Houfu Key Class

Xu Wan actually learned painting in the two years since she married into the Hou Mansion. In modern times, there is no time to learn, and in the Shangshu Mansion, there is no money to learn. The freedom given to her by the Hou Mansion allowed her to read, practice calligraphy, and learn painting in her free time.

Originally it was just for her to spend time alone, but one day her mother-in-law discovered it and specially invited a painter to come and give her lessons for a period of time. Xu Wan was flattered at the time, but she couldn't refuse her mother-in-law's kindness, so she I studied for a while.

When the pen in her hand fell, she added Zong Zhao's eyes. She remembered that gaze, always looking at her so calmly and impartially.

Xu Wan picked up the ruler, pressed the painting on the table, and waited for it to dry. Looking at it now, although the mother and son occupy a larger space in the main painting, the gaze in the window in the lower right corner adds to the warmth.

It felt like - when they were playing around, someone was quietly accompanying and guarding them in the distance.

There were footsteps outside the door.

Zong Zhao came in holding a new quilt and saw her sitting at the desk. He paused and suddenly remembered that he had not put away the pictures he drew last night. But Xu Wan looked at him with a smile, which made him too nervous to come over. Zong Zhao put down the quilt and pretended to be busy spreading the quilt.

Xu Wan couldn't help but laugh and asked: "It's not night yet, why are you spreading the quilt? Don't you never take a nap?"

Zong Zhao tried to make amends for himself: "I want to try it today and take a nap with you." She especially likes to take naps.

Xu Wan deliberately teased him: "Oh, okay, but I just found a painting and I don't know who painted it. Is it Jin Cheng? This kid learns things quickly and is very good at painting."

Zong Zhao stiffly replied: "Does he have time to learn painting?" Doesn't it mean that you don't learn and have no skills before the age of eight, but after the age of eight you just study hard?

Xu Wan pretended to be serious and said: "Sometimes you have to admit that people are very talented. At that time, I also thought that this kid was ignorant and a waste. It turned out that he was good at Cuju, Touhu, and Chuiwan. He is such a genius, you don’t know. He once kicked a spin ball in the Cuju court. He was so handsome that I was so shocked that I was praising him in my dreams.”

Zong Zhao could hardly laugh anymore.

"So I think maybe he also has a talent for painting, and he can draw it right away, right?" Xu Wan looked at him with a smile.

Zong Zhao was silent for a while and whispered: "No."

Xu Wan suppressed her laughter and continued to ask him: "If it wasn't painted by Jin Cheng, who is it, Cuizhi?"

Zong Zhao: "..."

Xu Wan's bad taste came back again.

In the past, when she was fighting against the little devil, she always liked to tease him. Later, the little devil made peace with her and made a truce, and she was too embarrassed to stir up trouble again. But now she discovered that Zong Zhao was also quite funny, and he was always accurate.

Just like now, she clearly felt that he was holding back, and she wanted to say it but was embarrassed to admit that she was secretly drawing them.

Xu Wan continued to stimulate him and praised: "Cuizhi's painting is really good. It captures the expressions of me and Jin Cheng very well. I want to hang it up so that I can see it when I come to the desk every day." "

Zong Zhao was stunned for a moment and asked, "You like it very much?"

Xu Wan nodded and smiled: "I like it. Go and get me a nail and a hammer, and I'll hammer it in. Oh, by the way, you can nail nails too, right?"

Zong Zhao responded: "Yes, everyone in Gongyuan needs to learn."

"That's true. When Jin Cheng went to take the children's subject, he learned it in advance." Xu Wan said.

Zong Zhao came in with nails. Naturally, he would not let Xu Wan do it, so he took the nails and marked on the wall behind him: "Where do you want to nail it? Is it okay here?"

Xu Wan looked at it and found that the angle of view was quite suitable for her height. However, because she added the lower right corner of the painting, the center of gravity of the entire painting was expanded, so the position was inappropriate: "Taller, it will be too short." ”

Zong Zhao stepped on the stool and moved the hand holding the nail one foot higher: "What about this? Is it too high? It's easy to see clearly."

Xu Wan took a step back, looked at the position where he raised his hand, compared it with the painting in his hand, and said seriously: "Okay, okay, just here."

Zong Zhao thought it was a bit high, but she liked it, so he drove the nails without hesitation. A small hammer was very convenient, but he deliberately held back his strength and nailed the nails carefully bit by bit.

"Give me the hammer and give you the painting." Xu Wan handed the scroll to him.

Zong Zhao bent down and gave her the hammer, took the scroll in his hand, and hung it on a nail. He got off the stool, turned around and looked at the painting, and he didn't know when someone had added a corner.

——It was him looking out through the window.

The original painting was about a mother and her son making fun; the current painting is about a family of three living together warmly.

It was she who painted him through paintings.

Zong Zhao felt his chest beating violently, and the taste of happiness spread from his eyes to the bottom of his heart, like fine spring rain, nourishing every part of his body unconsciously.

He was so nervous that he tightened his fingers, and after a long while he turned back and asked: "Did you... draw this?"

Xu Wan deliberately replied: "It's hard to say, maybe it was also painted by Cuizhi. She secretly observed the three of us."

Zong Zhao did not continue to believe her this time, but asked: "Did you see me last night?" He remembered that she had not looked towards the window.

Xu Wan shook his head and said: "No, I guess it was a graffiti. Huh, no, you mean you thought I saw you, so I drew this painting. In other words, I painted very close to last night Actually, I guessed it right?"

Zong Zhao whispered: "You draw very well."

Xu Wan could see with her own eyes that his ears were red. She felt that her girlish heart, which had been drowned in her studies, was about to be rekindled. In the past, she was in a hurry to get to work and only focused on studying and working, and had never paid attention to the emotional lives of girls of the same age.