Nongmen tranquility

Chapter 125
An An was a little disturbed by his scorching eyes: "Brother Fang Yuan, I... I can't draw well, and I got an ax in front of you..."

She didn't go into the bookstore that day, and she didn't know the level of the paintings of this literati in this different time and space, and what kind of style she admired. Although she was confident, she was still a little uncertain.

Ning Fangyuan shook his head and looked at her appreciatively.

An An was scrutinized and questioned by him so much, and her heart was dim. It wasn't that she didn't draw well, but that a 13-year-old rural girl like her was no stranger to paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and could draw in a short time. Not to mention how well the painting was done, this was already a suspicious and strange thing. In order to avoid such unnecessary doubts, she had long thought of her words.

"Presumably you must have inquired about my family and heard about my father. My father was a scholar and was very proficient in painting. When he passed away, I was already over eight years old, but as early as three or four When I was [-] years old, my father held my hand and taught me how to draw, read and write. He also told me many stories. When he was alive, he once praised me for being smart and lamented that it was a pity that I was just a girl. If you are a man, you will definitely do something."

This explanation barely makes sense.However, even if you start learning at the age of three or four, and stop at the age of eight, can you still have such a hand feeling?Ning Fangyuan's eyes flickered slightly, "According to the calculation, you have only learned calligraphy and painting from your father for four or five years, and you can do this. You can be said to be a genius."

"I don't know if there is a genius in this world. I only know that I am not a genius. Over the years, I have never forgotten my father's teachings. I have never been abandoned for a moment. If I don't have a pen, I will use a stick instead of it. Without ink, I will use water instead." In other words, the earth is paper, water is ink, trees are brushes, and wild flowers all over the mountains and plains are all pigments."

While talking, An An was so moved that she cried, and really wanted to present herself with an award.

Sure enough, Ning Fangyuan no longer doubted, looked at her with pity, raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Don't worry, I will take care of you in the future, what's the matter with you just tell me, I am your brother Fangyuan .”

This touch head kill or something, so fanciful and dreamy, An An laughed out of tears.

"Speaking of which, I have learned to paint for more than ten years. Although my brushwork is a bit more sophisticated than yours, my charm is far behind yours."

An An, who lifted the alarm, smiled, of course, knowledge limits a person's imagination, and you have never seen such a beautiful scene in anime, "Brother Fang Yuan, don't say that, I can even praise you I'm sorry."

Ning Fangyuan looked at An An intently. It seemed that today, at this time, he had just met her for the first time. She was very fresh and solemn, "Are you planning to sell this painting?"

"Yeah." An An nodded.

Now that the situation is pressing, she can't think of other ways to make money secretly besides painting.

The more Ning Fangyuan looked at this painting, the more he liked it. He raised his head and looked at An An slightly differently, "Then sell this painting to me."

This time, it is not the kind of buying with help that I thought before, but a kind of affirmative desire to buy the painting.

This affirmation is stronger than anything else.

An An's heart warmed, she looked up at Ning Fangyuan, but finally shook her head resolutely.

"Huh?" Don't you need money to sell paintings?

"Brother Fang Yuan, I know you want to help me, but as the saying goes, if you sell my paintings to you, what is the difference from reaching out and asking you for money?"

In the future, she will have a lot of places to spend money, so she can't shamelessly rely on that kindness to keep asking for money.

If that's the case, how is it different from those villains who want to repay their kindness? She herself will look down on herself.

(End of this chapter)