Because the business of the gallery has changed from prosperous in the past to such a cold situation now, bearing the gap on her heart, Yan Qing has eaten two mouthfuls of food, and she really has no appetite. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She put down the dishes and chopsticks, sat down at the counter and looked at the recent accounts, the more she looked, the more disturbed she became, she had not sold a single painting today.

Yan Qing breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and at the moment he was thinking about how to save the art gallery's business.

Su Jin finished the calligraphy and painting, and when he came down from the second floor, he saw his lady's anxious face, and he knew what the lady was thinking without asking.

"Husband, you're here..."Although Yan Qing was thoughtful, she could still feel it when her husband approached, she smiled and didn't want to think about it again, and asked, "What about Uncle Feng?

"It's almost over!" Su Jin replied to her simply, he was also thinking of a way to deal with the business of the art gallery recently, and he shouldn't worry about this matter anymore.

"I have a humble opinion in my husband's heart, I wonder if it will help the art gallery?" he said unconvinced.

"Husband, if you have any ideas, tell me quickly!" Yan Qingyuan heard the details and walked out of the counter happily.

The two walked side by side to the tea area that had not yet been demolished, and Su Jin said his thoughts: "Hongyantang is a painting gallery, which is already well-known in Qingyang Street. But once the mermaids in the gallery are mixed, it will wear out their desire to come in..."

"So, if you want to drink tea, you have a place to drink tea, not in the gallery. Husband, do you mean to demolish the tea area?" Yan Qing understood the meaning of her husband's words.

"Hmm!" Su Jin also had no choice but to say: "What happened in the Jinghua Museum recently, I figured it out for my husband, in addition..."

He stopped, looked at him and asked with a smile: "I don't know what the method that the lady used in the Qifu Embroidery Village will be used in the art gallery?"

"Hang the painting outside the door?"

"That's right, remove the tea area and hang the paintings outside!" Su Jin's tone was firm, in order to restore the vitality of the art gallery and to the lady no longer be worried, no matter what the method, she had to give it a try.

Yan Qing pursed his lips and smiled happily, wrapped his arms around his neck and nodded and smiled: "Just listen to my husband, tomorrow we will hang the calligraphy and paintings outside the art gallery, your "Seclusion" is the most popular among painters, right..."

Speaking of the landscape painting of "Seclusion", Yan Qing told him that Huaifeng, the hometown of the old master, had something similar to the scene in "Seclusion".

They chatted with joy.

Aunt Li came out of the back hall with a pot of freshly brewed tea, and saw that Mr. Su and his family were in love, and she was really envious of others.

She put two cups of tea on the table, relaxed her steps, and was about to go up to the second floor to bring tea to Mr. Feng.

Yan Qing saw her, smiled and said to him: "Aunt Li, Uncle Feng's painting should be finished, you let him drink tea and come down!

How could Aunt Li hear what Xiao Qing said that had affected them, but listening to Xiao Qing's tone, hadn't he and Mr. Su already thought of a way to save the gallery?

She immediately said happily: "Okay! I'll go and bring him tea and persuade him to go back and rest early."

Listening to Aunt Li, she happily went upstairs.

Su Jin and Yan Qing looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Early the next morning.

They came to the gallery early, Feng Zicheng and Aunt Li demolished the tea area, and Su Jin and Yan Qing selected a few of the most popular paintings and calligraphy on weekdays and hung them outside the gallery, which really attracted some attention.

They returned to the gallery, and Su Jin continued to paint.

Yan Qing sat at the counter, and from time to time he glanced at the gallery to see if there were any painters looking at the paintings.

Naturally, half a morning passed, and I didn't see a single painter enter the gallery to look at the paintings.

This was made visible to the children, who were younger than Hulin, and two or three of them came running up to them and asked, "Hulin, have you brought something delicious to eat?"

"Me too, I'm hungry too"

"And me... I'm hungry too."

When Hulin heard that the three little brothers were hungry, he loved his brothers very much on weekdays, and he would definitely give them all the delicious food.

But today is different, the master is sick, and the osmanthus cake he brought back is for the master to eat.

He pondered for a moment and said, "If you bear with me, in another hour, it will be time for dinner, you go and play!

"No... No... Nope."

The three children couldn't eat Hulin's food, and it seemed that they were not good at giving up! They gathered around Hulin, pulled at his shirt, and said, "I'm going to eat the delicious food from my brother's hand."

"No, this is for the master!" Hulin didn't think about it for a moment, and refused in one bite.

