"Rocky, I really didn't think you still had this specialty?" Wang Da Mei praised in amazement.

"Hehe, let me tell you a secret, in fact, I just happened to have this picture, I used to draw a lot of this "Yangtze River Ten Thousand Miles", and as soon as your mother took it out, I recognized it." Meng Que said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Huh?" Wang Da Mei smiled bitterly: "It turns out that you are really painting from memory?" ”

"Of course, those who can use memory will use memory, and if they can't use memory, then naturally they can only use talent."

"Can you really restore any other drawings?"

"It should be possible, when I used to learn this painting, it was the master who taught me to learn painting who discovered my specialty, and he tried it many times, and I can roughly restore the residual picture that I took out. Although it cannot be restored 100 percent, it can be 10 percent restored. Meng Que lied and said with a blushing face.

At the beginning, it was indeed a master of Chinese painting in the Southern School who taught him to paint, and it was at the level of a grandmaster. I don't know how many red envelopes my grandfather Meng Youcai stuffed into him privately, so he was willing to teach Meng Que his stunts.

Meng Que started learning from the sixth grade of primary school until he graduated from junior high school, and he didn't learn for more than four years, and only learned about forty percent of the master's level.

That's pretty remarkable. If you can practice hard, it can be called professional, and it is not difficult. But at that time, Meng Que didn't think that learning to paint could bring him any benefits in the future, so he was perfunctory, and only learned the master's forty-percent level.

Some time ago, he took the time to practice the brushes that he had been unfamiliar with, and finally the skills he had learned before were not forgotten, and after a few days of practice, he returned to his previous level, and even surpassed it.

"I can't figure it out more and more, why would you, who are so talented, be a small gold medal massage technician in the family health club?" Wang Da Meinu wondered, she had been entangled in this doubt for a long time, she had always thought that with Meng Que's talent, it was too condescending to be a little massage technician. And Meng Que doesn't look like a massage technician at all, although he presses it well, but he doesn't specialize in eating this bowl of rice.

Meng Que smiled mysteriously, looking at Wang Da Beauty's eyes revealing an ambiguous color, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she said something that made Wang Da Mei overjoyed but also blushed with shame - "The reason why I went to the family health club to be a massage technician, in fact, I went specifically because of you." You know? The first time I saw you, I fell in love with you, Sister Xueyi! ”

Wang Da Meinu was so moved that her heart trembled, and she asked in a low voice, "When did you first see me?" Why am I not impressed at all? ”

"In the vast sea of people, you naturally have no impression. Your smile, your gentleness, all of you, the first time I saw you, I was fascinated by you. At that time, I said to myself, if this woman is not married, I must marry her. ”

"But...... I was already married at that time, why did you ...... Or are you so persistent? "The head of the beautiful woman has hung down to her chest.

"Because I'm reluctant, I'm reluctant to let such a good woman be owned by someone else. I was jealous when I knew you got married, but I was happy to know that your husband was away from home all year round. Beautiful flowers deserve to be cared for, and I think if I take care of you, you will be happier than before. So, I chose to be persistent. Meng Que's "sincerity" showed true feelings in his eyes, looked at Wang Da Beauty, and said quietly.

Wang Da Mei listened to Meng Que's words, and her heart was about to melt with emotion. As a woman, who doesn't want to hear sweet words from their loved ones?

As long as it is said by the person she likes, whether it is true or false, as long as it is complimented and positive, women are happy to accept it.

Because love is an attitude, and a woman is a creature who values attitude. As long as they have a good attitude, they don't care whether it's true or not, they only care how long this good attitude lasts.

If love is a lie, women don't mind it. What they care about is how long men can deceive themselves, and if it is for a lifetime, they are very willing. I'm afraid that I won't cheat when a man is deceived halfway, and when a man doesn't even bother to lie, that time is undoubtedly the most painful time for women.

Now, Wang Da Mei enjoyed being immersed in Meng Que's love words, which Wang Ruian had never said before. Listening to her ears, it was like a trace of electricity, which not only warmed her heart, but also made her have an urge to cry.

At this time, Wang Qingyuan walked out of the side room with some slight, holding a residual painting in her hand, which was her personal handwriting.

After seeing that Meng Que was able to draw "Ten Thousand Miles of the Yangtze River", she was much more polite to Meng Que than at the beginning. As soon as I picked up the remnant painting, he smiled slightly, and said: "This is the painting I made in my early years, the level was not high at that time, but the spirituality was quite sufficient. Let's see if you can restore the remnant. ”

The remnant painting is divided into two halves, half of which was handed over to Meng Que, and the other half she held with her own hands and placed behind her back. The smiling face groaned, and waited and watched.

Meng Que took the remnant painting, and as before, spread it out on the table with a ruler. Then he quietly looked at the remnants of the painting, and after a few minutes, his eyes narrowed slightly. He smiled without a trace, and the smile was short-lived, and no one noticed it.

