Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
As Xia Ling had expected, even though her family’s foundations were empty, Father Mu was reluctant to sell his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, as well as some of his family’s ancestral calligraphy and paintings, so he brought all of them to this courtyard.
This courtyard was about seven to eight miles away from the city, and it was a little like a village in the city. The surroundings were bustling with activity, and there were all kinds of people. The order was rather chaotic.
However, Father Mu didn’t reveal his wealth, and most people didn’t know that the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone he used looked ordinary, but in fact, they were all rare treasures.
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Xia Ling put down everything and began to draw.
She borrowed Father Mu’s study room.
The first drawing she drew was Wang Yue.
The little boy was strong and well-behaved. If he could follow her, he would be able to prevent his roots from becoming crooked. Xia Ling liked it very much.
In the plot, Wang Yue dared to bully Mu Qing because Mu Qing’s personality was too soft, and she could not even establish her mother’s authority?
She missed him a little, so she drew a picture of a child playing with a cat in this courtyard.
Wang Yue had once taken a ball of string and teased the cat downstairs.
The little toddler reached out and handed the ball of string over, causing the little cat to stare at the ball of string in his hand warily and stretch out its claws to scratch it.
The child and the colorful cat were both cute creatures in the picture.
Xia Ling outlined it bit by bit.
Fine brushwork was not as good as freehand brushwork.
As long as the spirit was present in freehand brushwork, the pursuit of form was not that high.
As for fine brushwork, what it needed was a body and spirit.
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At first, when Xia Ling was drawing, Father Mu came over to take a look.
However, after looking at it for a while, Father Mu’s expression was a little complicated. He did not know where his daughter had learned such a solid hand in traditional Chinese painting, and he had a vague impression of being an expert.
After a while, mother Mu came over to take a look.
Unlike Father Mu, mother Mu could tell at a glance that Mu Qing missed Wang Yue.
But what could she do if she missed Wang Yue?
The child was being taken care of by his father and had no blood relationship with the MU family. What did they rely on?
Behind Xia Ling’s back, mother Mu discussed it with Father Mu.
“Why don’t we ask Xiao Yu to come over for dinner? ”
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Bai Yu was interested in Mu Qing in that way.
Although Mu Qing had already been married once, Bai Yu knew that she was divorced and still took care of her. This meant that he did not mind that Mu Qing had been married before.
Father Mu glared at mother Mu. “Bai Yu is such a good child. What if he agrees? What if his family doesn’t agree? Let’s not draw any red lines so that there won’t be any more complications. ”
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The two of them decided not to talk about it.
On the other side, the city’s calligraphy and painting association was going to hold an art exhibition.
After Xia Ling finished painting this “cat playing with a child” , she asked Father Mu to ask his friends who were previously involved in calligraphy and painting to send it to the calligraphy and Painting Association to participate in the competition.
With her style of painting, it would definitely not be a problem for her to be selected.
The news spread very quickly. The city’s calligraphy and Painting Association was full of praise for this painting and even wanted to recruit Xia Ling as a member of the association.
Xia Ling agreed without hesitation.
From then on, she really started to mingle in the art circle.
The Mu family was happy and happy.
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As for Wang Yuhua, his days were not that easy.
He was short of a large sum of money, so Wang Yuhua quickly registered with Ruan Xue.
After getting married, Ruan Xue realized that there was no such thing as a rich lady like she had imagined.
First of all, she had to take care of Wang Yue, who was more than two years old.
Wang Yue cried every day to look for his mother, and she was tormented.
Ruan Xue herself was a lazy person. There were old and young people at work, and Wang Yuhua had to wait on her every day.
