Transmigrated into his own aunt

Chapter 65 Painting
The layers of the whole painting are three-dimensional and clear, and the painting skills are so-so.

The rice paper is thin, and the scene depicted on the painting can also be seen from the back. The people who originally wanted to see a joke are now whispering to each other.

The old man still didn't quite believe it, so he took the scroll and said, "Daughter-in-law, is it really you who drew this?"

Ying Wanwan nodded, "Yes, I'll ask Nanfeng to go to the calligraphy and painting shop to frame this painting later, so it can be hung in the study."

Xiao Qingru left his seat, stepped forward to watch, and asked, "Did you really draw it?"

He has done some research on art, and his level is comparable to that of a top student in CAFA, so it's hard to believe that she painted it.

"You bought it at a calligraphy and painting shop, right?" Xiao Nanlin couldn't help snorting.

Ying Wanwan's face remained unchanged, her eyes were as calm as water, "I can mention another calligraphy and painting in front of you."

Su Xiuyun's eyes were darkened to the depths, how could it be possible?

Multiple personality patients are just different in personality, memory, and thinking mode.

It is impossible to know something that the core personality cannot touch.

Thinking of meeting Ying Wanwan for the first time yesterday, and hearing her boasting that she was playing the piano, I thought, "Sister Wanwan, I think your painting is very good, the peony on it looks very vivid, can you send me a picture?" ?”

"No!" Ying Wanwan directly refused, her bright eyes turned on her.

bad woman!
It sounds so nice!

Don't think that you don't know what she's thinking, it's just thinking of a way to embarrass yourself in public, if that's the case, you don't have to give her face.

Looking back, he glanced at Xiao Qingru who was beside him, and saw that the old man still looked unbelievable, his small mouth shrunk, "Grandpa, you don't believe that I painted it, I'm so sad." Squeezed Two drops of tears, raise your hand to wipe.

Old man: "."

Seeing that Ying Wanwan was crying, she seemed a little at a loss, "Sun, daughter-in-law, it's not that grandpa doesn't believe it, it's just that the level of this painting is too high, and grandpa didn't realize it for a while."

"I have such a high standard." Ying Wanwan is not humble at all, "I can draw a different picture now."

Turning around and running upstairs, the ink that Xiao Nanfeng took last night is still in the room, and there is still a piece of rice paper left. Although I can no longer spend three hours to trace a piece in such detail, but a simple landscape can be drawn in a short time come out.

Xiao Qingruchu looked at the picture scroll in front of the old man, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the painting technique was very familiar. When he saw the inscription on the left, his mind suddenly flashed and he remembered it.

The paintings of Ying's second child collected in their school library.

The style of painting is very similar to that of the daughter-in-law, especially the Ying character, where the last line is scribbled together with the radical of the next character, which is almost the same.

Both surnamed Ying, two relatives?

Impossible to think about.

With the attitude of a rogue in-law, if there is a relative from the Ying family, maybe how to publicize it.

On this side, Su Xiuyun's mother, Fang Dalan, stretched out her arm and turned Su Xiuyun, "When will this girl get better? After this person returns to normal, it's pleasing to look at. I took the medicine you brought at home earlier, and became crazy." In that way, I have been worried that the old Xiao family will come to trouble you, but I just speak more straightforwardly."

Su Xiuyun's complexion changed, "Mom, what are you talking nonsense, she is crazy, how can she rely on the medicine I gave her?"

Fang Dalan frowned, "That's what I said, why are you so excited?"

Su Weibing echoed Su Xiuyun, "Miss is right, there are a lot of people here, and others have heard your nonsense, so gossip about our girl later."

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Ying Wanwan slowly went downstairs with rice paper and brush ink.

Spread it directly on the dining table, "Grandpa, I will send you the previous rich Changchun, and I will give grandma a pair of Aoxue red plums, green pine, and red plums, all of which have noble meanings. One can grow on the top of a mountain, and the other can resist It goes well with the snow and severe cold.”

The old lady was coaxed into a smile, left her seat, and walked up to Ying Wanwan, "Your small mouth is really cute." Although her family background was not high, she liked Wanwan from the bottom of her heart.

Xiao Nanlin and Su Xiuyun also surrounded her, and relatives who had good things also followed.

"Sister Xiuyun, you are too close to me, I am afraid you will touch my arm when you turn around, please stay away!" Ying Wanwan stared at her coldly with eyes full of stars.

Su Xiuyun blamed, "Sister Wanwan, look at you, you are so narrow-minded, I haven't touched you yet, why are you making such a fuss?"

In public, Ying Wanwan ridiculed Ying Wanwan for being narrow-minded and unable to get on the stage.

Ying Wanwan: "..." There are so many people, she can't lose her temper, she bears it!
The old lady squinted at Su Xiuyun, then turned her gaze, "Stay away from the table, so as not to affect my granddaughter-in-law's performance."

The old lady made a sound, and the people around the table took a step back.

Ying Wanwan held the brush in a standard posture, with her back straight, and the ink-stained brush brush was stuck to the rice paper for a while, and half of the plum blossom tree trunk sticking out of the scroll jumped onto the paper.

As she began to write, the disdain in Xiao Nanlin's eyes was a little less.

Xiao Qingru and Yu Shuhui exchanged glances, each seeing surprise from the other's eyes.

This time Su Xiuyun saw Ying Wanwan painting with her own eyes, she frowned deeply, and decided to go back to the Imperial Capital to ask her teacher what happened to Ying Wanwan.

According to her understanding, multiple personalities shouldn't be like this.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and Ying Wanwan finished drawing a picture of Aoxue Hongmei.

After the heavy snowfall, the plum trees were covered with a thick layer of snow, but they still stubbornly bloomed plum blossoms quietly, and even snowflakes could be seen on the plum blossom buds.

It is more appropriate to describe the artistic conception of the whole painting with dark fragrance and sparse shadow.

Finally, as usual, she signed her name in the upper left corner.

Every stroke, every pause, was noticed by Xiao Qingru, "Has Wan Wan practiced Ying Dong's paintings?" He knew that she would never have the chance to see Ying Dong's paintings, but he couldn't help it. Export inquiries.

The brush flicked with the sound, and the last stroke became a failure, but fortunately it was not obvious.

Looking at Xiao Qingru, does he know Grandpa?Could it be that he is great-grandpa's friend?Decades later, the appearance of these old men has changed too much.

Just looking at the face, I can't recognize it at all, and Xiao Qingru's name seems to have been seen somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

Returning to my senses, "I haven't heard of it." The big eyes smiled and looked at the old lady, "Grandma, the painting is finished, and I will give it to you."

"Hey, it's so beautiful. This painting is just like the one bought in a calligraphy and painting shop."

"If I draw seriously, it will be better than those sold in ordinary calligraphy and painting shops."

Grandpa's younger brother Ying Dong is a well-known master of traditional Chinese painting, and is best at painting flowers, birds, fish and insects.

When her mind is still not confused, she often guides her to paint, but she is still young and has little experience, and she is far from forming her own painting style.

All of them imitated him, even the signature on the signing office.

Xiao Qingru didn't expect to recognize him.

But it doesn't matter, she has already gone all out!

(End of this chapter)