This painting is indeed a painting made by Wang Qingyuan in her early years, and it also appeared in her solo exhibition. Among the photos of the exhibition acquired by Meng Que, there happens to be this painting.

After a little recollection, he remembered the outline of the whole painting.

Seeing that Meng Que stopped writing again and did not move on the rice paper, this time Wang Qingyuan did not mock him, knowing that he was brewing, but whether it could be brewed or not was something worth looking forward to.

Meng Que's brewing this time was a little long, and the ink lasted more than ten minutes. In fact, in three minutes, he can start writing, Wang Qingyuan's painting is much simpler than "Yangtze River Ten Thousand Miles", naturally there is no need to brew for too long.

The reason why it took so long was completely because of Wang Qingyuan's appetite. Only when she never imagined it, she suddenly put pen to paper, which would give her the greatest shock.

After fifteen minutes, the tip of Meng Que's pen finally landed on the paper. And his purpose began to be achieved with the dancing tip of the pen, Wang Qingyuan's nerves were obviously tensed, and he couldn't blink his eyes, which was more serious and serious than when he looked at Meng Que's painting "Ten Thousand Miles of the Yangtze River".

Her paintings, no one knows better than her. Judging from Meng Que's way of writing and outlining skills, every time she reaches a turning point, she will move her eyebrows and eyes, expressing surprise and shock.

Meng Que's painting technique is different from her, she studied Northern School painting, while Meng Que studied Southern School painting. Although there are differences between the two factions in the north and south, the painting of Wang Qingyuan in the north by Meng Que of the southern school has a kind of different paths and the same thing.

The method of starting the brush and the method of landing are different, but the effect after painting is similar.

When Wang Qingyuan first opened her solo exhibition, she was very young, and she seemed to be twenty-two years old at that time, just in her youth. It's been 24 years since the exhibition, and she hasn't shown it since that exhibition, and even Wang Xueyi has no impression of it.

If Meng Que can really restore this painting, then no matter how much she can't believe it, she must believe it. Because the facts are right in front of her, she can't help but believe it.

The painting took a minute and a half, and it was finally completed.

Meng Que put down the pen, exhaled, looked a little apprehensive on the surface, looked back at Wang Qingyuan, who had a shocked expression, and said, "Auntie, I don't know if you think my recovery is still successful?" Is it a big deviation? ”

Wang Qingyuan didn't look at the painting, but looked at Meng Que fixedly, her eyes full of surprise. After a long time, she sighed: "It's incredible, you really have such a special skill against the sky?" ”

Meng Que was slightly overjoyed, and asked rhetorically: "Listening to my aunt's words, could it be that I am recovering well?" ”

Wang Qingyuan nodded and said, "Although it has not been restored to 100 percent, it is still eight or nine years old, and even you have better painting in some places, which is really eye-opening to me." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare to praise my aunt, my level naturally doesn't dare to be compared with my aunt." Meng Que said modestly.

Wang Qingyuan smiled, her attitude softened a lot, and slowly spread out the other half of the remnant painting in her hand above Meng Que's words.

Wang Xueyi and Xiaoxiao looked at each other with wide eyes and unblinking, comparing the two paintings, and sure enough, the similarity reached more than 80%.

"I don't have any false praise, your ability is indeed commendable." Wang Qingyuan praised heartily.

"It's really a fluke, I'm really afraid that the class will laugh at it." Meng Que touched the back of his head and said with a smile.

Wang Qingyuan's smile was slightly thicker, and her eyes became softer and softer when she looked at Meng Que, and it was only at this time that there was the taste of "the more the mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law, the more she liked it", "Good young man, Xue Yi's vision is really not bad, if your father knew that you found such a talented man as a husband, he would definitely be happy for you." ”

Wang Xueyi was flattered, and her mother's attitude towards Meng Que made a 180-degree turn, which made her unable to ease up in a short period of time. Hearing this, he could only smile shyly in cooperation.

"Before you know it's noon, don't leave today, stay here for a day, and leave tomorrow?" Wang Qingyuan said.

"Hmm." Wang Xueyi naturally has no opinion, Meng Que has no opinion, and Xiaoxiao has no opinion with the two of them.

Next, everyone went to the dining room. Meng Que and the three of them sat at half of the table, Uncle Wang didn't go to the table, but her mother-in-law Wang Qingyuan didn't know where to go, until the dishes were full, she didn't come.

Wang Xueyi felt strange and wanted to go to her mother. Meng Que grabbed her and told her to wait. She didn't know what Wang Qingyuan was doing at the moment, but he could roughly guess it.

smiled in his heart and said secretly: "I just want to wait for her to take the initiative to send the last treasure map to the door." ”

(But Wang Qingyuan really took the initiative to send the last treasure map to the door?) For more information, please break it down next! ）