Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

This place has just been completed, and the surrounding properties have not yet been officially opened for sale. Most of the people who can live here are not simple people.

Only masters like Yu Wan who have brought glory to the country will open it early.

While the two old men were looking at her, Ruan Xingchen also looked at them carefully.

Their faces were kind and amiable, their eyes were wise and peaceful, and they had the calmness and gentleness that came from the experience of many years, which made her think of her grandmother involuntarily.

What's more, the person who can address Yu Wan like this must be Yu Wan's elder or something like that.

Ruan Xingchen felt close to her, her eyes softened, and she shook her head: "I am Huo Xiaoning's sister-in-law. I brought her here for class today. My name is Ruan Xingchen."

"Ruan Xingchen." Another short-haired old man wiped his glasses and suddenly laughed, "Hey, Old Li, is this the little Mrs. Huo that the girl mentioned last night? The one who plays the piano well?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Old Mrs. Li became even more amiable and waved, "Come here, little girl. If you don't mind, come and sit down and have a cup of tea with my wife and me."

"I'm glad I won't disturb you two." Since there was nothing else to do, Ruan Xingchen didn't refuse and sat down in the pavilion.

After entering the pavilion, I found that the two old men were not just chatting.

On the left, Mrs. Li is holding a piano sheet and a pen, seemingly composing a piece of music. On the right, the old man has set up his easel and paints, and has just painted a green color on the canvas.

"This is my husband, his last name is Yu," Mrs. Li said with a smile. "He has no other hobbies except painting."

Also surnamed Yu? This old couple is probably Yu Wan's parents, right?

It is true that the growing environment is very important. The master's parents were both very leisurely and their later years were filled with artistic atmosphere.

Ruan Xingchen greeted her, and Old Lady Li waved at her: "Come, take a look at this music score, what do you think?"

Sitting over, Ruan Xingchen looked at the music score and played it softly in his heart, his jade-like fingertips dancing gently on the stone table.

Seeing this, Mrs. Li couldn't help but smile.

The song begins like a lone boat entering the sea. The first half of the journey is full of storms, difficulties and obstacles, and anxious struggles, until it finally breaks through the waves and sails towards a smooth and bright future.

After years of polishing, the final chapter is filled with tolerance and peace towards the world. The boat gently ripples with the waves, as if greeting and laughing with the seagulls flying across the clear sky.

"How is it?" Li Laotiantai asked with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, "What do you think of this song?"

"I only know a little bit about piano." Ruan Xingchen smiled a little embarrassedly and said softly, "Just my humble opinion. This piece of music is like a person's life. The early stage is full of ups and downs, fighting against the heavens and the earth, fighting against fate. Later, they gradually come to terms with the world."

She felt a little emotional, thinking about her experiences in her previous life.

In her previous life, she was always unwilling to give in, trying to fight her destiny to the death, but ended up with a miserable ending.

In her new life, she especially cherishes the time when her relatives and friends are still alive, and is willing to stay away from the main storyline and live her own life in order to protect them from resentment.

"I think this could be..." Putting aside his thoughts, Ruan Xingchen placed his fingertips on the music score and whispered his suggestion: "Isn't this melody too flat here? How about trying this, raising it to D..."

She didn't notice that Mrs. Li's eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

When talking about the music, the very old Mrs. Li seemed to have turned into a competitive young girl, arguing fiercely with her over every measure of the melody. When they were in the mood, each of them hummed a short section and forced Mr. Yu, who was painting, to be the referee.

In the end, no one could convince the other. They looked at each other angrily for a moment and couldn't help laughing.

"Look at you, you're so old, yet you're still angry with young people." Old Master Yu didn't stop them. He poured them some tea and said gently, "Come, have some tea and relax."

After arguing for a long time, they were already thirsty. They smiled and picked up their tea cups, feeling the cherishment of meeting a close friend.

"It's rare for someone to have such a good chat with Old Li." Old Master Yu's eyes were also smiling, and he deliberately said, "Since you've helped Old Li look at it, you can't be partial. Please help me take a look at this painting."

Ruan Xingchen's face flushed slightly, and she rarely showed the shyness of a girl as she lowered her head and smiled.

People say that old children are still children. It’s okay for them to be as competitive as children when they get older.

She had lived a lifetime, experienced life and death, so how could she argue with an old lady over a single bar of melody? It was truly inappropriate.

It is said that art is universal. In the small courtyard where several "anonymous" teachers lived, she also learned oil painting from another teacher in her spare time.

The old people there lived in seclusion in the mountains, enjoying a leisurely and comfortable life. However, they probably felt lonely in their old age, so they often dragged her to learn this and that, and even quarreled over who she should learn from.

Thinking of those lovely old people, Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but show some tenderness in his eyes. Then he sat down next to Grandpa Yu. As soon as he saw the painting, he couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes.

Ruan Xingchen thought that he might really be a vulgar person.

In her previous life, in order to maintain her dignity as a wealthy lady, she often followed other ladies to visit galleries and exhibitions.

She was mostly baffled by many of the paintings by emerging artists and really couldn't figure out how those messy lines could express profound themes such as "indomitable spirit and struggle against fate."

She also couldn't interpret the various connotations and thoughts like other noble ladies. In her opinion, those paintings sold for millions were not even as good as the casual works of the old man in the courtyard.

It is also not as good as the beautiful scenery of the wetland ecological park that Mr. Yu has created in a short period of time.

"You also know about oil painting?" Seeing her expression, Mr. Yu was a little surprised. He had originally just wanted to change the subject, but now he was actually interested: "Come on, come on, what do you think of this painting? Tell me boldly."

"Actually, I don't really understand it either. I just know a little bit." Ruan Xingchen thought about it and was afraid that the old man would be disappointed, so he gave him a heads-up first.

Without noticing, when she heard this familiar "a little bit", Mrs. Li's forehead twitched, and she was filled with indescribable emotion.

That's just a little bit. What about Yu Wan, the piano master who just won the gold medal? Or a three-year-old who just touched the keys?

Ruan Xingchen was unaware of her inner complaints and said carefully, "I think the composition of this painting is very clever. It uses the combination of light and shadow to show the wetland park in the sun... Of the whole painting, my favorite is the crooked willow tree."

She hesitated for a moment, then gently tapped the rugged, oddly shaped willow tree and smiled. "Despite the pressures and torments of life, it still blooms with vibrant vitality. Just one glance at it fills me with hope and light."