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

It was strange that she could not say a word to the works praised by the ladies, yet she could feel so many things when looking at such an ordinary scene.

As she spoke, Mr. Yu's expression gradually became serious. His face, which always wore a kind smile, now became stern and looked particularly serious.

broken.

Ruan Xingchen thought that his nonsense might have made the old man unhappy.

Artists always have all kinds of quirks. If they meet someone like her who has only superficial knowledge but makes random comments, they would probably find it unbearable.

If these two are angered, I wonder if Huo Xiaoning will be implicated.

Ruan Xingchen subconsciously wanted to apologize, secretly blaming himself for not being able to resist talking too much when seeing a work he liked.

"Draw a few strokes for me to see." Old Man Yu spoke first, pressing the brush into her hand: "Draw whatever you want."

Huh? What kind of thing is this, forcing someone to draw something out of anger... a public execution?

Ruan Xingchen's scalp tingled, and she looked at Old Lady Li for help, but she saw that Old Lady Li was looking at the scene in front of her with a smile, acting as a bystander.

Even a close friend of different ages couldn't be relied upon. Ruan Xingchen had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the paintbrush: "Excuse me for the humiliation."

She initially learned to paint just to pass her free time.

Perhaps all art is truly universal. When she played the piano, Mrs. Zhong thought she was too noisy and utilitarian, not presentable enough. When she raced, she had to avoid the gazes of the paparazzi and others, lest there be tabloid headlines like "The Young Lady of the Zhong Family is a Wild Girl."

Painting is quiet and silent. You can hide in your room alone and express your emotions freely.

So after leaving the mountains, she still kept the habit of painting every day.

She was not unfamiliar with the paintbrush when she took it. After calming down and having a clear idea in her mind, she quickly sketched out the shape of her favorite willow tree with just a few strokes.

Compared to the old man's calmness after experiencing many things, the angle of her willow tree is more rugged, but the edges are still clear.

Old Mrs. Li looked at Old Mr. Yu's eyes that lit up instantly, and couldn't help but smile and shook her head.

This old man can't live in peace even after retirement.

As someone who had been sleeping beside her for decades, how could she not understand? Old Master Yu's face had just darkened, and it was obvious that he valued her talent and wanted to take him in as a disciple, which was why he took a serious attitude.

It’s a pity that even if they are husband and wife, she is not going to give in to this student.

Old Mrs. Li smiled and was thinking in her heart how to defeat her old man and snatch this student away.

It was hard to imagine from their eager look that there were countless people outside crying and vying to become disciples of this couple.

Unfortunately, the two of them have very picky tastes and extremely high standards for accepting students, so they haven't taught any students for more than ten years.

"Your brushstrokes here are too heavy, and the transitions are abrupt..."

After Ruan Xingchen finished the painting, Old Man Yu still had a serious face and pointed out two small details and flaws without telling whether he was happy or angry.

Ruan Xingchen listened obediently and followed his instructions. Sure enough, he found that everything was not right.

She thought, no wonder the old men and women in the yard all said they were amateurs and didn't want to reveal their names.

Now, she just met two elderly people with artistic accomplishments, and they easily defeated her in seconds.

Anonymous, ah Anonymous. You Anonymous teachers are really not that good.

"That being said." After pointing out the flaws, Mr. Yu's expression softened, and he finally smiled again. "These flaws are more than just flaws; they are your characteristics. Your paintings are full of spirituality and personal style."

He hadn't seen such a talented person in a long time, and his admiration for talent was even stronger: "Would you like to call me teacher and learn painting from me?"

Ruan Xingchen was shocked. Why did he suddenly become her teacher?

When I first had a courtyard full of anonymous teachers, my schedule was packed every day, and the fear of being forced to study by every teacher seemed to come back to me.

"Old Yu, this is really not fair!" Old Madam Li, who had been sitting on the Diaoyutai, was immediately dissatisfied and snorted, "Everything should be based on first come first served. If Han Xing wants to become a disciple, she should become my disciple. She is obviously more talented at piano."

In just a short while, "Han Xing" was called.

"Her paintings are so full of spirit, can't you see that?" Old Master Li refused to give in. "This kind of painting skill is impossible without more than ten years of hard practice. She has talent and hard work, so she deserves to learn painting."

How can a girl in her early twenties, who grew up in a place like a slum, be able to paint for more than ten years?

Art costs money, but what keeps her going despite the hardships of life? Her love for painting and playing the piano!

The two old men imagined a lot, and they both felt that Ruan Xingchen was like a future artist who lived in poverty but never extinguished her passion for art, and kept saving money to practice. Their eyes looked at her with both heartache and sparkling.

Ruan Xingchen: I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing the two elders slamming their desks and about to turn against each other over a student, she hurriedly advised, "Grandma Li, Grandpa Yu... please don't do this. I, I have no intention of becoming your disciple."

"Girl." Old Master Yu was startled and turned around. "Do you know who I am? There are so many people out there offering me houses and cars to beg me to take them in as my students. You don't even want to learn from me?"

"What are you showing off?" Old Lady Li raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "Who are you looking at? The prince of Country Y's royal family wants to learn to play the piano from me, and I haven't even taught him yet!"

Are these two people so powerful?

Having been so busy with her career in her previous life, Ruan Xingchen knew that Yu Wan's achievements were due to her significant contribution to the main plot. These two weren't mentioned in the book, and since she hadn't had the time to learn about the masters of the art world, she naturally didn't know much about them.

Just by listening to these words, one can tell that their identities are definitely more valuable than Yu Wan's, and their achievements in art are definitely extraordinary.

Ruan Xingchen's eyes lit up.

The old man and the old woman thought she had finally come to her senses and raised their heads triumphantly: "You choose. Who do you want to learn from?"

"No... I don't want to become your disciple." Ruan Xingchen smiled a little embarrassedly, looking at the two of them eagerly: "I am not talented, and I am afraid that I will disappoint you. But..."

She politely poured tea for them, her attitude very humble. "My younger brother and sister, the two who like to play the piano know each other. They are Master Yu Wan's new students, named Huo Xiaoning. The other one is called Huo Chenglin, who is very passionate about oil painting. They are both very talented..."

She smiled humbly and said, "I wonder if the two masters would be interested in teaching me a thing or two?"

Damn, for the sake of children's learning, what does it matter if parents are humble? No matter how hard it is, the children cannot suffer. No matter how poor it is, education cannot be deprived. She understands!

As an elder, it is our duty to bow our heads for the sake of our children.