Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 54 054 Sending a picture

  Jiangquan has followed the old man since he was a child, and has experienced various scenes. Although he has read poetry and books, he has also learned some skills of the old man, and he does not know much about painting.

  After taking Yu Zhenling, she did a little research on painting, but she was still a bit amateur.

  From his research on traditional Chinese painting, it is natural to see that this painting is gradually dyed in different shades of ink, which makes it a good painting on this basis.

   Freehand style, a dead tree, a stone table below, and an old man.

  There is no special color in the whole picture, but it is unexpectedly smooth, which is eye-catching.

  Jiangquan was invited to an exhibition of Yu Yong's paintings, and he also saw some famous paintings. As for Jiang Xinran's paintings, he saw more, watched a lot, and possessed some appreciation skills.

Compared with Yu Yong, Jiang Xinran's paintings are too crafty.

  However, Jiang Quan can naturally see the painting at hand. Regardless of whether the painting is used in ink or the style, it is not comparable to Jiang Xinran in terms of layout.

  The brushwork is smooth, and it seems to be hearty and hearty in one go, with its own style.

   is...

   is a bit dirty, with a thin layer of ash on it.

  Jiangquan remembered that Meng Fu had said that she could paint, and he couldn't help but look at Meng Fu, "Fu'er, did you paint this?"

  As soon as I asked, Jiang Quan felt that he was thinking too much. The ink used in this painting is just right. It hasn't been done for more than ten years.

  Meng Fu unscrewed the cap of the bottle in his hand, smelled the smell inside, then glanced at the painting in Jiang Quan's hand, and said "um".

   "I knew it wasn't..." Jiang Quan subconsciously said, and then realized what Meng Fu said. He suddenly raised his head to look at Meng Fu, "You said...this, this painting was made by you?"

  Meng Fu twisted the lid of the perfume bottle, turned sideways, and turned the capped bottle directly to Jiang Quan: "I know the painting is difficult to draw elegantly, you don't have to complain about me."

   Jiang Quan: "???"

   "Wait, it's hard to be elegant? Who told you?" Jiang Quan looked at the expression on Meng Fu's face and was confused when she saw that she didn't look like a joke.

   "My Master." Meng Fu got up, went to the shelf and went to find a few books to bring to herself. After that, she touched her nose and said vaguely.

  I was embarrassed to say that on her master’s birthday, she drew this painting to him and was scolded.

  Because at that time she ran to learn fortune-telling with the Taoist master on the mountain after several months of painting.

  When she packed her things to T City, this painting was accidentally entrained, and she used it to separate dust.

  Jiangquan has no time to think about Master’s questions. He is full of Meng Fu's paintings, and asks Meng Fu to give him the paintings.

   "Take it." Meng Fu waved his hand.

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  Jiangquan sent Meng Fu back to the training camp and drove back to Jiang’s house.

  As for Jiang Ran's matter, Meng Fu didn't say anything, so he didn't ask, but asked the secretary to investigate.

After arriving at Jiang’s house, the secretary had checked the whole incident, Jiang Quan intervened, and Yu Zhenling’s affairs could not be kept secret. Previously, the old man only knew that Meng Fu was bullied, but he didn’t know that there was Yu Zhenling in it. Operation.

  I knew right now that the eyebrows and eyes were stained with a layer of frost.

  The driver dare not say a word along the way.

  Jiang’s family, Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran, and Jiang Xinchen are all downstairs. At the same time, there is also a special guest, Tong Eryu.

  Seeing Jiang Quan's return, the group stood up.

  Yu Zhenling also put down the tea cup, and looked over at Jiangquan with a smile.

  Before speaking, Jiang Quan said solemnly: "Are you good at advocating about Fu'er?"

  As soon as Meng Fu was mentioned, Yu Zhenling's face also became cold, but she also knew that there were guests at home, Jiang Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen sent Tong Eryu out.

  The two people have a special atmosphere.

   But they all greeted Tong Eryu very politely.

   Waiting for the two to go upstairs, Tong Eryu followed Jiang Xinran and the two went out, then glanced back: "Uncle Jiang just said Meng Fu?"

   "Who else can anyone besides her," Jiang Xinchen muttered, "My parents made her go to school and didn't go to school because she didn't know how many times. This time it was because of the entertainment industry."

  Jiang Xinran heard this and hesitated, "Is it because of false singing?"

  Tong Eryu frowned and said nothing.

  Inside the house.

  Yu Zhenling looked at Jiang Quan, sat back on the sofa, and sneered: "Meng Fu still complained to you?"

"Look for me to sue? If she would really sue Dad, he can still sit at home?!" When he thought of this, Jiang Quan's heart was twisted. He didn't know about Yu Zhenling, whether Meng Fu knew, if Meng Fu knew, He didn't dare to imagine how Meng Fu was feeling when he went to find Meng Fu.

  No complaint?

  Yu Zhenling looked up in a daze.

The blue veins in Jiang Quan’s temple burst out, "She has been outside for so many years before she came back. You can’t be like a normal mother? It’s not your daughter that you treat her like this, so why come to her? Such a big opinion? I am ashamed when I think about what you have done. How do you want me to see her in the future? Ah?!"

It’s okay if Jiang Quan doesn’t say this. When talking about this, Yu Zhenling’s eyes are red: "What you said sounds nice. When did she respect me? As soon as she came back, I helped her practice a school, but she said she dropped out. Let her go to learn etiquette, piano and calligraphy. She has heard that? My Yu family has been a scholarly family since ancient times. In the end, there was a third-rate actor who had no ink in his chest. You were worried that you would not be able to see Meng Fu. What about you? I don’t want to think about how I met my mother’s family?"

   "Don't talk about other things, this time, I am not for you not to make enemies there. I think for your sake, and I am the one who is wrong."

  Yu Zhenling said well that Jiang Quan could still explain to her, she cried as she talked, and Jiang Quan had a headache.

   Outside the door, Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen came back and couldn't help but look at Jiang Quan, who was so angry that Jiang Quan went out again.

  Of course, Jiang Quan was not only angered by Yu Zhenling, but went to Yu's house by the way.

  The servant took Jiang Quan to the study.

  Yu Yong was looking at a painting by a student of the Association. When Jiang Quan came in, he put down the annotation pen in his hand and asked someone to pour a cup of tea for Jiang Quan, "Why did you come to me today?"

Jiang Quan didn’t follow Yu Yong’s courtesy. He took out a long box and handed it to Yu Yong: “This is the painting I found at Fu'er today. I don’t think her painting is inferior to Xinran. She is sure on it. He is talented, I hope you can see it."

  This box was specially bought by Jiang Quan for Meng Fu's paintings.

  Meng Fu's paintings?

  Yu Yong heard this, looked up at Jiang Quan, and took the painting: "Okay, wait until I finish reading the homework of this group of students."

   Hearing what Yu Yong said, Jiang Quan was relieved, because he had to go back to deal with Yu Zhenling's affairs, so he didn't bother Yu Yong anymore and left directly.

  After sending him away, Jiang Quan returned to the study, but did not look at the long box on the table, and faintly told the people around him: "Take it to the utility room."

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