Chapter 14
"Thank you, Uncle Butler~"
Sangsang thanked Butler He very politely, and her soft and sweet voice melted Butler He's heart.
Butler He quickly had someone tidy up a table, spread a felt mat on the table, and put raw rice paper on it.
Yan Mengting still felt that Su Sangsang couldn't paint Chinese paintings at all, and even if she could, she wouldn't be better than her!
"Sister Sangsang, what are you going to draw?"
Yan Mengting continued to look at Sangsang with a smile.
Sangsang looked at Yan Mengting, thought for a while in his little head, and decided not to hide it from Yan Mengting.
"Sangsang wants to paint flowers!"
Sangsang knew clearly in her heart that if she didn't say it now, when she was drawing later, this big sister with a weird smile would be able to see what she was drawing.
Might as well tell this big sister now.
Otherwise, when she officially started drawing, the older sister would keep looking in her direction, which would really affect her drawing.
After answering Yan Mengting's question, Sangsang ran to the table with great interest on his short legs.
Because the table was too high and Sangsang was too short, even if she stood on tiptoe, she couldn't reach it.
Looking at Sangsang's funny appearance, Yan Mengting smiled contemptuously. She did not choose to lend a hand to help her. She just walked to the table as if nothing had happened, picked up the brush and started painting.
When Su Sangsang chose to paint flowers, Yan Mengting could guess that Su Sangsang must have just learned Chinese painting not long ago. After all, flowers and birds are the most basic and simplest things in Chinese painting.
But what she wanted to paint was not that simple, she wanted to paint a freehand landscape painting!
Seeing that Yan Mengting had already started painting, Sangsang was not in a hurry. He ran over with his short legs to ask Su Jintian for help.
"Dad, can you carry Sangsang upstairs to draw? Sangsang is too short and can't reach the table..."
Putting aside Sangsang's soft, baby voice, just because Su Jintian likes his daughter, he would not refuse Sangsang's request.
He held Sangsang in one hand and walked steadily towards the table covered with raw rice paper.
In Su Jintian's eyes, no matter whether Sangsang's agreement to participate in the Chinese painting competition with Yan Mengting was a joke or not, he would support Sangsang unconditionally.
Even though Sangsang has no talents, his love for Sangsang remains unchanged.
Since Sangsang wants to play now, Su Jintian will not stop Sangsang. If Sangsang really likes Chinese painting in the future, they can take her to learn it.
Sangsang stood on a chair, picked up a medium-sized brush, wet it with clean water, and then dipped a little ink from the ink tray and placed it on the tip of the brush.
Sangsang held the brush up and down.
Relying on his memory, he slowly painted on the raw rice paper the peonies that he had seen in the Su family garden when he was taking a walk with Grandpa Su.
Because this was Sangsang's first time to paint peonies, he was not very skilled in many aspects and had to pause for a while to recall the appearance of the peony in his mind.
Su Jintian, who initially thought Sangsang was just playing around, was so surprised that he couldn't say a word when he saw Sangsang's painting slowly taking shape.
It was even hard to believe what I saw with my own eyes.
Was this bright peony painting in front of me really drawn by a three-year-old girl?
Yan Mengting finished the painting and put down her brush with confidence.
Prepare to go over and make fun of Su Sangsang.
Who would have thought that when she saw Su Sangsang's unfinished painting, she was stunned where she was.
The colors in the painting are monotonous, with only three colors: black, white and gray. Each petal seems to have its own soul, with various postures and graceful shapes.
The peony flower looks even more gorgeous and charming in its stamens, against the backdrop of bees and butterflies.
Yan Mengting's mouth unconsciously opened into a big "O" shape and she shook her head in disbelief.
No!
Impossible, this definitely wasn't drawn by Su Sangsang!
How could Su Sangsang, a wild girl from the country, be able to paint Chinese paintings, and paint better than her! ! !
It was obviously the simplest introduction, but in Su Sangsang's writing, she actually saw a different side from others.
Su Sangsang's paintings always seem to be full of their own unique soul, and every detail can touch the hearts of those who view them.
Sangsang put down the brush and was about to get off the stool when his body suddenly hung in the air. He looked back in fear.
It turned out that it was her father who picked her up, and she thought it was a bad guy.
Sangsang looked at Su Jintian blankly. Su Jintian said nothing. He gently put Sangsang on the ground and explained, "The stool is too high. Daddy is afraid that Sangsang will fall. Sangsang must not do such dangerous things again in the future, okay?"
Sangsang nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
On the other hand, Su Hao, who was standing next to him, puffed up his cheeks and looked at Su Jintian angrily.
Is his dad mistaken?
When he was as old as Su Sangsang, his father never spoke to him so gently!
What else can I tell him? Be a real man and don’t ask others for help every time you encounter difficulties!
Learn to solve your own problems!
Su Hao finally understood that his sister was the one and only treasure in the family, and they were just produced by a wholesale factory.
Before Yan Mengting recovered from her shock, she heard Sangsang's voice beside her.
"Sister, it's wrong for you to draw like this."
"My grandma said that when painting, we should not be impatient or utilitarian, and we should feel each painting with our heart."
"Sister, there is nothing wrong with the composition of your painting, but with that painting of yours, the composition is wrong!"
Sangsang talked to Yan Mengting seriously about the problem with her landscape painting.
Although Sangsang doesn't like this elder sister, she doesn't want her to disrespect painting.
You can't paint just to become famous.
She has always kept in mind the lessons her grandma taught her!
Yan Mengting blushed and buried her head.
It was the first time for her to be taught by a girl who was a dozen years younger than her! ! !
If this gets out, where will she save her face?
In the end, it is clear who wins and who loses.
The old lady and her family couldn't say anything, so they could only go back and forth from where they came from, covered in dust and dirt.
As soon as she walked out of the Su family villa, the old lady vented all her anger on Yan Mengting.
He slapped her in the face and said, "You useless piece of trash! We spent so much money to send you to learn Chinese painting, but you can't even compare to a little girl!"
"Ohhh! My sister got beaten!"
The little boy danced around Yan Mengting.
The old lady came from the countryside and still retains the idea of favoring boys over girls, so no matter what Yan Mengting and Yan Ling do, they must follow the principle of giving priority to their younger brother.
Anyone who dared to violate these principles would be severely beaten by the old lady, including Yan Ling, who was only five years old. The old lady would not show mercy because of her young age.
Yan Mengting covered her face and looked at the old woman in front of her in embarrassment, "Grandma, if we can let Su Sangsang get lost once, we can let her get lost a second time! Without Su Sangsang, will the Su family still be unwilling to adopt Yan Ling?"
At the same time, in the Su family villa.
Su Jintian looked at the Chinese painting that Sangsang had painted thoughtfully. The level of the painting was higher than that of many Chinese painting masters.
Su Jintian squatted down and looked at little Sangsang affectionately: "Sangsang, tell Dad, who taught you Chinese painting? Also, who is the grandma you mentioned?"
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