While the Ren family stood at the door of the villa to watch the gorgeous fireworks and immersed themselves in the joy brought by the Lunar New Year, the Zuo Yuqiu family also spent the New Year in their own way in the red brick villa on Huashan Road, Jing'an District, Hanhai City.

Zuo Yuqiu, who returned from a visit to Europe, although his face had added a lot of wrinkles, but his eyes behind the rimless glasses were still in good spirits, he was dressed in a black satin Tang suit, wearing a pair of linen cloth shoes, holding a black long-handled Kanto wolf, and painting on an eight-foot banner rice paper.

Under the pen of Zuo Yuqiu's wolf, a freehand landscape painting slowly unfolds, although his brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, but on the rice paper they are elegant and chic, tranquil and exquisite. In his pen, the majestic mountains rise from the ground, rendering the peaks and peaks of the road one after another, and between these peaks, there is a strong and powerful water rushing through the straight down, although it is hindered by the layers of peaks on the way down, but it cannot stop the momentum of the water flowing straight down.

The water splashes through the layers of barriers, splashing on the rocks and hillsides, but eventually forms an unstoppable torrent that falls into the mountains and rivers below the painting, and finally joins the sea in the distance.

It only took an hour for the painting to be completed from the beginning of the brush, and Zuo Yuqiu completed the last stroke, took back the wolf's hair, and carefully examined the painting, with a relatively satisfied smile on his face.

He glanced at his daughter next to the bookcase, and said with a smile:

"Xiaoxiao, take a look at it, how is this painting?"

When Zuo Yuqiu was painting, Zuo Xiaoxiao had been standing next to the bookcase, studying ink for his father.

She wore a plain white silk cheongsam today, the neckline and cuffs of the cheongsam are embroidered with blue and white patterns, although her thin body can't support the curves of the cheongsam, but with the light silky long hair scattered behind her, elegant and delicate crane-like slender neck, and that beautiful little face, but she has a unique indifferent temperament.

Maybe it's because her father, who has been loved since childhood, has returned to her side, Zuo Xiaoxiao's eyes are not as sad as a few days ago, and there is a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth.

The ink used in Chinese painting is not simply black, but according to the different needs of the painting style and content, different moisture is added to the ink to produce different ink color effects, and then through the distribution and processing of the painter, the picture with rich layers and details can be created.

Like Zuo Yuqiu's painting, there are mountains and rocks, water flows, light and shade changes, and plants and trees, so many elements, the requirements for ink color are also more complicated, but Zuo Xiaoxiao has often been with her father's bookcase since she was a child, and she has practiced the craft of studying ink and adjusting ink since she was a child.

It is also because of this that Zuo Yuqiu, who is well-known in the domestic calligraphy and painting industry, will seek his daughter's opinions from time to time in addition to creation, and Zuo Xiaoxiao's reply every time can be to the point, which makes Zuo Yuqiu feel like a bosom friend.

Today is no exception, Zuo Xiaoxiao stopped the inkstone in his hand, looked at his father's painting carefully with his head on his side, and said softly:

"Father, the character of your painting is very high, the ink color is simple and layered, the brushwork is vigorous but tactful, and the brush and ink are free. In the painting, the natural hills are clear and moist, and the forests are beautiful; Between the distant shore lingering, clear and beautiful, Qi but not beautiful, between the grass, trees, mountains and stones, the charm is high and ancient, and there is a rare natural real interest. I think this painting should be in the top five of your life's paintings. “

Zuo Yuqiu listened to his daughter's interpretation, and his eyes showed a look of great satisfaction, obviously his daughter's words were in line with his creative concept, which made him very pleased.

Zuo Xiaoxiao stared at the rice paper, and said with some hesitation:

"However, the painting is still a little missing. ”

Zuo Yuqiu did not feel displeased with his daughter's shortcomings, he asked rhetorically:

"What are the shortcomings, you can tell me. ”

Zuo Xiaoxiao looked at his father's eyes to make sure he didn't mind, so he said slowly:

"Zhuangzi said: The great love of constant things...... The husband hides the boat in the gully, and the mountain is in the ze, which is called solid. This painting depicts all the scenes of mountains and rivers, but the composition lacks figures, and it feels too natural and impersonal. The daughter felt a little regretful. ”

Zuo Yuqiu bowed slightly, reached out and handed the handle of the wolf's pen to his daughter, and said with a smile:

"Well said and seen clearly. Now that you've seen this, why don't you make up for it?"

Zuo Xiaoxiao looked at her father and said a little unconfidently:

"Father, can I?"

Zuo Yuqiu said proudly:

"My daughter on the left, of course you can. ”

Zuo Xiaoxiao didn't say anything more, she took Zuo Yuqiu's wolf hair, stood in front of the completed painting, and thought for half a minute, before she lifted her slender white wrist and gently put down the pen.

Zuo Yuqiu stood aside, admiring her daughter's brush with a proud gaze, her every move was in line with the norms, her eyes, posture, and wrists were in place, and she had obviously put a lot of effort into Chinese painting.

Of course, this is not surprising, because Zuo Xiaoxiao grew up in this family full of literary and artistic atmosphere since childhood, and his father is one of the few masters of Chinese painting in China.

And Zuo Xiaoxiao only made a few strokes, and under the group of mountains and waterfalls, he filled in two pedestrians with their backs to the picture. Although it was only a white drawing and no face, the two people stood in different postures and had their own personalities, and they looked lifelike.

Zuo Yuqiu nodded secretly, Zuo Xiaoxiao's brushstrokes are not only precise and accurate, but also have their own style, and after these two pedestrians fill in, the whole picture comes alive, making the mountains and waterfalls even more majestic.

