The door was opened, and an old man with silver hair, a long beard of the same color as his hair, a thin figure but a vigorous face, and an elegant temperament appeared in front of him. This man was Zhao Xubai, Zhao Yilu's grandfather.
Fan Xi called out sweetly, "Grandpa..."
Zhao Xubai looked at Zhao Yilu and Fan Xi, smiled and nodded, his eyes full of tenderness, "Come in quickly, your grandma can't wait any longer."
Zhao Yilu let out an "Ah..." and smiled as he pulled Fan Xi into the yard.
The small yard was tidied up very cleanly. Unlike other farmyards, the yard was not filled with peppers and corns. Instead, there was a crabapple tree. There was a stone table under the crabapple tree and two stone benches next to it. It was obvious that this was a place where two elderly people could relax and enjoy the cool air in the summer.
Just as Fan Xi and his companions took a few steps inside, the door was pushed open and a thin woman came out. Her hair was as silvery white as frost and snow, neatly tied behind her head and fixed with a plain hairpin. A few strands of hair were lightly scattered on her forehead, adding a touch of gentleness to her.
The old woman's lips curled up slightly with a faint smile, and she took a few steps forward. Only then did Fan Xi realize that the woman's feet were very small, not much bigger than the palm of his hand, and she walked very slowly...
Zhao Yilu showed his eight big white teeth and called out in a clear voice, "Grandma, I'm here!"
Fan Xi also stood beside Zhao Yilu and shouted openly, "Grandma, I am Yilu's wife, Fan Xi!"
The woman standing at the door smiled gently. Although her voice was a little hoarse, it was very gentle. "You two children have worked hard. Come inside quickly. It's cold outside."
Zhao smiled and pulled Fan Xi into the house.
A coal fire burned beside the earthen kang, keeping it warm. Although the room was simply furnished, with only a simple cabinet, a set of wooden tables and chairs, and a long table Zhao Xubai used for painting, both the arrangement and the design gave people a sense of harmony. On the long wooden table in front of the window, Zhao Xubai's completed paintings were placed...
Fan Xi couldn't help but go in to take a look. The painting was "A Thousand Trees Frozen". Although the painting was not yet finished, Fan Xi could already feel the majestic momentum of thousands of trees frozen in ice and tens of thousands of trees falling in snow!
Anyone who has experience with art knows that a painting like this can easily sell for tens of thousands of dollars after forty years. If the artist becomes more famous, even seven figures will be no problem!
Fan Xi couldn't help but admire the old man in front of him even more.
Zhao Xubai saw that Fan Xi was looking at the painting seriously, so he stepped forward and asked, "Miss Fan, do you also know how to paint?"
Before Fan Xi could even begin to speak, Zhao Yilu proudly declared, "Fan Xi is an amazing painter. Her picture books are now selling tens of thousands of copies every month and are incredibly popular!"
"Oh?" Zhao Xubai was surprised and became more interested in his granddaughter-in-law.
"Girl Fan, I have all the pens, ink, paper, and inkstone here. Why don't you come and paint a few strokes?"
Fan Xi has loved painting since he was a child. Seeing Zhao Xubai's things, he was already itching to paint. When Zhao Xubai invited him like this, he didn't care about anything else. He nodded, took out a blank piece of rice paper, spread it on the table, picked up the paintbrush and started painting!
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