The cute little milk bag, the group's pet, actually farms in the palace

Perhaps because she was small, no one noticed her coming in, or perhaps the sound in front was so eye-catching that all attention was drawn away.

"How dare you show this painting? Who painted it? It's really terrible."

An old man threw a painting to the ground, allowing Xia Qingqing to look through it.

There is a bird standing on the peach blossom, and the peach leaves are falling. This painting looks very beautiful, and the objects in it are lifelike and vivid.

But he was treated like trash by this old man.

It’s really a pity. Maybe these people’s aesthetic taste is not like that.

But she heard the other people's thoughts, and they all praised the lively nature of the painting, but on the surface they all had expressions of disdain mixed with flattery.

These people were all responding to the words of the white-haired old man. Xia Qingqing saw the lonely Xia Ce at the side and walked across the crowd to his side.

Holding his hand gently, when Xia Ce felt the warmth in his palm, his face was stunned. He moved his eyes downward and saw Xia Qingqing smiling at him.

"Qingqing, why are you here?"

Xia Ce was surprised that Xia Qingqing did not hide it from him.

"I just saw my third brother come in here, so I followed him."

Xia Ce knew that Xia Qingqing might have seen him come in and followed him in out of curiosity. He couldn't help but frown. There were a lot of people here. What if he was kidnapped by accident?

Thinking of this, he gripped Xia Qingqing with a lot more force.

"What are you doing here, brother?"

Xia Qingqing's voice reminded Xia Ce of the reason why he came here. Today he heard that an old gentleman had come to the pleasure boat, and he was a famous figure in the calligraphy and painting circles, so he wanted to ask him for his comments.

But he didn't expect that the old man would look down upon his paintings, which shattered his confidence.

Although he was not in a very good mood, he still forced a smile in front of Xia Qingqing.

"It's okay, I just came to take a look."

Xia Qingqing nodded innocently and looked at the old man who was still criticizing the painting thrown on the ground. Xia Qingqing couldn't help but frowned, shook off Xia Ce's hand, and walked straight over.

"You are talking nonsense!!"

The old man was enjoying the attention of the crowd. The sudden voice made him startled. He looked at Xia Qingqing who came out and frowned.

"Whose child is this? How dare he come out to cause trouble?!"

Xia Qingqing snorted, stood up the scroll that they were mocking, and looked at them coldly.

"This painting is so beautiful, not only do you not know how to appreciate it, but you even put it on the ground and stepped on it. Now I am a little doubtful whether you understand calligraphy and painting at all."

The old man was slapped in the face by a child in public, and he was furious.

"You are just a kid, what do you know? You are talking nonsense. Take her out now!"

Xia Qingqing was not afraid of him. "Even a child like me knows that this painting is beautiful. You adults are still belittling it. You are really blind."

"If you were in the calligraphy and painting world, you would definitely not be famous. You can only be here to fawn over this old man. Do you think your strength will be improved by fawning over this old man?"

After Xia Qingqing finished speaking, she took the painting and Xia Ce out, leaving everyone in a daze.

Some people felt that what Xia Qingqing said made sense. They also thought that the painting was very beautiful, but because of what the old man said, they could only agree with him.

But Xia Qingqing's words instantly woke them up. Yes, even if they tried to curry favor with him, their painting skills would not improve. They had to rely on themselves for such things.

After figuring it out, some people left, leaving only a few people behind.

"What can a little kid know? How could she know that you are a famous figure in the calligraphy and painting world? Your paintings are much better than the previous ones."

Although the old gentleman was angry at what Xia Qingqing said, he felt relieved when he saw that there were still people who agreed with him. However, compared with the situation just now, there were only a few people who responded.

"You are very clever, so I will teach you some calligraphy and painting techniques. Others don't know this. Let them see if I am just famous for nothing!"

The old man snorted coldly. Those people were very shocked and excited, as if they had gotten a bargain. Fortunately, they did not follow him, otherwise they would not have had such an opportunity.

After Xia Qingqing took Xia Ce out, Xia Ce still looked confused, and Xia Qingqing waved her hands in front of him.

"Third brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Ce reacted and looked at Xia Qingqing, his big eyes full of doubts. He squatted down, parallel to Xia Qingqing, and asked expectantly.

"Qingqing, is what you just said true? Do you really think this painting is good?"

Seeing Xia Ce's excitement, Xia Qingqing thought that the painting was most likely his, so she nodded and explained.

"Yes, Third Brother, don't you think this painting is beautiful? Look at this painting, the things in it are lifelike, not dead objects. Qingqing thinks this is very beautiful."

When Xia Ce heard what Xia Qingqing said, he finally realized that she was not talking nonsense, but really thought the painting was beautiful. He suddenly felt touched and felt like someone was comforting him.

"Third brother, this picture was drawn by you, right?"

Xia Ce was surprised, "How did you know?"

Needless to say, seeing how concerned he was, it was clear that this painting was related to him. Xia Qingqing shook her head helplessly, wondering why her brothers looked so stupid.

"Third brother, don't listen to the nonsense people in there say. They must be jealous of your talent. You paint because you like it, not to become famous, right?"

Xia Qingqing's words instantly enlightened Xia Ce. So that's how it was. Yes, he created because he liked it, not for fame or fortune.

At first I thought the old gentleman was a capable person in the calligraphy and painting circles, so I wanted to let him take a look, but I didn’t expect to be ridiculed.

If it weren't for Xia Qingqing, he would probably lose interest in it.

Xia Qingqing said, "Third brother, don't care about what others think. Just do what you want to do."

Xia Ce smiled gently, touched Xia Qingqing's head lightly, and said.

"Okay, Third Brother got it. Thank you so much, Qingqing."

Seeing that Xia Ce had come to terms with it, Xia Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. You know, when this passage was written in the book, Xia Ce was ridiculed to pieces and he immediately lost interest in calligraphy and painting.

It is a pity to see him go from a talented calligrapher and painter to a mediocre person.