It was Xia Wuyao who explained it to the little sisters.
Knowing that the other party was asking her if she knew how to decorate the yard, Wu Hanyu hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly, but then quickly explained.
"I'm just following my mother and doing some random things, but if Sister Huo needs it, I can do my best."
Lin Mengya's eyes brightened a little more. If the Miss Wu in front of her really inherited her mother's talent, she would be the designer she was looking for.
But in this kind of thing, you can only see the level of Miss Wu when you see the finished product.
"I wonder if Miss Wu has any design drawings? Oh, I mean, have you ever painted the scenery in the garden? I heard that Ling Ci saw this garden in a dream before she was alive, and then she painted it, and finally it became what it is today.
What we can see."
Wu Hanyu's expression was a little complicated.
In fact, she had painted with her mother many times before, but in her father's eyes, these meticulous painting skills were beyond elegance.
Even Aunt Sun laughed at her, saying that with such skill, she might as well learn some poetry or become a knitting girl.
In this way, you will not be disliked by your husband's family when you get married.
Every time she heard this sentence, she would feel secretly uncomfortable, but the saddest thing was her mother.
Just because my mother married my father, everything I loved in the past became a burden.
Only in this garden could my mother find a moment of peace. But later even this garden could not save her, so she was willing to die.
This place is not only her mother's dowry, but also the only sustenance of her mother's soul, so she has to keep it no matter what, at least it cannot fall into the hands of Aunt Sun.
"I have a studio here, and there are quite a few maps in it. If you want to see it, I can take you there with me."
Although Wu Hanyu is pessimistic now, she doesn't want her little sisters to worry too much about herself, so she tries to pretend to be positive and optimistic.
But everyone can see that this girl is just trying to hold on.
But since the other party had found a topic to change, Lin Mengya and the others naturally agreed and followed the girl to a small courtyard in the garden.
This is truly a scene of the four seasons, and the most amazing thing is that there are no walls visible to the naked eye in the garden.
But the scenery here has four distinct seasons.
Lin Mengya observed carefully, and then discovered that every scene in the garden was divided by plants.
In this way, there will be no abrupt feeling, and it is not that there are no walls, but the buildings here will blend harmoniously with the surrounding scenery.
That is, someone is here
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The immersive feeling of Jingzhongyou, to be honest, if you are willing to spend money and effort to continue to maintain it, then it is very likely that this place will become a grand scene in the Harbor City, but it is a pity.
"This place is called 'Wenhua Zhaoying', and it was my mother's favorite place during her lifetime. This is my mother's and mine's painting studio. Let's go in together!"
Wu Hanyu stepped forward and gently opened the door.
But after a while, her face became extremely ugly, and she felt like she was about to cry again.
"They, how could they"
Wu Hanyu rushed in and looked at the table and floor covered with paintings of his mother and himself, and couldn't help but shed tears of distress.
When Lin Mengya and the others walked in, they felt as if the place had been raided by robbers. Some of the scrolls were torn in half, while others had several black footprints left on the ground.
Those who were more lucky were just thrown aside, while those who were unlucky were now turned into a piece of garbage.
"It's so deceiving!" Xia Wuyao clenched his fists in anger.
She really should have beaten those people to death just now!
When she was young, she and her mother often came here to play. Every time she came here, she was afraid of damaging Mrs. Wu's scroll.
Because even though she doesn't like painting very much, she can still see that Mrs. Wu's painting skills are amazing and she is deeply touched by each of her paintings.
Even my young self seems to be able to read some feelings from this painting.
But now, those precious scrolls that should have been hung up and protected have now become garbage thrown on the ground.
Now let alone Wu Hanyu, even she found it difficult to accept it.
Xia Wuyao quickly ran over and picked up all the scrolls on the ground with his little sisters.
While picking them up, he comforted the other person, "Hanyu, don't be sad. I will have these scrolls moved to my house later. I will keep them well for you and never let anyone touch them again!"
But Wu Hanyu still couldn't help feeling sad.
These were the only things her mother left for her, but those people still wouldn't let her go!
Are they really going to have to push themselves to death before they are finished?
Lin Mengya also stepped forward and gently picked up one of the paintings.
Although only half of the painting is left, and there is a big black footprint on it, she can read a bit of cold wind and chilling feeling from these words.