"Hulin!" Yan Qing liked these children very much, watching them play, she was unconsciously happy, but she ignored them, just thinking of bringing osmanthus cakes to her master, but she forgot about these children.

She smiled at Hulin: "Since the younger brothers want to eat, you can give them a good meal, first share a little bit of the taste, if you like it, I will go back and let grandma make more and send it over, how about it?"

"Thank you, ma'am!" said Hulin, as he walked to the stone table in the courtyard, laid down the oiled paper bag, opened it and counted the pieces, there were twelve osmanthus cakes, but there were eighteen children here.

After he was embarrassed for a while, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, took a piece of osmanthus cake and divided it in half, and handed it to his two younger brothers. So everyone had something to eat, and the Master's share was kept.

Yan Qing followed Hulin to the corridor on the right, and when he arrived in the backyard, he found that the corridors on both sides were connected.

He approached the door in the middle of the row and knocked lightly: "Master, the landscape painting of "Seclusion" was bought back by the student."

"Okay!" came the sound of getting up in the room.

"Master!" Hulin continued, "Mrs. Su has come to see you with the students."

The old master seemed to be surprised, and then said happily: "Hulin, please invite Mrs. Su to sit in the hall, and the master will meet Mrs. later."

Yan Qing and Hu Lin smiled, and the two went to the hall first.

Not for a while.

The old master came to the hall with a surprise on his face, treated him politely, Yan Qing cared about his condition, the two of them sat down, and Hulin stood beside the old master.

"It's really Mrs. Lao who sent Hulin back to the private school!" the old master smiled and said gratefully.

"Master is polite!" Yan Qing glanced at Hulin and said with a smile: "Hulin, this kid is sensible, and he thinks about his master in everything, I see him... Scold... Hulin, where's your osmanthus cake? Take it out and give it to the Master."

"Hmm!" Hulin nodded heavily, took out the oiled paper bag from his arms, and respectfully handed it to the old master and said, "Master, please smile."

"This osmanthus cake?" the old master looked at Yan Qing, took the osmanthus cake, smiled lovingly, and patted Hulin's head.

"The aunt at home made it, she liked the child Hulin very much, and when she saw that he was reluctant to eat it, she said that she wanted to bring it back to her master to eat, so she made more!" Yan Qing replied with a smile.

"Hehe!" The old master opened the oil paper, saw that there were still three pieces of osmanthus cake, took one and gave one to Hulin and said, "Hulin will eat another piece, the master already has two pieces enough to eat."

Hulin shook his head and stood beside Yan Qing.

The old master smiled, tasted the taste of osmanthus cake, and immediately praised: "Well, this osmanthus cake is very fragrant, and I didn't feel sweet and greasy after eating a piece of it, and my aunt is a good craft."

"If the aunt knows that the master praises her, she will be very happy!" Yan Qing said with a smile.

The old master finished eating two pieces of osmanthus cake and put them on the table, and suddenly sighed heavily.

Yan Qing was puzzled, but it was not easy to ask directly, she saw that Hulin lowered her eyelids in shame, and her immature face suddenly calmed down a lot.

The atmosphere was inevitably a little frozen for a while.

In desperation, she had no choice but to find a topic on calligraphy and painting, and asked: "Master has never been to the art gallery, how did he know that there is a painting "Seclusion" in the art gallery?"

The old master came to his senses from his solemn thoughts and replied with a smile: "A few days ago, Mr. Peng invited me to the mansion as a guest, and unintentionally, I saw this landscape painting of "Seclusion" hanging in the hall of the mansion. To tell the truth, the old man's family name is Chen, and he is from Huaifeng County. And some of the scenes in Mr. Su's landscape paintings are very similar to the landscapes of Huaifeng."

"I see!" Yan Qing suddenly realized and smiled: "No wonder! Speaking of which, this can be regarded as a coincidence."

"Hmm!" the old man stroked his beard and said: "After returning to the private school, the old man tossed and turned for a few nights, and since he was sick, he was even more worried about Huaifeng, thinking about whether he could see each other again before entering the earth."

"Master!" Hulin didn't want anything to happen to his master.

Yan Qing didn't say anything anymore, because she, like her master, also had a concern for her family and hometown, and her master could still go back to her hometown to see, but she might not be able to go back for the rest of her life.

"Why doesn't the master go back to Huaifeng to visit his relatives?" she asked.

"It's not easy to talk about!" The old master smiled and glanced at Hulin, not only Hulin, but there were more than a dozen babies in the courtyard outside, if he left, who would take care of them.

