Jiang Quan has followed the old man since he was a child, and has experienced various scenes, although he has read poetry and books, and has also learned some of the old man's skills, he does not know much about painting.

After taking Yu Zhenling, I had a little research on painting, but it was still a bit amateurish.

Based on his research on Chinese painting, it can be seen that this painting is gradually dyed with distinct layers of ink, and it is a good painting from this basis.

The painting style is freehand, a dead tree, a stone table below, and an old man.

There is no special color in the whole picture, but it is surprisingly smooth and eye-catching.

Jiang Quan was invited to Yu Yong's art exhibition once, and he also saw some famous paintings, as for Jiang Xinran's paintings, he saw more, saw more, and also had some appreciation.

Compared with Yong, Jiang Xinran's paintings are too ingenious.

However, Jiang Quan can naturally see that this painting is not comparable to Jiang Xinran in terms of pattern in terms of ink and style.

The brushwork is smooth, and it seems to be hearty and full of style.

It is......

It's a little dirty, with a thin layer of ash on it.

Jiang Quan remembered that Meng Fu had said that she could draw, and he couldn't help but look at Meng Fu, "Fu'er, this is what you painted?" ”

As soon as he asked, Jiang Quan felt that he was thinking too much, this painting was just right in ink, and he couldn't practice it for more than ten years.

Meng Fu unscrewed the cap of the bottle in his hand, sniffed the inside, and then glanced at the painting in Jiang Quan's hand, and said "um".

"I knew it wasn't ......" Jiang Quan said subconsciously, and only after he finished saying did he react to what Meng Fu said, and suddenly looked up at Meng Fu: "You say...... W- You painted this painting? ”

Meng Fu twisted the lid of the perfume bottle, turned sideways, and put the capped bottle facing Jiang Quan: "I know that it is difficult to paint elegantly, you don't have to complain about me." ”

Jiang Quan: "??? ”

"Wait, it's hard to get into the hall of elegance? Who told you? Jiang Quan looked at the expression on Meng Fu's face, and saw that she didn't look like a joke, and was confused.

"My master." Meng Fu got up, went to the bookshelf and found a few more books for herself to bring, and when she said this, she touched her nose and said vaguely.

I'm embarrassed to say that on her master's birthday, she painted this picture for him, and I was scolded for it.

Because at that time, she finished learning painting for a few months, and went to learn fortune-telling from the Taoist master on the mountain.

When she packed up her things and went to T City, the painting was accidentally entrained, and she used it to keep the ashes out.

Jiang Quan didn't have time to think about Master's questions, his mind was full of Meng Fu's paintings, and asked Meng Fu to give them to him.

"Take it." Meng Fu waved his hand.

**

Jiang Quan sent Meng Fu back to the training camp and drove back to Jiang's house.

As for Jiang Ran's matter, Meng Fu didn't say anything, so he didn't ask, but asked the secretary to investigate.

After arriving at Jiang's house, the secretary had already found out what happened to the whole thing, Jiang Quan intervened, and Yu Zhenling's affairs couldn't be hidden, the old man only knew that Meng Fu was bullied, and he didn't know that there was Yu Zhenling's operation in it.

Now I know that my eyebrows and eyes are stained with a layer of frost.

Along the way, the driver did not dare to say a word.

The Jiang family, Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran, and Jiang Xinchen are all downstairs, and at the same time, there is a special guest, Tong Eryu.

Seeing Jiang Quan coming back, the group stood up.

Yu Zhenling also put down the teacup and looked towards Jiangquan with a smile.

Before he could speak, Jiang Quan said in a deep voice: "Are you good at asserting the matter of Fu'er?" ”

At the mention of Meng Fu, Yu Zhenling's face also turned cold, but she still knew that there were guests at home, so Jiang Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen sent Tong Eryu out.

These two people have a special atmosphere.

But they were all quite polite and greeted Tong Eryu.

When the two went upstairs, Tong Eryu followed Jiang Xinran and the two out of the door, and then glanced back: "Uncle Jiang just said Meng Fu?" ”

"Who else can there be but her," Jiang Xinchen muttered, "My parents have quarreled for her I don't know how many times, and let her go to school and not go, this time because of the entertainment industry." ”

When Jiang Xinran heard this, he hesitated, "Is it because of lip-syncing?" ”

Tong Eryu frowned and didn't speak again.

Inside the house.

Yu Zhenling looked at Jiang Quan, sat back on the sofa, and sneered: "Meng Fu still came to you to complain?" ”

"Looking for me to complain? If she really tells her dad, can he still sit at home?! Thinking of this, Jiang Quan's heart was twisted, he didn't know about Yu Zhenling, Meng Fu knew it, if Meng Fu knew, he didn't dare to imagine that he had just gone to find Meng Fu, what kind of mood Meng Fu was in.

No complaints?

Yu Zhenling looked up a little stunned.

The green tendons in Jiang Quan's temples burst out, "She has been suffering outside for so many years before she came back, you can't be like a normal mother?" It's not your daughter, you treat her so closely, how can you come to her, you have such a big opinion? I'm ashamed to think about what you've done now, how do you let me see her in the future? Yes?! ”

It's okay that Jiang Quan didn't say this, but when she said this, Yu Zhenling's eyes turned red: "What you said is good, when did she respect me?" As soon as she came back, I helped her practice at a school, but she said drop out? Let her learn etiquette, piano, and calligraphy, and she has heard it? My Yu family has been a scholarly family since ancient times, and in the end, there was a third-rate drama with no ink, you are worried that you won't be able to see Meng Fu, why don't you want to think about how I met my mother's family? ”

"Don't talk about anything else, this time, it's not for you not to make enemies over there, I'm thinking about you, and it's me who is wrong in the end."

Yu Zhenling said well, Jiang Quan could still argue with her, she cried as she spoke, Jiang Quan had a headache.

Outside the door, Jiang Xinran came back with Jiang Xinchen, and couldn't help but look at Jiang Quan, Jiang Quan was so angry that he brushed his sleeves and went out again.

Of course, Jiang Quan was not only angry with Yu Zhenling, but went to Yu's house by the way.

The maid took Jiang Quan to the study.

Yu Yong was looking at the paintings of the students of the association, and when he saw Jiang Quan coming in, he put down the annotation pen in his hand and asked Jiang Quan to pour a cup of tea, "Why did you come to me today?" ”

Jiang Quan didn't follow Yu Yong politely, and directly took out a long box and handed it to Yu Yong: "This is the painting I found in Fu'er today, I think her painting is not inferior to Yu Xinran, she must be talented in this, I hope you can take a look." ”

This box was specially bought by Jiang Quan for Meng Fu's paintings.

Meng Fu's paintings?

When Yu Yong heard this, he looked up at Jiang Quan and took the painting: "Okay, wait until I finish reading the homework of this group of students." ”

Hearing Yu Yong say this, Jiang Quan was relieved, because he had to go back to deal with Yu Zhenling's affairs, he didn't bother Yu Yong anymore and left directly.

After sending him away, Jiang Quan returned to the study, didn't look at the long box on the table, and lightly instructed the people around him: "Take it to the utility room." ”