The more Fu Chong thought about it, the more angry he became. He even wanted to ask this person to leave directly. He just wanted to stay and eat here.
But in the deepest part of his heart, he hopes that the two of them can reconcile.
Although he promised Sheng Mian not to set them up again in the future, Fu Yancheng was his grandson after all, and of course he wanted the best for his grandson.
So I made a sarcastic comment and pointed upstairs.
"The old man from the Xie family asked me to paint a landscape painting for him. Mianmian, Yancheng, go ahead and paint it. The food will probably be ready in two hours. If you join forces, we will definitely be able to paint it faster."
Sheng Mian was Zhang Rong's close disciple, and Zhang Rong was best at traditional Chinese painting.
It's not that she has never painted with Fu Yancheng. When she was in Youxian County a long time ago, she found that Fu Yancheng was very good at painting, and it was highly consistent with what she understood.
If the old man is like this, he probably still wants to bring them together.
In front of him, she couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to nod.
Fu Chong waved his hand, "Yancheng knows the location of my study. I have put all the things I need there. You can just start. Once the painting is done, I will have someone collect it."
Fu Yancheng lived up to the old man's wishes and stood up immediately.
Sheng Mian had no choice but to follow him upstairs.
She had been to the old man's study, which was quite formal in style, with books covering almost the entire wall.
The table in the middle is large, with drawing paper already laid out on it, and the signature has been written on it. This is indeed a gift for the old man of the Xie family.
Sheng Mian stood aside and began to observe the paints that needed to be used. What he was going to paint this time was Chinese painting, and the paints were almost all cold colors.
There is a row of paintbrushes hanging on the pen stand next to it, and everything is indeed ready.
But she didn't know what to draw yet, so she couldn't help but glance at Fu Yancheng, and found that Fu Yancheng also happened to be looking at her.
The environment around the two of them is antique, and they can't see each other as soon as they touch it.
She asked, "What to draw?"
Because I was brought here temporarily, I didn’t have much thought in my mind.
"Just paint the one you painted in You County."
Sheng Mian was a little surprised. She didn't expect him to say this. The painting was done by two people at that time, so both of them knew what they should do.
And you don’t have to rack your brains to figure out what to draw.
"good."
She poured out the water on the side and began to mix the paint.
Fu Yancheng couldn't help but start to get closer, "This time when I returned to Youxian County, I took another look at the painting. It's quite good."
"Um."
"You even spilled paint on me that night."
"sorry."
No matter how he talks about the topic, Sheng Mian always has information that is neither salty nor bland.
Fu Yancheng was so angry that his head was a little confused, but he suppressed his temper.
Next, he brought up several topics one after another, but Sheng Mian didn't answer them. Instead, he drew seriously. It seemed that he was talking to himself alone, which was very boring.
He threw away the paintbrush in his hand and said in a cold tone, "I won't paint anymore."
Sheng Mian thought he really didn't want to draw anymore, so she didn't even raise her head, "Then just take a rest and I'll finish it."
There was no sign that he was angry at all.
Fu Yancheng stood, his eyes falling on the back of her head.
She bent over and painted quietly, not caring about what he was doing at all.
He felt so depressed that he walked to a chair nearby and sat down. He drank two cups of cold tea in succession, but he still felt that the anger was still coming to his head.
While Sheng Mian was still decorating the scenery, a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around his waist.
"Mianmian."
He shouted, finally showing weakness.
"I was wrong. Next time I do something, I must investigate it first."
His hands wrapped tightly around her waist, making his voice mute.
