That is indeed a freshly painted picture of plum blossoms.
Probably because I was in a hurry to take it out before it had time to dry, so the ink on it was not completely dry, and some of it was even printed on the other half of the paper.
As soon as Mrs. Song saw this picture of plum blossoms, her expression immediately relaxed a lot.
"My son's plum blossoms are really more and more charming."
"That's right!"
Lin Mengya came to Mrs. Song's side, pointed at this plum blossom painting and said, "I have met many painters outside, but my cousin's plum blossom painting is the most popular.
I heard that five years ago, someone bought my cousin's paintings for a high price of one hundred taels, and now I think about it, that person was really discerning."
Mrs. Song was a famous and talented woman before she got married.
The two of them exchanged words with each other, but they actually left Sister-in-law Tang aside.
Seeing that he couldn't interrupt, the man looked displeased and immediately hated Lin Mengya.
However, he still shamelessly approached the two of them, but he was thinking in his heart, isn't it just a broken painting, so why do you praise it so much?
But on the surface, he can only say good things.
"As expected of the eldest young master of our family, his paintings are indeed good.
Now that the eldest young master can paint, I think his health has almost recovered."
Lin Mengya glanced at the other party coldly and took back the painting in her hand.
"Sister-in-law Tang, you seem to be very concerned about my cousin's physical condition?"
Sister-in-law Tang immediately smiled and said, "I grew up watching her anyway, and I always think about it in my heart."
"In that case, wouldn't it be disrespectful if my cousin didn't see you?"
Sister-in-law Tang's eyes lit up and she immediately said, "It's not that serious. It's just that I haven't seen the eldest young master for a long time and I want to give him a greeting."
"It's easy. I'll let my cousin come out right now."
Lin Mengya pretended not to know what happened between the two of them before, turned around and left the house.
Sister-in-law Tang was thinking about how to go to the black people to pay errands and receive rewards.
But they didn't realize that Mrs. Song, who had previously blocked vertical and horizontal barriers to prevent her from seeing Song Zeming, now seemed to be fine, sitting aside and looking at the plum blossom picture without saying anything.
Soon three people came in.
"Cousin, this Sister-in-law Tang said she wanted to pay her respects to you. Don't let her down."
"I understand, cousin."
Of the two people following Lin Mengya, the man was thin and frail, and his face was paler than that of the woman. At a glance, it was obvious that he was a frail and sick man.
As for the one next to him, his simple and elegant outfit cannot suppress his gorgeous face.
But she treats the man next to her carefully and properly, almost treating him like a baby, and is considerate in every way.
After walking just a few steps, the man's face turned a little red. After coughing a few times, he greeted Mrs. Song.
"The son has met his mother."
Mrs. Song was stunned.
Although she knew that what she saw in front of her was fake, she still couldn't help but her eyes turned red.
"Son, you're not in good health, so you'd better ask your wife to help you sit down."
"My son feels much better. Thank you for your mother's care."
Mrs. Song wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded and said, "If you are well, mother will be well.
Sit down quickly, don't tire yourself."
Song Zeming, pretending to be Bai Su, nodded and sat next to Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song treated her as if she were her real son, constantly asking for her welfare. She would either have someone bring her hot tea to warm her up, or someone would put a prepared blanket over her body.
After working like this like no one else was around, Sister-in-law Tang dispelled all her doubts.
She had seen how Mrs. Song treated the real Song Zeming.
Coupled with the fact that the other party looked like that short-lived ghost Song Zeming, I couldn't help but feel regretful in my heart.
In the beginning, she had gone to great lengths to get Song Zeming infected with the epidemic.
Unexpectedly, this sick man managed to survive. What a blessing.
Lin Mengya's peripheral vision has been watching Sister-in-law Tang's every move.
Seeing her go from being shocked to having to accept it, and finally being disappointed, I probably understood some of the issues in my heart.
It seems that Song Zeming's death must have something to do with this sister-in-law Tang.
When this matter is settled, she will definitely find a way to find out the truth and give an explanation to Mr. Song and Mrs. Song.
"Sister-in-law Tang, don't you have something to say to my cousin?"
After Lin Mengya's "kindly" reminder, Sister-in-law Tang suddenly remembered something, patted her head, and said to Song Zeming with a smile.
"If your sister didn't remind you, I would have forgotten it.
Ze Ming, you are already quite old. Your wife has not left you a son and a half for so many years. Don’t you think of marrying another concubine?"
Bai Su, also known as Song Zeming, only glanced at the other party lightly when he heard this.
"Madam and I have a deep affection. I don't care about future generations, and I don't have this idea."
Li Wushuang, who was next to him, turned his head in time, with a shy look on his face.
Looking at Lin Mengya, her heart tightened.
This scene is too much! It’s a little disgusting, okay?
But I didn’t expect Bai Su to adapt well.
