"My grandpa likes plum blossoms." Ling Yahe walked to Mr. Ling and laughed, "If you are really Qingyun Chuxiu, and you have painted the plum blossoms, I will give them to my grandpa. If you are a fake Qingyun Chuxiu, you will have painted plum blossoms.
How about sending it to me?"
"Not so good?" Su Mang rolled his eyes at him, "How come you were the one who got the advantage in the end?"
"Because I serve you and grind it for you!" Ling Yahe walked to Su Mang with a smile. While laying out the paper and grinding it diligently, he watched her laugh, "Now I really hope that you are not Qingyun Chuxiu.
Then this painting can belong to me, so what does it matter if the painting is clear or heavy? Are they all human? As long as the painting is drawn sincerely, no matter who painted it, it will be a priceless treasure!"
The venue was completely silent at this time, and everyone's eyes were focused on Su Mang. Everyone clearly heard Ling Yahe's words.
Su Mang felt warm in his heart and smiled at Ling Yahe to reassure him.
She knew that Ling Yahe was worried about her, worried that she would make a fool of herself if Qingyun wasn't in trouble, so she laid steps for her in advance.
She could imagine that if Mr. Ling later announced that she was not Qingyun Chuxiu, Ling Yahe would definitely try his best to confuse the matter and prevent her from being embarrassed at all.
His kindness is also a priceless treasure!
However, his worries are unnecessary!
Although it is difficult for people to believe that she is from Qingyun due to her age, it is a fact that cannot be changed. Real gold is not afraid of fire, and neither is she, Su Mang!
She chuckled and dipped her pen in the ink. Not long after, all kinds of plum blossoms appeared on the paper.
Those in full bloom, those waiting to bloom, those fluttering in the wind, those with graceful postures, the blossoms are naturally pure and pure, the branches are ethereal and elegant, some are clearly visible, and some seem to be hidden in a layer of mist, becoming more and more light, elegant and lifelike.
Even people who don't understand painting seem to feel the fragrance of snow and cold plum blossoms blowing in the wind...
Su Mang put down his pen and smiled. The guests in the audience praised him one after another. Some elders who knew calligraphy and painting came over and pushed Su Mang aside, who was painting, to comment on the calligraphy and painting.
"Are you really Qingyun Chuxiu?" Ling Yahe, who was also squeezed out, leaned into Su Mang's ear and asked in disbelief.
"Qingyun Chuxiu is not a famous person, why should I pretend to be her?"
"Please! Isn't Qingyun Chuxiu a celebrity? My grandfather is a fan of Qingyun Chuxiu's paintings. Do you know the price of her painting of Misty Rain in Jiangnan? Over ten million! Su Su..." Ling Yahe stared at
Looking at Su Mang, he looked like he was about to drool, "Su Su, Su Su! Don't do anything for the rest of your life, just paint at home. A few strokes are worth ten million, ah ah!"
Su Mang rolled his eyes at him, "Do you know why Qingyun Chuxiu's paintings are so valuable?"
"Why?" Ling Yahe humbly asked for advice.
"Because she painted few! You should understand the principle that things are rare and valuable, right? If I paint at home every day, the paintings I paint will become useless paper one day. Besides, as I just said, I paint purely based on my interest.
, the paintings you draw when you are interested will have life, but if you are not interested and just paint for the sake of painting, the paintings will lose their aura and there will be nothing special about them!”
"Miss Su, come here."
Ling Yahe wanted to say something else, but Mr. Ling called Su Mang over there, so he had to shut up.
