Chapter 236 Painting
Murong Xue... is still so closed? How can she pass on her culture? Are they all so closed-minded? Is this the reason why the culture here is backward?
Thinking of this, he stood up and said, "Come on, follow me to Long Zhan's study."
She remembered seeing drawing tools in Long Zhan’s study last time.
Fu Wushuang was confused by her: "Why go to the study? That's my cousin's study. I don't dare to go in."
"Then you clean up the table and I'll get it."
"You can also draw? Bah, look at my memory, you have been learning to draw since you were a child, hehe," Fu Wushuang said and slapped himself on the forehead.
Murong Xue paused as she was about to go upstairs, then continued walking towards the study.
When Murong Xue came down with her painting supplies, she saw Zheng Nan and Li Xiangdong there, helping Zheng Shuang move the flowers.
"Xue, including Wushuang's pot, a total of 12 pots were moved," Zheng Shuang said when she saw Murong Xue.
"Is it enough? If not, move more. We can't lose to the foreigners."
Zheng Shuang: "If it's not enough, come back and move more."
Li Xiangdong rolled his eyes and said with a money-grubbing look: "I'll go get a few more pots, so I don't have to go back and forth, and I can sell them for money."
Murong Xue said that no matter how much these flowers were sold for, half of it would be divided equally between him and Zheng Shuang.
Haha, his wife Ben has made some money again this time.
He has been working for Murong Xue for a while, which makes his brother very envious. Every time he sees him, he throws a lot of sour words at him.
Zheng Nan: "..." How dare you? Then he saw his sister and Li Xiangdong walking towards the backyard one after another.
Over there is the greenhouse that the Seventh Master built for Miss Murong. He had been there once and heard that most of the flowers there were brought back from the Hua family.
Some of them were cultivated by Miss Murong herself, and he still remembered that his sister once showed off to him that Miss Murong said that if Li Xiangdong and she sold the flowers, half of the money would be handed over, and the other half would be divided equally between her and Li Xiangdong.
Isn't it just a potted flower? What's there to be proud of? Just look at how much you can sell it for.
But he didn't know that when Zheng Shuang and Li Xiangdong divided the money from selling flowers in front of him, his eyes almost popped out.
As disdainful as he was at first, he is now very envious.
Of course, this is a story.
"What are you doing?" Zheng Nan watched Murong Xue spread paper on the dining table and Fu Wushuang arranged the colored inks.
These inks are all imported, and Qi Ye seldom uses them. In the past, whenever Qi Ye was upset, he would take them out and paint a picture to calm his mind.
Ever since the last time when Miss Murong and Fourth Master Jun got their marriage certificate, Seventh Master lost his temper and never touched these things again.
Murong Xue ignored Zheng Nan. Wasn't it obvious that she was showing this? She still asked.
Lay out the paper: "What kind of paintings are they competing in?"
Fu Wushuang also ignored Zheng Nan: "In the past, it was birds, flowers, trees, fruit plates, bottles...etc. In China, most of the paintings are landscapes."
After hearing this, Murong Xue had a plan in mind: "If China wins the competition tomorrow, bring these paintings back to me. If foreigners win, you can show them."
Murong Xue prepared the ink and started writing.
Fu Wushuang wanted to speak but was stopped by Zheng Nan. He shook his head at her and put his index finger to his mouth, making a "hush" gesture.
Murong Xue painted quickly, simply and clearly, with simple colors, and finished a branch of plum blossoms. Some of the plum blossoms were in bloom, some were half-opened, some were about to bloom, and some were just forming buds. There were also a few fallen flowers floating under the branches, and even a few petals were mixed in.
He and Fu Wushuang thought that was the end, but they never thought that Murong Xue would change her pen and write "卜算子·咏梅" The wind and rain sent spring away, and the flying snow welcomed spring. The cliff is a hundred feet of ice, but the flowers are still beautiful. Beauty does not compete with spring, but only announces the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
Fu Wushuang exclaimed: "Wow, I didn't expect your calligraphy to be so good, what kind of font is this?"
Murong Xue put the pen aside: "Slender gold characters."
Zheng Nan was shocked by the elegance of the handwriting. Each stroke was unrestrained and free, giving people a refreshing feeling. "Did you create this?"
Murong Xue shook her head: "Master taught me. I thought of a few calligraphy copies I still have. Hmm, should she take them out? Let's find a chance."
My previous life's master...
After hearing what she said, Zheng Nan also knew that Miss Murong had an extraordinary master. He did not ask any more questions, but read the poem: "Wind and rain send spring away, and flying snow welcomes spring. The cliff is a hundred feet of ice, but the flowers are still beautiful. Beauty does not compete with spring, but only announces the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles in the bushes. This poem is so well written."
Fu Wushuang said excitedly: "Xue, where is the signature?" With the signature, this painting can instantly kill those "monsters and ghosts".
Murong Xue was puzzled and asked: "What kind of money?"
Fu Wushuang pointed to the lower right corner of the painting and said, "You sign it, and I'll take it to the competition."
"Yes, all paintings are signed," Zheng Shuang said as he walked over.
Murong Xue had no choice but to write the two small words "Unknown" in the lower right corner.
"Nameless? Does it mean unknown?" Fu Wushuang asked curiously when he saw the two words connected together.
Murong Xue smiled: "Haha, it's okay if you think so."
Then, with the witnesses of several people, Murong Xue painted orchids, bamboos, and chrysanthemums, and wrote poems on them.
Zheng Shuang picked up the painting of chrysanthemums: "Drinking Wine" I built my hut in a human world, but there is no noise of carriages and horses. I ask you how you can do that? My heart is far away and the place is secluded. I picked chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and saw the southern mountains leisurely. The mountain air is beautiful at dusk, and the birds fly back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten the words when I want to explain it."
Zheng Nan was now impressed by Murong Xue's talent, and he admired his Seventh Master's insight even more: "This sentence, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains. What a leisurely state of mind this is."
"This poem tells us that in our busy lives, we should learn to slow down and appreciate the beauty around us. At the same time, we should also pursue inner peace and transcendence, and not be burdened by the world. By appreciating nature and experiencing life, we can find inner peace and satisfaction."
"Wow..." Fu Wushuang gave him starry eyes.
Zheng Shuang said passionately: "China will definitely win!"
When Long Zhan came back, he found that his home had changed. He looked at several people gathered together and wondered what they were talking about.
When Zheng Nan saw the person coming, he was startled and hurried forward to take the things from the boss.
"What is this for?" Long Zhan asked when he saw the mess in the living room and dining room.