He Chushu is an acquaintance of Sigu Xuan, needless to say, he was a leader, and took them to visit, except for the literati and scholars here, there are mostly students, today is not a holiday, there are no students, relatively speaking, it is not a crowd.

Xiu'e was not interested in visiting calligraphy and painting, so she went to the pavilion in the garden to sit and rest, and Siqing followed He Chushu into the next exhibition hall.

This hall is also a painting hall, but it is not open, He Chushu can bring her in, there are only two or three paintings hanging on the wall, at a glance, but it is completely different from the landscape paintings in the hall of Fang Cai.

If the landscape is focused on ink, the coloring is elegant, the "giant painting" that almost occupies a wall in front of you is a thick ink and heavy color, although it is the same landscape, but there is no blank space on the whole painting, everywhere the scenery is full of paint.

In Xiu'e's evaluation when she later saw this painting: "Their watercolors don't need money, do they?"

Siqing also noticed that this painting was not painted on rice paper, but on linen, and of course the paint did not seem to be watercolor, but was made of other materials.

He Chushu made a brief introduction: "This is a Western oil painting, not really painted by foreigners, it was copied by someone, this pigment is based on our Chinese painting pigments, and more linseed oil is blended into it, most of these painting art fair members don't like it very much, there are only two or three pairs in the hall, and they have not been exhibited." ”

Siqing said: "Actually, I think it's pretty good. ”

"Art should indeed be the best of all schools. He Chushu also agreed.

The two chatted briefly about the painting, and Siqing remembered what she had just heard, and asked, "Is Mr. really going to leave the Meng family?"

He Chushu wanted to explain this matter at the beginning, but Siqing never asked, he didn't have anything to say, and now that he heard her speak, he said: "I have been teaching Huai'an for five years, and I have taught him all the things that should be taught to him, although he has not made any progress, but I have nothing to tell him, even if I come for another ten or five years, it will be the same." ”

Siqing faintly regretted it, and asked again: "Does Dad agree?"

"Brother Meng has already allowed it, but I can leave when Ting'an comes back at the end of the month and takes a look at his studies abroad. ”

"The third brother is coming back at the end of the month?" she smiled, a little embarrassed in her smile, her brother came back, and he still had to learn from the mouths of others.

"yes, it's been almost three years since he went out, and let's see how he goes. He Chushu said: "If he succeeds in his studies, it will not be in vain for me to lead him to get started, at least I have to feel that the five years in the Meng family have not been in vain." ”

He understood the meaning of his words, and thought about saying a few words for Huai'an, but it was a fact that that guy had studied for five years and had not made any progress, and he didn't know where to beautify him.

Just thinking about it, I heard He Chushu say again: "I heard Huai'an say that you like to paint, and you also have talent, it would be good if you had the opportunity to come to the art fair, but it's a pity that ......."

It's a pity that he knows the rules of the Meng family too well, and it is impossible to let a woman show up and work.

Siqing also knew it in her heart, she sighed softly: "I'm still a layman in painting." ”

"No, you get started quickly, you just need someone to mention some, not to mention, painting, three points of skill, seven points of comprehension, after all, everyone's view of beauty is different, and the vision is also different, if it is the same in the box, it loses its meaning. ”

He Chushu said, as if thinking of something, paused, and said tentatively: "Anyway, I still have more than ten days to stay in the Meng family, why don't you come over these days and I will teach you something systematically?"

Siqing smiled faintly, remembering the attitude of the old lady and Meng Hongxian, and did not answer.

The other party saw through her mind and admonished: "You don't live for the Meng family, it's useless to drown your talents in order to please them." ”

Seeing that she was still silent, but it was difficult to persuade her, so he had to lead her to the next place.

Bypass a small door in front, it is a courtyard, hang a vertical wooden sign next to it, write "look back at the pavilion", this is the courtyard of Sigu Xuan, the other side has its own entrance and door, belongs to Sigu Xuan and is relatively independent.

Although the courtyard is small, but the repair is elegant, the three rooms are located on three sides, the pattern is similar to the peripheral exhibition hall, there is a small pavilion in the courtyard, there are some plastic pottery or porcelain embryos in the pavilion, which has not yet been formed, it may have been brewed for a long time, and it has been dried.

"This courtyard was originally a porcelain art workshop, compared to calligraphy and painting, porcelain art is not common, most people are not proficient, at first there were a few people here to study, now no one. He Chu said.

"My father should be ......" Speaking of porcelain art, Siqing immediately remembered Meng Hongxian.

"Si Gu Xuan invited your father to run this workshop, but he refused. He Chushu replied one step ahead of her, in terms of porcelain art, of course, other people can also think of Meng Hongxian immediately.

"Your father is now focusing on the firing on the kiln, and he basically doesn't touch the porcelain painting anymore, and Si Gu Xuan pays more attention to the aspect of porcelain painting, and anyone who knows how to paint can say a thing or two, not to mention, there is no open fire here, and it is impossible to build a kiln, so he has more reason not to come. ”

He Chushu continued: "I also persuaded him, but after he entered the palace, he sealed the pen, and the exhortation is useless, hey, the only porcelain that can show our artistic style is the only thing that is beyond the reach of other countries, but I don't know if it can be passed on." ”

"The Meng family has been doing porcelain painting for several generations, and it should be no problem to inherit it, if nothing else, just for the Meng family's job, and this skill will not be wasted. Siqing replied that she still had confidence in Meng Hongxian.