This kid is really getting more and more spiritual.

"Father, daughter is ugly. ”

Zuo Xiaoxiao put the wolf back on the pen holder and said with a smile.

"No, you're the finishing touch, and you owe it to this painting. ”

Zuo Yuqiu saw his daughter's performance and was overjoyed.

After leaving the inscription on the far left side of the rice paper, he first picked up his daughter's seal and printed it, and then printed his own seal.

"Thank you, father. ”

Even Zuo Xiaoxiao, who has always been calm and cold, had a rare surprise smile on her face.

You must know that Zuo Yuqiu has rarely started to create in recent years, and the Chinese paintings with his signature are also highly regarded in the art market. Zuo Xiaoxiao, as his daughter, can actually co-sign this painting, which shows that her father is so sure of her.

Zuo Yuqiu smiled, he patted his daughter's shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"Xiaoxiao, do you know the story behind this painting?"

Zuo Xiaoxiao looked at his father's painting carefully, thought about it very carefully, shook his head and said:

"My daughter is so stupid that I can't see it. ”

Zuo Yuqiu lit the waterfall flowing down the rice paper with his hand, and said slowly:

"In the middle and late Tang Dynasty, the town was divided, the eunuchs were autocratic, and the emperor often died in vain. At that time, there was a prince named Li Chen, who ranked very low among the princes, and he kept pretending to be dumb and stupid, and no one thought he would be the emperor at that time. However, after the previous prince almost died, the eunuch who controlled the government felt that this Li Chen was easy to control, so he put him on the throne. As a result, this Li Chen was neither dumb nor stupid, but also very wise, not only punished the eunuchs, weakened the town, and became the lord of Zhongxing in the Tang Dynasty, which was called Tang Xuanzong in later generations. ”

Zuo Yuqiu's finger moved to the figure drawn by Zuo Xiaoxiao, and continued:

Back then, when Li Chen was pretending to be dumb and stupid, he once retreated to the mountains and forests as a monk, and he wrote a poem for Lushan Waterfall, which was read like this. ”

Zuo Yuqiu raised his voice and read:

"Thousands of rocks and ravines work tirelessly, and you can see from a distance that the source is high.

How can the stream be kept, but the sea will be the waves. ”

His voice was deep and deep, and when these four lines of poetry came from his mouth, they had the momentum of chaotic rocks piercing the clouds and stormy waves.

Zuo Xiaoxiao listened attentively to her father's explanation, she nodded, and said respectfully:

"Father, your painting is the same as this poem, both of which are about things and words, and they both have a feeling of not being willing to be lonely and thinking about something. ”

Zuo Yuqiu nodded slowly, and he said with deep meaning:

"Xiaoxiao, you have pretended to be deaf and dumb for the past year, and you are not inferior to this Li Chen. ”

Zuo Xiaoxiao's delicate body trembled, and her little face showed uncontrollable sadness, as if her father's words hit the pile of blocks in her heart.

Since the concert in Yanjing at the end of last year, Ren Pingsheng has said goodbye without saying goodbye.

Zuo Xiaoxiao completely closed her body and mind, no matter how her mother Yang Baichen tried her best, and how Wang Guangyu, the third son of the Wang family, chased and beat hard, she was as deaf and dumb as a piece of wood and stone, she didn't give any response, and she didn't contact the outside world.

Regarding his daughter's autistic behavior, Yang Baichen saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and he changed his way every day to make his daughter change, but Zuo Yuqiu didn't say a word about it from beginning to end, he never asked his daughter, nor did he blame his daughter, treating his daughter as if nothing had happened.

In fact, Zuo Yuqiu knows everything, his daughter has been sharp and sentimental since she was a child, and what she encountered this time was an emotional thing, and she couldn't get out of it by external pressure alone, only if she thought it clearly and figured it out, she could suddenly open up.

So Zuo Yuqiu has always let her daughter go, giving her free space and time, so that she can learn to heal herself.

To this day, Zuo Yuqiu takes the opportunity of this painting to express his expectations for his daughter.

Looking at her daughter, who has lost more than ten pounds in the past half a year, Zuo Yu stroked her pointed chin lovingly, and said softly:

"A trickle of water eventually ends up in the sea. My dear daughter, when will you get out of the rocks?"

Father's intentions, Mingrui's Zuo Xiaoxiao can naturally see it, and the love in his painting and poem also moved Zuo Xiaoxiao.

Thinking back on her stubbornness this year, Zuo Xiaoxiao also felt that her behavior was a little excessive, and the news that she had just learned about that person recently also made waves in her originally dead heart.

At this moment, Zuo Xiaoxiao could no longer suppress her emotions, she let go of all her previous reserves and stubbornness, threw herself into her father's generous embrace, and said in a trembling voice:

"Father, I want to start over. ”

Zuo Yuqiu was in tears, he stroked his daughter's soft hair, and said in a deep voice:

"Good boy, Hanhai Drama Academy and Hanhai University both have art departments, whether you want to continue your studies or want to teach, Dad can help you do it. ”

Zuo Xiaoxiao hugged her father's waist, as if she had returned to her childhood, she nodded very obediently, and said softly:

"Father, I am still willing to go back to Hanhai University. ”

Zuo Yuqiu touched his daughter's delicate face lovingly, and said loudly:

"No problem, my left-hand daughter, it's more than enough to teach them. ”

Zuo Xiaoxiao looked at her father's heroic appearance, and felt that her father was a few years younger.

Zuo Xiaoxiao smiled, like a valley orchid finally blooming, and she finally smiled with real joy from the bottom of her heart.

And in front of her eyes, the shadow of that person also appeared.