Not only did he perfectly follow the script and perform all the lines and actions
He came out and even patted Li Wushuang's hand gently.
Now, the two of them really felt like a couple.
But Sister-in-law Tang curled her lips.
"I'm not saying that your wife is not good, but as a woman, when you marry, you have to carry on the family lineage for your husband's family.
There has been no movement in her stomach these years, she is not a good wife, don’t let others deceive her!"
It's obviously a word to sow discord.
If Li Wushuang were a real woman, I'm afraid this meeting would definitely feel extremely uncomfortable.
Bai Su looked at the other party coldly and said unceremoniously, "I don't care about future generations, what I care about is him.
Who says women have to have children? Even if he never has children, I will still treat him as before."
When Li Wushuang heard this, he was moved to tears. .??.
His handkerchief was almost crumpled into a mess. He looked at the other party and said lingeringly, "Husband, you are really good to Wushuang.
Even if you stay in bed for the rest of your life, I will take care of you for the rest of your life!"
Lin Mengya had goosebumps all over her body.
No, no, no, who added this line? It’s too gross!
Mrs. Song next to her had an aunty smile on her face.
For some reason, she always felt that these two children were perfect for each other.
It would be great if they were a real couple, and I would have an explanation for Li Wushuang.
The two people were affectionate silently, and their sweetness shocked everyone.
Lin Mengya couldn't stand it anymore and immediately stepped forward to end this dangerous topic.
"Sister-in-law Tang, you have read and advised me. My cousin is weak and will go back to rest soon. You'd better leave quickly!"
Sister-in-law Tang wanted to say something more, but she was no match for Lin Mengya, so she got her out after some pushing.
Although the other party was unwilling to do so, their drama was so sincere that she couldn't help but not believe it.
Lin Mengya kicked the people away and ordered the concierge not to let Sister-in-law Tang step into the Song family from now on, before returning to the main hall.
The atmosphere inside was quite warm. Bai Su sat down immediately, while Mrs. Song glanced at the picture in her hand, and then asked softly.
"Tell me, who painted these words?"
Bai Su and Lin Mengya looked at Li Wushuang silently. The latter immediately stood up and knelt in front of Mrs. Song and said, "I painted this painting, mother. I'm sorry that I brought up your sadness again."
But Mrs. Song smiled and shook her head, and asked lovingly, "Is this what Ze Ming taught you?"
"No, I taught Ze Ming."
Li Wushuang answered honestly.
At that time, Song Zeming could not After going out and being stuck at home all day, he looked very pitiful, so he taught him how to draw.
Mrs. Song nodded, with a bit of surprise in her eyes.
"No wonder, I said that although this painting is the same as that painted by Ze Ming, both in concept and technique, it is much better than that painted by Ze Ming.
Good boy, why haven’t I seen you draw such a good picture before?”
He was actually praised by Mrs. Song.
Li Wushuang's face was full of surprise. When he heard this, he said sheepishly, "It's just some small tricks. It's rare that my mother doesn't dislike it."
"Silly boy, I like it but I can't come over to it!
Can you paint two more pictures for me, and I can hang them in the bedroom together and appreciate them slowly."
Li Wushuang nodded immediately.
Since Song Zeming passed away, Mrs. Song has not smiled again for a long time.
If he could make Mrs. Song smile, he would be willing to paint a hundred pictures, let alone one.
Mrs. Song said and took Li Wushuang to the backyard with her.
Bai Su looked at the two figures and couldn't help but smile.
Lin Mengya joked, "I'm not complimenting you, just to see you smile."
Bai Su didn't feel embarrassed.
"I just think he is kinder and gentler than any man I have ever met."
Lin Mengya nodded.
Bai Su is a miserable child.
The living environment she grew up in shaped her character, and she thought that Bai Su would never be tempted by anyone in this life.
Unexpectedly, Li Wushuang, who seemed too weak and weak in the eyes of ordinary people, opened the door to Bai Su's heart by mistake.
"I think so too, our girl Bai Su has really good taste.
Alas, Cai Ru, I will send a letter to my great-grandfather tomorrow, because our family is getting married to a girl again!"
Cairu pursed her lips and smiled and agreed, "Yes, I will ask the ancestor to prepare a dowry for Miss Bai Su!"
Bai Su's face turned red, and now she realized what she had said.
"Master, I'm just discussing the matter, how could you make such a joke!"
But Lin Mengya smiled and said, "What's the matter? My fair lady, a gentleman is so jealous."
If you guys are interested in having a concubine, it can be considered as a matter of course, and your merits are complete, so why are you so shy!"
After all, Bai Su has been with her for a long time, so she is certainly more courageous than ordinary women.
After I figured it out, I no longer embarrassed myself, and there was a glimmer of light in my eyes.
"Let's wait until we get back to discuss this matter."
"Okay, you have the final say on your marriage."
Lin Mengya simply agreed, feeling happy for Bai Su in her heart.
