"Forget it, you are young and don't understand. It's not surprising that a painting by Qingyun Chuxiu is worth tens of millions. If she is Qingyun Chuxiu, how can she be a poor girl?" Mr. Ling shook his head and sighed, asking Ling
Ya Ming exonerated.
"Ah?" Ling Yaming was dumbfounded, as if he had heard a fantasy.
"It's just..." Mr. Ling's eyes moved from Ling Yaming to Su Mang, "Miss Su, I am skeptical about your claim that you are Qingyun Chuxiu. What do you have to prove that you are Qingyun Chuxiu?"
?”
Mr. Ling himself is a fan of Qingyun Chuxiu's calligraphy and painting. He was abroad when the painting of Misty Rain Jiangnan was auctioned. When he heard the news, he hurried back from abroad, but it was still a step too late.
Missing it has always been a pity.
Today, Su Mang suddenly said that she was Qingyun Chuxiu. He could not accept that Qingyun Chuxiu, whom he had admired for the past two years, was actually a little girl. He thought that Su Mang must have some special relationship with Qingyun Chuxiu.
That's why he asked for a bamboo painting from Qingyun Chuxiu. He was deceived and deceived here. He didn't allow anyone to tarnish the sacred painter in his heart, so he asked for verification.
This is hard for Su Mang.
Qingyun Chuxiu was just a name she chose casually. Desert Yellow Sand and Misty Rain Jiangnan were just two paintings she painted playfully. She didn’t think Qingyun Chuxiu was a better name than Su Mang, nor did she think Qingyun Chuxiu was better than Su Mang.
Su Mang's identity is more worthy of her pride, so whether everyone believes that she is Qingyun Chuxiu or not, she doesn't take it to heart.
However, if she does not prove that she is Qingyun Chuxiu, some people will suspect that she has deceived Ming's father and Ming's mother. She can ignore what outsiders say about her, but she does not allow people she cares about to do so.
A little bit of imperfection occurs in my body.
Now, only if she proves that she is Qingyun Chuxiu, things will be perfect. But, how can she prove that she is Qingyun Chuxiu?
"How about you draw a picture on the spot," Mr. Ling saw Su Mang's dilemma and came up with some advice, "We have many experts here who have studied Qingyun Chuxiu's calligraphy and painting. If you draw a picture on the spot, everyone will be able to
To judge whether you are truly Qing Yun Chu Xiu."
Su Mang glanced at the people around him, and there was a faint expectation in the eyes of Ming's father and Ming's mother, who really wanted to see her painting on the spot.
"Okay!" She nodded.
Today is the 20th anniversary of Ming’s father and Ming’s mother. She has put so much thought into it, and this time is not the best!
Soon, the table, pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other supplies were all well placed. Ming’s father and mother were both fond of calligraphy and painting, and they also liked to do a few graffiti. Naturally, everything in the house was complete and good.
"Mr. Ling, what do you want to see me draw?" Su Mang asked while writing.
"What are you good at painting?" Mr. Ling asked.
"I'm not good at anything," Su Mang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I don't know why some people say I'm good at painting. In fact, I just learned painting for a few years when I was a child. I paint based on my interest, and I think of it on a whim.
You can draw whatever you want, there are no restrictions.”
"It's all based on interest...no restraint..." Mr. Ling muttered the two sentences Su Mang just said, and he was actually in a trance.
"That's good," Su Mang pondered for a moment, "Since Mr. Ling has doubts about my identity, then you will come up with the title and I will paint. The title you come up with must be your favorite. I will finish the painting.
It will be easier for you to identify them later.”
