Chapter 370 Xu Wan teases him

Xu Wan actually learned painting in the two years since she married into the Marquis's Mansion. In modern times, there is no time to learn, and in the Shangshu Mansion, there is no money to learn. The Marquis's Mansion gave her freedom, allowing her to read books, practice calligraphy, and learn painting in her spare time.

Originally it was just a hobby for her to pass the time, but one day her mother-in-law found out about it and specially invited a painting master to give her lessons for a period of time. Xu Wan was flattered at the time, but it was not easy to refuse her mother-in-law's kindness, so she followed the master and studied for a while.

The pen in her hand fell, and she filled in Zong Zhao's eyes. She remembered that look, always looking at her so quietly, impartially.

Xu Wan picked up a ruler and pressed the painting on the table, waiting for it to dry. Looking at it again now, although the mother and son occupy a large part of the main painting, the gaze in the window in the lower right corner adds warmth.

It felt like - when they were playing and fighting, there was always someone quietly accompanying and protecting them from afar.

There were footsteps outside the door.

Zong Zhao came in with a new quilt and saw her sitting at the desk. He paused and suddenly remembered that he had not put away the painting he had drawn last night. But Xu Wan looked at him with a smile, which made him too nervous to come over. Zong Zhao put the quilt down and pretended to be busy making the quilt.

Xu Wan couldn't help but ask, "It's not even night yet, why are you spreading the quilt? Don't you never take a nap?"

Zong Zhao tried to make amends for herself: "Today I want to try taking a nap with you." She especially liked taking a nap.

Xu Wan teased him deliberately: "Oh, sure, but I just found a painting and I don't know who painted it. Is it Jincheng? This kid learns things quickly and is very good at painting."

Zong Zhao replied stiffly: "Does he have time to learn painting?" Isn't it said that if you are ignorant before the age of eight, you will study hard after the age of eight?

Xu Wan pretended to be serious and said, "Sometimes you have to admit that someone is gifted. At that time, I also thought that this bastard was uneducated and a waste. As a result, he turned out to be a genius in Cuju, throwing pots, and chuiwan. You don't know, he once kicked a spinning ball on the Cuju field. It was so cool that I was so shocked that I praised him in my dreams."

It was obvious that Zong Zhao could no longer laugh.

"So I think he might have a talent for painting. He can do it as soon as he paints, right?" Xu Wan looked at him with a smile.

Zong Zhao was silent for a while, then whispered, "No."

Xu Wan suppressed her laughter and continued to ask him, "If it wasn't painted by Jincheng, then who painted it, Cuizhi?"

Zong Zhao: “…”

Xu Wan's bad taste came back again.

When she was fighting against the little devil before, she always liked to tease him. Later, the little devil made peace with her and she was too embarrassed to provoke him again. But now she found that Zong Zhao was also quite fun and he was always right when she teased him.

For example, now, she clearly felt that he was holding back, wanting to say it but being too embarrassed to admit that he was secretly drawing them.

Xu Wan continued to stimulate him, praising him: "Cuizhi's painting is really good. It captures the expressions of Jincheng and me very well. I want to hang it up so that I can see it every day when I come to the desk."

Zong Zhao was stunned for a moment and asked, "Do you like it very much?"

Xu Wan nodded and smiled, "I like it. Go get me a nail and a hammer so I can nail it. Oh, and you can nail it, too, right?"

Zong Zhao replied, "Yes, everyone who enters the Gongyuan needs to learn it."

"That's right. Jincheng had learned it in advance when he went to take the Boy's Examination." Xu Wan said.

Zong Zhao came in with a nail. He naturally wouldn't let Xu Wan do it, so he gestured on the back wall with the nail: "Where do you want to nail it? Is this okay?"

Xu Wan took a look and found that the viewing angle was quite suitable for her height. However, because she added the painting in the lower right corner, the center of gravity of the entire painting expanded, so this position was not suitable: "A little higher, this is too short."

Zong Zhao stepped on the stool and moved his hand holding the nail up another foot: "How about this? Is it too high? It's hard to see clearly."

Xu Wan took a step back, looked at the position where he raised his hand, gestured with the painting in her hand, and said seriously: "Okay, okay, let's do it here."

Zong Zhao thought it was a bit high, but she liked it, so he nailed it without hesitation. The small hammer was very convenient, but he deliberately used less strength and nailed it carefully bit by bit.

"Give me the hammer and I'll give you the painting." Xu Wan handed him the scroll.

Zong Zhao bent down and handed her the hammer, then took the scroll and hung it on the nail. He then got down from the stool, turned around and looked at the painting. He didn't know when someone had added a corner to it.

——It was him looking out of the window.

The original painting was of a mother and son having fun; the current painting is of a warm family of three.

It was she who painted him through painting.

Zong Zhao felt his chest beating violently, and the feeling of happiness spread from his eyes to his heart, like a fine and dense spring rain, nourishing every part of his body without him realizing it.

He clenched his fingers nervously, and after a long while he turned around and asked, "Did you draw this?"

Xu Wan deliberately replied: "It's hard to say, maybe it was also painted by Cuizhi. She secretly observed the three of us."

This time, Zong Zhao did not continue to believe her, but asked back: "Did you see me last night?" He remembered that she did not look towards the window.

Xu Wan shook her head and said, "No, I just drew it randomly based on my guess. Oh, no, you mean you thought I saw you, so you drew this picture. In other words, my drawing is very close to what happened last night. Am I right?"

Zong Zhao whispered, "You draw very well."

Xu Wan could see with her own eyes that her ears were turning red. She felt that her girlish heart that had been drowned in her studies was about to be rekindled. In the past, she was in a hurry to catch up and only focused on study and work, and never paid attention to the emotional lives of girls of the same age.