Jiang Quan followed the old man since he was a child and experienced various scenes. Although he was well-read in poetry and books, he also learned some of the old man's skills and did not know much about painting.

After taking Yu Zhenling, I learned a little about painting, but I was still a bit amateur.

Based on his research on Chinese painting, we can naturally see that this painting uses ink and light layers to gradually dye it, which is a good painting based on this.

The painting style is freehand, a dead tree, a stone table below, and an old man.

The whole picture has no special color, but it is unexpectedly smooth and eye-catching.

Jiang Quan was invited to Yu Yong's art exhibition and also saw some famous paintings. As for Jiang Xinran's paintings, he saw more, more, and had some appreciation ability.

Compared to Yong, Jiang Xinran's paintings are too craftsmanship.

However, Jiang Quan could naturally see the picture on hand. Whether it is ink or literary, this painting is not comparable to Jiang Xinran in terms of pattern.

The brushwork is smooth, as if it is refreshing and full of style.

that is……

It's a little dirty, with a thin layer of gray on it.

Jiang Quan remembered that Meng Fu had said that she could draw, and he couldn't help but look at Meng Fu, "Fu'er, is this what you painted?"

As soon as he asked, Jiang Quan felt that he was thinking too much. This painting was just right with ink, and it was impossible to practice it for less than ten years.

Meng Fu unscrewed the bottle cap 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 said subconsciously, and after that, he realized what Meng Fu said, and suddenly looked up at Meng Fu: "You said... this is what you painted?"

Meng Fu twisted the lid of the perfume bottle, turned sideways, and faced Jiang Quan: "I know it's hard to draw to the elegant hall, so you don't have to complain about me."

Jiang Quan: "???"

"Wait, it's hard to reach the elegance? 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 she was joking.

"My Master." Meng Fu got up, went to the bookshelf and found several more books to bring with him. Speaking of this, she touched her nose and said vaguely.

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

Because after learning painting for a few months, she went to learn fortune telling with the Taoist priest on the mountain.

When she packed her things and arrived in T City, she accidentally brought this painting, so she used it to separate it from the dust.

Jiang Quan no longer had time to think about his master's questions. His mind was full of Meng Fu's paintings, so he asked Meng Fu to give them to him.

"Take it." Meng Fu waved his hand.

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Jiang Quan sent Meng Fu back to the training camp and drove back to the Jiang family.

As for Jiang Ran's affairs, Meng Fu did not say anything, but he did not ask the secretary to investigate.

After arriving at the Jiang family, the secretary had already found out the whole story. Jiang Quan intervened, and Yu Zhenling's affairs could not be hidden. The old man had only known that Meng Fu was bullied, but he didn't know that Yu Zhenling's operations were involved.

Now I know that my eyebrows and eyes are covered with a layer of frost.

The driver didn't dare to say a word along the way.

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

Seeing Jiang Quan come back, the group stood up.

Yu Zhenling also put down her teacup and looked at Jiangquan with a smile.

Before he could speak, Jiang Quan said in a deep voice: "Are you good at making a decision about Fu'er?"

When Meng Fu was mentioned, Yu Zhenling's expression became cold, but she knew that there were guests at home, so Jiang Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen sent Tong Eryu out.

The two of them have a special atmosphere.

However, they all said hello to Tong Eryu very politely.

After the two of them went upstairs, Tong Eryu followed Jiang Xinran and the others out, and then looked back: "Uncle Jiang just said Meng Fu?"

"Who else can I have besides her," Jiang Xinchen muttered, "My parents have argued for her for many times, so they didn't want to go to school. This time it's because of the entertainment industry."

When Jiang Xinran heard this, hesitated for a moment, "Is it because of lip-syncing?"

Tong Eryu frowned and stopped talking.

Inside the house.

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

"Come to me? If she really knows how to complain, can he sit at home?" When Jiang Quan thought of this, he was twisted. He didn't know whether Meng Fu knew about Yu Zhenling or not. If Meng Fu knew, he wouldn't even dare to imagine what Meng Fu felt like just now.

No complaint?

Yu Zhenling looked up in a daze.

The blue veins in Jiang Quan's temple burst out, "She has been suffering outside for so many years before she came back. Can't you be like a normal mother? Xinran is not your daughter, you treat her so much, why do you have such a big opinion when you get to her? I feel ashamed of what you do now. How do you let me see her in the future? Ah?!"

It would be fine if Jiang Quan didn't say this. When did Yu Zhenling's eyes turn red when she said this: "What you said is nice. When did she respect me? As soon as she came back, I helped her practice a school, but she said she would drop out of school. She asked her to learn etiquette, piano and calligraphy. She had heard of it? My Yu family has been a scholarly family since ancient times, and finally a third-rate actor appeared. You are worried that you can't see Meng Fu, why don't you think about how I met my mother's family?"

"I won't talk about anything else. This time, I'm not just for you not to make enemies there. I'm thinking about you, and the one who is wrong in the end is me."

Yu Zhenling said it carefully, Jiang Quan could still defend her. She cried as she said that, and Jiang Quan had a headache.

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

Of course, Jiang Quan was not only angry with Yu Zhenling, but went to the Yu family.

The servant took Jiang Quan to the study.

Yu Yong was looking at the paintings of students from the association. When he saw Jiang Quan coming in, he put down the pen of the annotation in his hand and made someone pour a cup of tea for Jiang Quan, "Why are you here to find me today?"

Jiang Quan didn't argue with Yu Yong, so he took out a long box and handed it to Yu Yong: "This is the painting I found at Fu'er today. I think her painting is not inferior to Yu Xinran. She must be talented in this. I hope you can take a look."

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

Meng Fu's painting?

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

After hearing Yu Yong say this, Jiang Quan felt relieved because he had to go back to deal with Yu Zhenling's affairs, so he did not disturb Yu Yong anymore and left directly.

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

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