Adorable wife sultry: Mr. Ye, don't mess around

Chapter 147 Status Section

The Wen family's old house is located in a manor in the outskirts of the city. The Wen family is a scholarly family in the local area. Although it is not a top-notch luxury family, it has produced many experts and scholars and is very prestigious in the cultural circle.

Wen Zisheng's grandfather is a famous master of landscape painting. The old man often paints majestic landscapes with splashes of ink.

As soon as Wen Zisheng got out of the car with Ye Yuhuan, he was surrounded by relatives and friends of the Wen family.

"Zisheng, is this your girlfriend?"

Tables and chairs were set up in the courtyard outside the old house for the guests to rest. Judging from the number of people, there were indeed not too many people invited, and they should be some close relatives of the Wen family.

The person talking to Wen Zisheng at this moment is a middle-aged woman, who looks somewhat similar to Wen Zisheng in appearance, and looks gentle and amiable.

Wen Zisheng took Ye Yuhuan's hand and introduced to everyone: "Yes, elders, this is my girlfriend, Ye Yuhuan."

"Yu Huan, these are my family members, this is my sister-in-law, this is my second uncle..."

Ye Yuhuan greeted everyone generously, with a neither humble nor overbearing manner, which made everyone admire involuntarily.

Wen Zisheng's sister-in-law, Wen Songlan, pulled Ye Yuhuan affectionately: "We listened to Zisheng talking about you every day at home, saying that you are smart, generous and beautiful, and seeing you today really lives up to your reputation."

Ye Yuhuan also has a good impression of this kind-hearted sister-in-law: "Your sister-in-law has won the prize, you look extraordinarily beautiful and generous, if Zisheng didn't introduce you as my sister-in-law, I might think you are his older sister. "

Sweet-mouthed girls love to eat everywhere, even the dignified Wen Songlan smiled happily when she heard the compliments, and repeatedly praised Wen Zisheng for having a good eye for finding such an attractive girlfriend.

Wen Zisheng led Ye Yuhuan into the house, introducing his grandfather as he walked, so that Ye Yuhuan would be mentally prepared in advance so that he would not be nervous.

"My grandfather is a very hearty old man who is easy to get along with. He usually likes to drink tea and draw pictures. Don't worry, he will definitely like you."

Ye Yuhuan was very calm: "Well, when I saw you, I knew that your family must also be very good people."

As the old saying goes, people of a feather flock together, and things of a feather flock together.

From details such as a person's words and deeds, one can see his background and growth environment. A family that can teach Wen Zisheng such a gentle and gentle man will definitely not be a philistine and vulgar family.

After entering the gate and going up the escalator, Ye Yuhuan saw an old man.

He was wearing a white Tang suit and black cloth shoes. His hair was completely white, but it was combed neatly, and he looked very energetic.

The old man was painting on a big case. On the drawing paper, a few slender green bamboos straightened his waist in the wind and rain, which made people look very strong.

"Master..." Wen Zisheng was about to speak, but Ye Yuhuan stopped him. When others are creating, they don't like to be disturbed.

Ye Yuhuan stood quietly by the side, her gaze fell on the drawing paper approvingly, and she waited patiently for the old man to finish drawing.

Grandpa Wen actually saw Ye Yuhuan and Wen Zisheng out of the corner of his eye when they entered the door, but he didn't raise his head. On the one hand, it was because the painting was not finished, and on the other hand, he also took this opportunity to observe Ye Yuhuan's behavior.

Seeing her obediently standing aside without saying a word, Grandpa Wen secretly approved in his heart, so he calmed down and concentrated on painting.

It wasn't until countless strokes of black bamboo were drawn that Grandpa Wen straightened up, let out a long breath, and put the brush on the pen holder.

Ye Yuhuan picked up the teacup on the side very wisely and handed it to Grandpa Wen. Grandpa Wen took it with a smile: "You girl is Ye Yuhuan, right?"

"Hello, Grandpa Wen." Ye Yuhuan called out generously.

Grandpa Wen nodded with a smile, pointed to the drawing paper on the table and said, "Girl doll, how about you take a look at this painting?"

Ye Yuhuan walked closer to take a closer look, and saw dots of black bamboo painted on the one-foot-long snow wave paper, as if there was a breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, the eyes of the bamboo leaves could be dark or light, adjusted by the thickness of the ink used, Very common ground.

"Grandpa Wen, your painting method is based on the painting method of the Huzhou Bamboo School. When you look at the thousand-pole black bamboo, no matter from which direction you look at it, it has its own style, making the viewer feel that the bamboo It's against me."

Grandpa Wen's eyes lit up: "You girl, can you actually see the Huzhou Bamboo School?"

Wen Zisheng was also pleasantly surprised: "Yu Huan, I see that grandpa has been painting for so many years and doesn't know the tricks inside. How did you find out?"

"When my father was alive, he also liked painting very much. He often took me to the art gallery to visit the paintings of masters of the past, so I know a thing or two. Don't be offended by grandpa Wen's tricks."

"It turned out that my father also loved painting, but it's a pity that he has passed away. If the painting is still there, I can be a confidant with me." Grandpa Wen stroked his beard and shook his head with emotion.

Wen Zisheng was afraid that Ye Yuhuan would be sad because of thinking about Ye's father, so he quickly brought the topic to him.

"Grandpa, don't you think Yuhuan is your confidant? A confidant doesn't care about age, as long as you share the same interests and appreciate each other." Grandpa Wen smiled and said nothing.

Ye Yuhuan can see that she has a good skill, but how much does such a young girl know about painting? Now that electronic technology is so advanced, young people like trendy things, and few people can settle down to appreciate these art forms.

Just like these juniors in the Wen family, although all of them have developed well, no one likes to write and draw anymore. With a flash of the mobile phone shutter, so many beautiful scenery are frozen in the photo, why bother to spend time to describe it.

This is also a little regret of Grandpa Wen. There are no successors, few bosom friends, and no one to listen to when the strings are broken.

Ye Yuhuan was not annoyed, as if she didn't see Grandpa Wen's hesitation, but pointed to the blank space in the picture and asked, "Grandpa Wen, you deliberately left a blank space here for writing a poem, right?"

"Yeah, I just haven't thought of any suitable lines yet."

Ye Yuhuan pondered for a while: "In my opinion, it's better for you to mention Su Dongpo's "Standing the Storm" on it: Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not scream and walk slowly, the bamboo stick and straw shoes are light than the horse, who is afraid, one Minoyanyu Ren Pingsheng. It fits the artistic conception of your painting very well."

"A cloud of mist and rain, Ren Pingsheng?" Grandpa Wen savored the artistic conception in the poem, memories flooded, and the past scenes came back to his eyes.

He used to be a high-spirited young man who wrote poems, painted pictures and drank tea.When he was obsessed with art, he didn't care about worldly matters, and he didn't pay attention to those who fought for fame and fortune. Some people ridiculed him and replied with Su Dongpo's poems.

(End of this chapter)