my korean savage wife

Chapter 407 Give me Rong'er? !

After eating and resting for a while, Sudan Qing went into the "battle" again.Every second counts, probably his style.

"This first part is estimated to take three to four days. In the next few days, every day will be very hard. Are you mentally prepared?"

"Of course. It's nothing to suffer a little if I can learn from you."

Sudan Qing smiled: "What a good boy." After speaking, he concentrated on painting.

After spending three or four hours, Sudan Qing finally completed the pencil draft and outlined every detail on the canvas.I have to admire him, at such an age, he still has such enthusiasm for work and physical strength.

"Grandpa, can I come in?" Rong'er asked softly at the door of the studio, probably she was worried that coming in casually would disturb Grandpa's work.

"come in."

As soon as she entered the door, Rong'er covered her nose: "It smells really bad inside."

Seeing her precious granddaughter coming in, Sudan Qing smiled: "Does it smell bad? I still think it smells good. What are you holding?"

"Don't move!" Rong'er turned sideways to prevent Grandpa from touching the plate in her hand, "This is for Sun Zhen."

"It turned out to be supper. Only Sun Zhen has it. Did you mean to make grandpa jealous?"

Rong'er pointed to a small bowl next to her: "Grandpa's is this one."

Su Danqing picked up the rice bowl and ate the glutinous rice balls: "Is that so much? You haven't married yet, and your elbows are turning outward?"

Rong'er spoke plausibly: "Sun Yu's appetite is bigger than yours, so of course he eats big bowls! Grandpa, don't keep making fun of others! If you do this again, I won't cook you supper in the future!"

"Okay, okay, everything is right for you~~"

Seeing the two of them singing together and having fun, I couldn't help laughing.

After I finished eating, Rong'er put away the bowls and chopsticks and asked me, "Is it delicious?"

"Yeah." I nodded slightly.Rong'er was overjoyed immediately, and Sudan Qing took the opportunity to make fun of her again.

After Rong'er walked out of the room, Sudan Qing tidied up a bit: "Let's call it a day. Go back to take a shower and sleep."

After we took a shower, we quickly got into the warm bed.

"Sleeping in the same bed with my old man, don't you mind?"

I smiled: "In my opinion, you are younger than young people."

Sudan Qing took two pills: "I heard about you and that little Korean girl from Rong'er."

The little girl he was talking about was, of course, Yin Sunmi.

"His parents brought her back to South Korea, so you can't keep dating, right?"

Although some details are slightly different from the facts, the basic meaning is the same, so I nodded.

Sudan Qing sighed: "Things in the world have always been 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi. So I advise you not to be too sad. Maybe one day, she will suddenly come back to you."

"Maybe." Mentioning Sunmi made me feel lost.

"Let me tell you a story: Once upon a time, there was a young painter who fell in love with a girl from a rich family, but the girl's father looked down on this young painter, thinking that a painter is a painter, a lowly job, They objected to their relationship. Finally one day, the two couldn't bear the torment of love and chose to elope. Not long after, the girl gave birth to a son for the painter. It is great to have a son, but the burden of life is even heavier. The young artist has been working hard to paint, but he has never been famous, and the money he earns can only barely maintain the life of the family. Even so, the girl still has no complaints and no regrets, and takes good care of their common son."

Sudan Qing paused for a moment, as if recalling the plot of the story: "No one would have imagined that soon after, an epidemic broke out in the area where they lived. Unfortunately, the girl fell ill, but the artist couldn't afford to pay for her medical treatment. , could only watch her die. Not long after, by chance, the young painter was lucky enough to participate in an art competition, and his talent finally attracted public attention. As a result, his fame rose, and everything It's all changed. It's a pity that the girl will never see this scene again. Isn't this a very sad story?"

I turned my head to look at Sudan Qing and found that his eyes were full of tears.I seem to understand a little bit.

Turning my head, I pretended not to see Su Danqing's tears: "Do you think that girls would suffer less torture if they married some mediocre rich boy instead of elope with the painter?"

Su Suqing wiped away her tears: "Isn't it? I think that painter must be very regretful. If you really love someone, you shouldn't let her suffer."

"You are wrong. The painter should be proud. That girl got real happiness, and she died in her own happiness. Sunmi and I are the same, no matter how much we suffer, we will never give up."

"Family support is more important than anything else. This is the root of happiness. It is too fragile to support an ideal sky with only two people. This is my advice."

"Grandpa Su, I don't understand what you said. Besides Shanmei, do I have any other options?"

Sudan Qing immediately said: "Yes." He turned to look at me, "If you are willing to accept Rong'er, I will not mind your past. On the one hand, I think that little Korean girl is really good, and I hope you can have a happy ending , but on the other hand, our Rong'er likes you so much, and I appreciate you very much, I hope you can become my grandson-in-law. Can you understand my feelings?"

I turned around and turned to the outside: "Grandpa Su, you think too much. Many things are arranged by God, and we can't interfere at all."

In fact, I was completely moved by Sudan Qing...

"Sun Yu, you are wrong. Although it is said that oil painting pays attention to light and shade, the use of lines is also very important. Slender, bold, neat, random, and overlapping, these make the connotation of oil painting richer. Western modern masters, such as Matisse, Van Gogh, Picasso and Miró are all masters of line in oil painting."

"Dad, hurry up and eat. Talking about art early in the morning, don't you want Sun Zhen to eat?" Rong'er's father hurriedly cooled down our enthusiasm for art.

I took the opportunity to look at Rong'er's father. He is very handsome. He is in his 40s and looks like he is only in his 30s.I guessed that his mother, Sudan Qing's wife, must be a gentle and virtuous woman.

Sudan Qing smiled heartily and said: "Yes, it's too close to each other, and I can't stop talking about it. Sun Yu, eat well, and don't ask me about art again, lest I can't help but make a long speech."

Rong'er was holding her rice bowl and secretly looking at me with a happy smile.

(End of this chapter)