Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 470 Atmosphere
In the next step, shouldn't we follow the vines and get involved in something.

She must find out who her real father is, otherwise she will have trouble sleeping and eating, especially after knowing Mu Chen's identity.

Thinking of doing it, Qingcheng went to Mu Shenghuang's study.

She usually goes to the study to find Mu Shenghuang, because it is always right to find Mu Shenghuang there.

Sure enough, Mu Shenghuang leaned back on the chair, his eyes fixed on a painting on the desk.

The painting was drawn by him himself, and it is a picture of ten thousand beasts.

Qingcheng glanced over and saw that the picture scroll was several meters long, and the part that was spread on the table at the moment was only one-tenth of it.

"Cheng'er, what do you think of Grandpa's painting?" Mu Shenghuang didn't know the reason for Qingcheng's visit, so he asked her to taste the painting.

She walked over obediently and looked at the painting on the table. Although it was a picture of ten thousand beasts, it was by no means easy to paint all ten thousand beasts.

Qingcheng counted and counted, there are about a thousand beasts in the painting, in different shapes, vivid and vivid on the paper.

She thought of Mu Wanxiang's paintings, which were also very atmospheric, but not as atmospheric as Mu Shenghuang's.

"Atmospheric." Qingcheng thought for a while, and only gave two words.

"What an atmosphere, you know how to paint?" Mu Shenghuang looked at Qingcheng with great interest. As far as he knew, no one taught Qingcheng such things as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting during the ten years in Canglan.

But after Qingcheng returned, he discovered that she was not as incompetent and mediocre as he had imagined.

"Yes, you can play piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting." Qingcheng didn't intend to hide things from Mu Shenghuang. She had learned piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting from the guqin master in her previous life. Absolutely not bad.

Mu Shenghuang smiled in satisfaction, and he spread out a piece of clean rice paper, with no ink on it, pure white as before.

"Come on, let's draw a picture for Grandpa." Mu Shenghuang was still very curious about Qingcheng's ability, it would be one thing, but fineness is another.

Whether it can be refined is the most important question.

Qingcheng originally came to inquire about her parents' problems, but at this time it was difficult to shirk.

Her mind was moving slightly, and her writing was in the style of everyone, but when Mu Shenghuang saw her draw the last stroke, his expression changed.

Qingcheng's painting is Mu Wanxiang, without any scene rendering, but it makes people feel desolate.

"You go back first, I know you have been checking who your biological father is, and why did Wan Xiang cut off the father-daughter relationship with me back then. There is no need to make such a detour, grandpa can tell you today, it is the way you know Wan Xiang killed Chen'er but didn't know how to repent, so I broke up with her in a fit of anger, and she left for more than ten years and never came back."

Mu Shenghuang's whole body was enveloped by a low-pressure aura, his face was tense, and he was very unwilling to say this matter.

"Qingcheng knows, but what Qingcheng wants to know most is, who is my father, and whether he is alive or dead now." Qingcheng is not afraid of Mu Shenghuang at all, she only wants the truth, and doesn't want to care about other things.

Mu Shenghuang sighed helplessly at Shang Qingcheng's persistent but clear eyes.

"Go and ask your mother. She hasn't contacted me since she left, and I don't know who your biological father is." that painting.

(End of this chapter)