"Speaking of which, I actually saw those paintings of yours in the art circle. I remember they were accidentally photographed when a friend of Master Moxuan was taking a group photo at his home. I think it was Master Qingfeng!"
After thinking about it carefully, Li Yaosen concluded that it was probably sent by Master Qingfeng.
"Yes, that's right. Master Qingfeng is one of Master's good friends. Master Qingfeng's figure paintings are exceptional!"
I remember when she was learning to paint with Mo Xuan, he specially invited Master Qingfeng to teach her step by step. Master Qingfeng could be considered her half-master.
"I heard that Master Qingfeng doesn't accept disciples. A distant relative once had a child who wanted to become his disciple, but was refused."
Li Yaosen looked regretful, lamenting that such excellent painting skills had no intention of training a successor.
"Master Qingfeng did not accept disciples, and neither my master nor I know the specific reasons. However, when I was learning to paint figures, Master Qingfeng taught me a few times, so my figure painting is not bad."
As Yan Xiluo spoke, she picked up her brush and began to paint intently. The three of them remained silent, watching Yan Xiluo concentrate on her work.
Besides traditional Chinese painting, Yan Xiluo is also skilled in oil painting, gouache painting, and sketching.
Perhaps the reason why drawing is easy for her is because she needs to draw all sorts of design drafts, making it easier for her to learn.
After a while, two figures appeared on the paper, with clear outlines and full of charm, their every frown and smile so lifelike.
"Grandpa, Grandma, this was drawn for you."
Yan Xiluo left her blessings and the date on the traditional Chinese painting, and stamped it with her own seal.
Yan Xiluo has a little habit of carrying her seal with her.
"Luo Luo, you drew this character so realistically! It's exactly the same as Grandpa and Grandma's smile just now, and you even drew the skin texture and wrinkles so meticulously."
Lan Jingyan was amazed. He had seen many portraits, but very few people could paint to this level.
"Luo Luo, your painting is wonderful! It's as if your grandmother has stepped into the painting! And your calligraphy is also very good, almost on par with Jing Yan's!"
Li Yaosen couldn't help but move closer to the painting to admire it, carefully observing each brushstroke from beginning to end.
"Yes! Your grandfather looks like he stepped out of the painting! It's so realistic, every detail is captured! Even the fur is painted with extreme detail, just like the real thing! Luo Luo, your calligraphy is really excellent, you wouldn't happen to be a calligrapher, would you!?"
Si Yaqin felt that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Yan Xiluo was a calligrapher.
"Hehe, Grandma, that's really not true. I just practiced calligraphy casually when I was little. Sometimes I'm lazy and don't really like writing. My teacher even complained that my handwriting is sometimes good and sometimes bad."
She absolutely hates writing! Especially back in school, when she had so much homework and assignments to complete, her hands would cramp up from writing so much every day. To finish her assignments quickly, she would write as sloppily as possible...
She still feels scared when she thinks about those days, and the sight of words gives her a headache.
"Such beautiful handwriting is being criticized? Grandma couldn't write like that!"
Si Yaqin found it hard to understand; she hadn't expected Master Mo Xuan to have such high standards for calligraphy.
Anyway, she can't write such beautiful characters.
"Hehe, Jingyan, quickly write some characters for Luoluo to see. Your calligraphy is famous in the calligraphy circle!"
To put it simply, Lai Yiu-sum just liked Lam King-yin's calligraphy. One year, he even had Lam King-yin write all the couplets for his family.
"Is Ayan's calligraphy really that good?"
Yan Xiluo looked at Lan Jingyan in surprise, while her curiosity was piqued by Li Yaosen and Si Yaqin.
"Yes, he became famous in the calligraphy circle a few years ago with one of his calligraphy works. Many people would pay a lot of money to get his calligraphy. That was because your Grandpa Lan shared it! Jingyan's pen name is Zhuyi. It was because of that that everyone called him Master Zhuyi!"
Li Yaosen smugly showed off, as if Lan Jingyan were his own grandson, and was extremely proud.
"I haven't written in a long time, so I might be a little rusty. I'll just write whatever comes to mind."
Lan Jingyan picked up a calligraphy brush and quickly wrote the five characters "Harmony in the family brings prosperity to all" on the rice paper.
His calligraphy is grand and refined, with a free and easy style that permeates every stroke of each character, and every stroke is powerful and vigorous.
"It's still the same as before, and even better! Jingyan is just too modest."
Li Yaosen gets excited when he sees these beautiful characters; he feels they exude a scholarly atmosphere.
"I never expected Ayan's calligraphy to be so amazing. Every stroke is strong and powerful, and the ink flows like smoke."
Yan Xiluo's affection was written all over her face; how could she write such beautiful handwriting?
"Yes, I remember we even had Jingyan write Spring Festival couplets for us a couple of years ago! When we took them off the following year, we had to handle them very carefully so as not to damage them. Later, they were framed and placed in the library."
Si Yaqin remembers it better than anyone else: at the time, Li Yaosen was reluctant to change it, but he was too embarrassed to ask Lan Jingyan to fly over and write it.
"Grandpa, Grandma, I can do the Spring Festival couplets for the family from now on, don't worry about troubling me."
Upon hearing Si Yaqin's words, Lan Jingyan knew that they really liked and cherished her calligraphy; otherwise, they wouldn't have framed it and placed it in the library for safekeeping.
"Hehe, good! Jingyan is so filial and thoughtful!"
This made Li Yaosen extremely happy; his smile almost reached the sky, and his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Look how happy your grandpa is, and your grandma is happy too."
Si Yaqin increasingly felt that Lan Jingyan and Yan Xiluo were a perfect match. How wonderful! One wrote poetry and the other painted. What a beautiful scene!
"It was just a small favor, as long as Grandpa and Grandma are happy."
Lan Jingyan felt more joy. Perhaps he has changed. He used to be cold and aloof, unable to feel much warmth from others.
He now feels he really enjoys this heartwarming scene.
"I want one too!"
Everyone has one, and Yan Xiluo definitely wants to keep a piece of calligraphy and painting for her collection. She loves his calligraphy so much; it's practically top-notch!
She is a top student, so why doesn't she like writing?
"What do you want me to write for you? Let's discuss it further when we get back?"
He was pleasantly surprised to hear that Yan Xiluo also wanted his calligraphy work, and a slight ripple of emotion stirred within him.
“Okay. Then if you give me calligraphy, I’ll give you a painting. Actually, I’ve already prepared one, I’ll give it to you when I get back.”
Those were sketches she drew of him when she had free time and missed him; she drew many of them.
Whenever she missed him, if he was busy, she would draw him. Each time, her drawing of him showed a different expression, pose, and outfit.
"You've been preparing for this all along? You weren't drawing all night, were you?"
Lan Jingyan's heart tightened. They spent a lot of time together, and even when they weren't together, they were busy with their own work.
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