He Chushu shook his head: "The so-called inheritance is to remove its dross and extract its essence, not to blindly copy it stereologically, otherwise, even if it is not abandoned by itself, it will be eliminated by the times." ”

Siqing was stunned, and seemed to have an understanding: "What Mr. said is extremely true." ”

"But your father is not one to listen to advice. He Chushu smiled, walked out of the courtyard with her, and looked back after walking a few steps: "I hope that one day someone can set up this workshop." ”

Half a noon, after viewing the exhibition hall, Siqing went home.

He Chushu took leave today and didn't have to go back to Meng's house, so the two said goodbye.

Today's rewards all made Siqing marvel and admire, her heart was surging like a tide, and she couldn't calm down for a long time, and inexplicably began to recall He Chushu's words, thinking about it, holding a stubborn breath, and unconsciously clenched her hands.

Seeing her solemn expression, Xiu'e asked her why, she repeated Mr. He's words, and asked Xiu'e: "I think I should go and learn painting from Mr., right?"

All it takes is one person, no matter who it is, to give her an affirmation, and she will be able to firm up her beliefs.

But Xiu'e replied: "Didn't the master not let you go to study, you better not make the master angry!"

That breath was dispelled in an instant, and her whole spirit suddenly became decadent.

Xiu'e sensed that something was wrong, and said: "Actually, Miss, didn't you learn a lot of things for the second young master before, or you still paint for him, you can still learn, so the master can't find out, anyway, the second young master doesn't want to learn, I think he would like someone to do it for him." ”

She shook her head: "Whether the second brother wants to paint or not, I shouldn't deprive him of the right to study, he had to hurt his hand before, and now there is no reason, I can't do this." ”

Bowing his head and speaking, he just stepped out of the door of Sigu Xuan, but he didn't have time to bump into a person.

Before she looked up, she heard the man scolding, but the voice was somewhat familiar, and when she raised her eyes to see the person clearly, the person also saw her clearly, and immediately changed her face to anger to joy, and the speed of changing her face was as unpredictable as the wind and clouds.

The man smiled and said, "It turned out to be the fourth sister, I have offended a lot, please forgive me!"

Siqing took a step back and saluted: "See Cheng Gongzi." ”

The person who came was Cheng Yiheng, Siqing recognized it, but Xiu'e didn't know it, she saw the other party's frivolous words, and couldn't help frowning: "Who are you, how do you call our young lady, who is your sister?"

"Hey, I'm Meng Huai'an's brother who worships the handle, call your young lady the fourth sister, it's not overstepping, right?" Cheng Yiheng snorted coldly and stepped into the door.

took a step, turned around, and said with a smile: "What the little girl just said is right, Meng Huai'an's kid has a headache when he sees the paint, he definitely doesn't want to paint, fourth sister, you paint for him, I can still call him out, kill two birds with one stone, he is also happy, with my understanding of him, he agrees to this matter." After saying that, he patted his chest and turned to go in.

Xiu'e's eyes widened here, and this guy heard all the conversation between the two of them?

It's okay to hear it, it's not something unsightly, it's just that Xiu'e is quite emotional, I can't imagine that the second young master still has friends who will come to the art fair!

returned to Meng's house.

Siqing unconsciously came to the library.

The study garden is a small garden separated by Meng Mansion in the east corner of the front yard, which is specially used for several children to study, and it was still lively before, but now it is very deserted.

Mr. He is on leave today, and Meng Huai'an will definitely not stay here, so she wants to take a walk here with that trace of extravagant hope that cannot be erased.

But he didn't expect that Meng Huai'an was honestly in it today, and he was quietly flipping through a line book, and from the outside, he was reading very attentively.

Seeing her coming, the other party put the book on the desk and got up to greet her: "Why did you come here?"

"Just take a look. Siqing smiled: "It's you, Mr. He pressed his head to let you stay here on weekdays, but you tried every possible way to run, Mr. today is on leave, why are you here?"

"Hey, I'm staying in my yard, a few old seniors are following my father's explanation, and when they see me doing something, they will tell me a couple of sentences, and they can always talk about learning to paint, it's not as clean here. ”

After a pause: "How do you know that Mr. He is on leave today?"

Siqing truthfully replied that he had seen Mr. He in Siguxuan today, and also told him that he had also seen Cheng Yiheng, and when he mentioned Cheng Yiheng, he remembered his words, and saw the impatient look of the person in front of him when he talked about painting, his heart swelled for a while, he thought for a long time, and asked cautiously: "Do you really hate painting so much?"

"yes. Huai'an sat down on the chair and said lazily: "The Meng family's porcelain paintings have their own Ting'an to pick them up, why should I bother with this thought?"

She looked at him in surprise, it turned out that he was very clear about Meng Hongxian's partiality, and for a moment, she even thought that this person actually knew that he was not the biological son of the Meng family.

But when he heard the other party say again: "Ting'an has been quieter than me since he was a child, and he can sit still, if he doesn't accept this drudgery, who will take it?"

It turned out that he was just afraid of trouble, Siqing sighed, thinking that he had overestimated him.