Quan had a headache.
Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen came back outside the door and couldn't help but look at Jiang Quan. Jiang Quan was so angry that he turned away and went out again.
Of course, Jiang Quan didn't just leave because he was pissed off by Yu Zhenling, but he also went to Yu's house on the way.
The servant took Jiang Quan to the study.
Yu Yong was looking at the paintings of the students in the association. When he saw Jiang Quan coming in, he put down the pen he was annotating and asked someone to pour Jiang Quan a cup of tea. "Why did you come to see me today?"
Jiang Quan didn't bother to exchange pleasantries with Yu Yong. He directly took out a long box and handed it to Yu Yong: "This is the painting I found at Fu'er's place today. I think her paintings are not inferior to Yu Xinran. She must be talented in this area. I hope you can take a look."
Jiang Quan had someone buy this box specifically for Meng Fu's painting.
Meng Fu's painting?
Hearing this, Yu Yong looked up at Jiang Quan and took the painting: "Okay, wait until I finish reading the homework of these students."
Jiang Quan felt relieved after hearing what Yu Yong said. Because he still had to go back to deal with Yu Zhenling's matter, he didn't bother Yu Yong anymore and left.
After sending him away, Jiang Quan returned to the study, without even looking at the long box on the table, and told the people around him calmly: "Take it to the utility room."
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