The whole screen remains
The white part is very large, and only one winter plum blooms alone.
The delicate plum blossoms were just covered by heavy snow. The next moment, a cold wind blew and blew the snow off the plum blossoms.
At this moment, the plum blossoms became a unique color in the ice and snow.
Lin Mengya couldn't describe how she felt now, but this painting was very expressive.
She also seemed to feel the inner loneliness of the painter.
Perhaps, this single plum blossom is the only glimmer of hope left by the painter.
Therefore, what the painter thinks is that even if a cold wind blows and takes away the remaining snow that is pressing on him, he can still bloom in the wind.
Maybe there are other profound meanings in it, but Lin Mengya is really not good at this, so she can only interpret it this far.
I have to say that this is a very good picture, but it is a pity that the second half has been thrown away.
What a pity!
She carefully wiped the dust off the footprints with a handkerchief, and then put them in a pile with other torn scrolls. The four of them sorted them out for a while, and finally sorted out all the scrolls.
Wu Hanyu's mood is even sadder than before. Now she can't even force a smile, she can only caress these scrolls with nostalgia.
She didn't know if she had anywhere else to keep these things.
She could give it to Wu Yao, but she knew that it would only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. After she got married, she still wouldn't be able to bring these things back.
Do we have to give up from now on?
"This painting was painted by Miss Wu, right?"
Lin Mengya unfolded a picture.
This picture is relatively lucky, except for some wrinkles, there are no other damaged areas.
Moreover, the paint on this picture is relatively bright, so Lin Mengya guessed that it should be painted by Wu Hanyu.
Wu Hanyu only glanced at it and nodded gently.
She has no mood at all now and only feels that the future is gloomy.
But after Lin Mengya took a closer look, she felt that this girl was really talented.
Although her painting skills are not as mature as Mrs. Wu's, it can be seen that her basic skills are very solid and her lines are very smooth and clear.
The most important thing is that what this girl painted should be the scene she imagined.
But Lin Mengya fell in love with it immediately and felt that if her store could be decorated according to the scene in this painting, everyone would like it.
It’s just that she knew now was not a good time to speak, after all, the other party had just accepted
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Such a ruthless baptism.
She looked at other paintings, and finally Lin Mengya made a decision.
"Miss Wu, although I say this, I am very suspicious of taking advantage of others. But if I can let you fully display your talents, especially the things above, I can make it come true. Then can you put it into practice?"
Will you sell this garden to me?"
Wu Hanyu was stunned. His tearful eyes forgot to shed tears and just stared at her blankly.
Xia Wuyao also opened her mouth. Although she knew it was not appropriate to say this at this time, she did not stop Sister Huo.
Because she felt that Sister Huo should be able to help her little sister.
"This, me"
Lin Mengya put down the scroll and continued: "I know you don't really want to marry a stranger, not to mention that the other person was chosen by your father, so his character cannot be guaranteed."
"So what I want to ask is, girl, are you willing to be locked in a stranger's back house for the rest of your life?"
Of course Wu Hanyu didn't want to.
But these three words were about to come out of her mouth, but she stopped them abruptly.
"It doesn't matter whether I want it or not. After my mother passed away, my father wanted to marry me far away immediately."
"Besides, getting married is an order from my parents. I can't have any freedom from the matchmaker's words."
In fact, she doesn't want to get married if possible.
At least not now.
Lin Mengya could hear the unfinished meaning in the other party's words, so she came up with a bold idea.
"If I buy this garden, why don't you try to stay here? And I promise, Mr. Wu will never find you here."
Wu Hanyu's gray and despairing eyes suddenly had little gleams of light.
But it was shattered in just a moment.
"How is this possible? Besides, if I don't listen to him and my reputation is ruined, I will still feel sorry for my mother."
Lin Mengya knew that this era had profound restrictions on women.
But as the saying goes, what she wants is to break the shackles placed on women in this era.
"Miss Wu, I understand your concerns. But if I can give you a chance to support yourself, maybe a few years later, you can still use your own name to establish yourself in this world!"
"You can have the opportunity to marry someone of your own choice. Even if you meet someone who is not kind to you, you can still have the confidence to reconcile with them. I wonder if you can choose to fight for yourself once?"
These words made Wu Hanyu's heart beat violently "bang bang, bang bang".
