Double-faced Shaodong: Doting Mango's Fiancée

"Forget it, you're young, so it's not surprising that you don't understand. Qingyun Chuxiu has more than ten million paintings. If she is Qingyun Chuxiu, how can she be a poor girl?" Ling Lao shook his head and sighed, giving Ling Yaming excused.

"Ah?" Ling Yaming was dumbfounded, as if he had heard the Arabian Nights.

"It's just..." Ling Lao's eyes shifted from Ling Yaming to Su Mang, "Miss Su, I'm skeptical when you say that you are Qingyun Chuxiu. What can you prove that you are Qingyun Chuxiu yourself?" ?”

Mr. Ling himself is a lover of Qingyun Chuxiu calligraphy and painting. He was abroad when the Yanyu Jiangnan was auctioned. When he heard the news, he hurried back from abroad, but it was still a step late. It has always been a pity to miss it.

Today, Su Mang suddenly said that she was Qingyun Chuxiu. He couldn't accept that Qingyun Chuxiu, who he had admired for nearly two years, was actually a little girl. He thought that Su Mang must have some special relationship with Qingyun Chuxiu. That's why he asked for a bamboo painting from Qingyun's Chuxiu place, and he was cheated here. He didn't allow anyone to tarnish the sacred painter in his heart, so he asked for proof.

This is hard for Su Mang.

Qingyun Chuxiu is just a name she came up with casually. Desert Yellow Sand and Misty Rain Jiangnan are just two paintings she painted for fun. Su Mang's identity is more worthy of her pride, so she doesn't care whether everyone believes that she is Qingyun Chuxiu or not.

However, if she doesn't prove that she is Qingyun Chuxiu, some people will suspect that she has cheated Ming's father and Ming's mother, and she can ignore what outsiders say about her, but she does not allow people she cares about Body, a little bit of imperfection happened.

Now, only if she proves that she is Qingyun Chuxiu, things will be perfect, but how can she prove that she is Qingyun Chuxiu?

"It's better if you draw a picture on the spot." Seeing Su Mang's embarrassment, Mr. Ling made a suggestion, "We have many masters who have studied the calligraphy and painting of Qingyun Chuxiu. If you perform a picture on the spot, everyone can Judge whether you are really Qingyunchuxiu."

Su Mang glanced at the people around him, and Ming's father and Ming's mother also had faint expectations in their eyes, and they really wanted to see what she meant by painting on the spot.

"Okay!" She nodded.

Today is the [-]th anniversary of Ming's father and Ming's mother. She has put so much thought into it, and this time is not bad!

Soon, the tables, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were all set up. Both Ming's father and Ming's mother were fond of calligraphy and painting, and they also liked to do a few graffiti. Naturally, everything in the house was complete and good.

"Old Ling, what do you want to see me draw?" Su Mang asked while holding a pen.

"What are you good at painting?" Elder Ling asked back.

"I'm not good at anything," Su Mang shook his head and smiled wryly, "I don't know why some people say I'm good at drawing. In fact, I just learned to draw for a few years when I was a child. I draw on my own whim. You can draw whatever you want, without any restrictions.”

"It's all about your interest...no restraint..." Ling Lao muttered the two words Su Mang just said, and he was a little lost in thought.

"That's good," Su Mang pondered for a while, "Since Mr. Ling has doubts about my identity, then you can draw the title and I will paint. The title you propose must be your favorite. I will finish the painting It will be easier for you to identify later."