"Mrs. Su?" the old master looked at her.

"Huh?" Yan Qingying said: "Master, if you have something to say, don't be afraid to say it directly"

The old master smiled and nodded, "I wonder if Mrs. Su has ever thought about opening a private school for calligraphy and painting?"

"Painting and calligraphy private school?" Yan Qing thought this was a good idea, but she didn't dare to think about it too much, the art gallery has not been peaceful recently, and even the business of the art gallery has plummeted, she still has to think about ideas to make the business of the art gallery better, as for the matter of opening a private school of calligraphy and painting, she and her husband really don't have the energy.

She smiled and said truthfully: "I haven't planned this yet."

"Hmm!" the old master seemed to be only mentioning, and when he heard Mrs. Su say that he had no such intentions, he should not say more.

Yan Qing asked her master about her husband's condition again, and when she learned that there was no major problem, she was relieved.

When I returned to the gallery after leaving the private school, it was already dark.

Aunt Li left dinner for her, cared for her husband a few words, and then went about her own business.

Because the business of the gallery has changed from prosperous in the past to such a cold situation now, bearing the gap on her heart, Yan Qing has eaten two mouthfuls of food, and she really has no appetite.

She put down the dishes and chopsticks, sat down at the counter and looked at the recent accounts, the more she looked, the more disturbed she became, she had not sold a single painting today.

Yan Qing breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and at the moment he was thinking about how to save the art gallery's business.

Su Jin finished the calligraphy and painting, and when he came down from the second floor, he saw his lady's anxious face, and he knew what the lady was thinking without asking.

"Husband, you're here..."Although Yan Qing was thoughtful, she could still feel it when her husband approached, she smiled and didn't want to think about it again, and asked, "What about Uncle Feng?

"It's almost over!" Su Jin replied to her simply, he was also thinking of a way to deal with the business of the art gallery recently, and he shouldn't worry about this matter anymore.

"I have a humble opinion in my husband's heart, I wonder if it will help the art gallery?" he said unconvinced.

"Husband, if you have any ideas, tell me quickly!" Yan Qingyuan heard the details and walked out of the counter happily.

The two walked side by side to the tea area that had not yet been demolished, and Su Jin said his thoughts: "Hongyantang is a painting gallery, which is already well-known in Qingyang Street. But once the mermaids in the gallery are mixed, it will wear out their desire to come in..."

"So, if you want to drink tea, you have a place to drink tea, not in the gallery. Husband, do you mean to demolish the tea area?" Yan Qing understood the meaning of her husband's words.

"Hmm!" Su Jin also had no choice but to say: "What happened in the Jinghua Museum recently, I figured it out for my husband, in addition..."

He stopped, looked at him and asked with a smile: "I don't know what the method that the lady used in the Qifu Embroidery Village will be used in the art gallery?"

"Hang the painting outside the door?"

"That's right, remove the tea area and hang the paintings outside!" Su Jin's tone was firm, in order to restore the vitality of the art gallery and to the lady no longer be worried, no matter what the method, she had to give it a try.

Yan Qing pursed his lips and smiled happily, wrapped his arms around his neck and nodded and smiled: "Just listen to my husband, tomorrow we will hang the calligraphy and paintings outside the art gallery, your "Seclusion" is the most popular among painters, right..."

Speaking of the landscape painting of "Seclusion", Yan Qing told him that Huaifeng, the hometown of the old master, had something similar to the scene in "Seclusion".

They chatted with joy.

Aunt Li came out of the back hall with a pot of freshly brewed tea, and saw that Mr. Su and his family were in love, and she was really envious of others.

She put two cups of tea on the table, relaxed her steps, and was about to go up to the second floor to bring tea to Mr. Feng.

Yan Qing saw her, smiled and said to him: "Aunt Li, Uncle Feng's painting should be finished, you let him drink tea and come down!

How could Aunt Li hear what Xiao Qing said that had affected them, but listening to Xiao Qing's tone, hadn't he and Mr. Su already thought of a way to save the gallery?

She immediately said happily: "Okay! I'll go and bring him tea and persuade him to go back and rest early."

Listening to Aunt Li, she happily went upstairs.

Su Jin and Yan Qing looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Early the next morning.

They came to the gallery early, Feng Zicheng and Aunt Li demolished the tea area, and Su Jin and Yan Qing selected a few of the most popular paintings and calligraphy on weekdays and hung them outside the gallery, which really attracted some attention.