Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 87 Was it a copy of Master Shuimo's painting?
Grandma Qingzhi, who was sitting in the main seat, was stunned for a moment, and said in a surprised tone, "Yimo, you mean to give away the painting?"

She has never received paintings as gifts, and she appreciates these artistic things.Back then, my old man's favorite painter was Master Shui Mo, but this Master Shui Mo was very mysterious, and the old man had never seen Master Shui Mo in person before closing his eyes.

This matter has also become a knot in her heart.

Qiao Yimo nodded, looked at Xiuli with cold eyes, and said expressionlessly, "You will know after tearing off all the packaging."

"Heh" Xiuli looked at Qiao Yimo resentfully, then smiled at Grandma Qingzhi, "Grandma Qingzhi, what's so good about this painting? Who can't draw? Scribbling is better than giving an umbrella Woolen cloth."

Xiuli tore the package as she spoke, and inside was a rolled painting, with handles on the four corners.

Grandma Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it, this little granddaughter really has ulterior motives.

Dong Yan and Qiao Renshan relaxed their nervous sweating hands a little bit. Fortunately, the daughter didn't trick themselves.

"Oh, it turns out that what my sister gave me is a painting. Let me see what good things the painting has."

Qiao Anchu stepped forward to help Xiuli unfold and flatten the painting together.

What caught the eye was a pair of watercolor paintings, brightly colored watercolors, with a line of poems dotted with ink next to them, and the materials used for the watercolors were smooth and flawless.

It is far from the cheap feeling wrapped in newspaper outside.

Xiuli and Qiao Anchu's eyes widened.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes widened. This level is indeed very high.

No wonder it was rumored that Qiao Anchu stole Qiao Yimo's painting, pretended to be his own, and then gave it to Mr. Qin, but was later exposed by Mr. Qin, canceling the apprentice banquet.

Presumably, this matter has a high probability of being true.

Everyone started talking again:
"So, is it true that Qiao Anchu stole Qiao Yimo's painting?"

"It's not a rumor, this incident is true. I was still at the scene at the time, so don't tell me how embarrassing it is."

"Mom, this fake daughter is really not as good as a real daughter."

"What are you doing so much about other people's housework?"

In the distance, Mo Jun stroked his chin and joked, "This idiot really knows how to save money, and he actually gave his own painting to grandma!"

Then he added: "They don't accept Master Tired's necklace even if they give them paintings?"

Leng Juan's phoenix eyes were raised slightly, but she was not angry, because she knew the little girl's painting level.

The little girl drew it by herself, no matter from which point of view, it must be more meaningful than the necklace.

He found himself admiring her more and more.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Grandma Qingzhi hurriedly followed up to watch.

She took a closer look, and the smile on her face instantly burst into praise, "Yimo, is this painting really for me?"

Grandma Qingzhi was pleasantly surprised when she saw the painting, she seemed to have seen this style of painting somewhere.

Qiao Yimo nodded slightly, "Well, do you like it?"

Grandma Qingzhi smiled happily, how could her granddaughter not like the hand-painted ones.

Seeing this, Xiuli snorted softly, and said sarcastically, "Mom, Yo, you like this kind of thing, we'll just buy it for you! Look at this painting, tsk tsk, I really can't figure out what's so good about it!"

"Is it because my siblings don't love Yimo? They can't even afford mom's birthday present! I can find things like this in the trash can." Xiuli mocked Dong Yan.

"How can you say that, whatever Yimo gives is her wish! Even if it's worthless, don't say it so meanly!" Dong Yan said indignantly.

Qiao Yimo looked at Xiuli and sneered, "Then tell me which trash can I can pick it up? I'll pick it up!"

"Hmph, my daughter can make a picture like this, don't think that you are the only one who can draw!" Xiuli was bragging about her daughter.

Qingzhi didn't listen to what they were saying at all, her attention was all focused on the painting Qiao Yimo sent.

I always feel very familiar, very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

"Hiss!" Grandma Qingzhi had a flash of inspiration, "Yimo, why am I so familiar with the style of this painting?"

Qingzhi's words fell to the ground, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The people present couldn't help but scrutinize Qiao Yimo's painting.

After such an observation, one of the boys wearing glasses said "Hey", rubbed his eyes, and said in shock, "This painting. Am I right?"

"What's wrong?" Xiuli looked at the boy with glasses gossipingly.

"I seem to know who the style of this painting looks like, but I don't know if I should say it?"

Xiuli glared at the boy wearing glasses, "Just say what you want, what are you fussing about?"

The boy explained, "I'm an art student, and the style of this painting looks familiar to me, like... like the painting of the famous painter "Master Shuimo" in the art world.

Everyone's eyes widened when they heard this, and they looked at Qiao Yimo's painting in disbelief.

Although none of them majored in fine arts, the reputation of Master Shuimo was unheard of.

That is the big shot in the painting world, even Mr. Qin Song, a famous painter in S City, has to call Master Shuimo his father.

The boy continued, "However, Master Shui Mo has never painted this painting, and it is difficult to find his paintings on the market. It seems to have disappeared in the past few years. It is also a great pity in our art world."

"But today I saw a painting in the style of Master Shui Mo again, and I still feel very moved. I wonder if this little girl has seen Master Shui Mo?"

Qiao Yimo shook her head.

Those present were shocked when they heard the boy's description.

Even Qingzhi couldn't help but patted his head, with an expression of sudden realization: "That's right! That's right, the person I want to talk about is Master Shuimo! When my lover was alive, he was still a little fan of Master Shuimo! But seeing a similar painting again today, I feel very grateful, thank you Yimo, I like it very much."

Looking at the painting in front of her, she couldn't suppress the joy in her heart.

Unexpectedly, Xiuli snorted coldly, "Oh my God! What's so good about this painting, isn't it just copied from Master Shui Mo's painting?"

"You keep saying that you respect Master Shui Mo, but this person is copying Master Shui Mo's paintings, but you are amazing in taking pictures. You really don't have any awareness of intellectual property infringement." Xiuli pointed at the crowd and said sarcastically.

Seeing this, Qiao Anchu added fuel to the flames, "Sister, I'm afraid this is not good. No wonder Mr. Qin liked your paintings so much before. It turns out that your paintings are all copied from Master Shui Mo!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone felt that it made sense, so they started whispering:
"It turned out to be a copy of Master Shuimo! No wonder I look so beautiful, and the ink calligraphy is so shocking, it really doesn't look like a little girl wrote it!!"

"Me too, a white surprise."

"Do you think this little girl is Master Shuimo's apprentice!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't heard that Master Shuimo has taken in apprentices!"

"In this way, it's not too shameful for Qiao Anchu to steal Qiao Yimo's words. In terms of artistic creation, Qiao Yimo also stole Master Shuimo's inspiration."

"You're right, the two sisters of the Qiao family are both thieves!"

Not far away, Mo Jun recalled what Qiao Yimo said, and said to Leng Juan, "Sister-in-law seems to have said that she has seen Master Shui Mo's paintings, so she will add some of Master Shui Mo's style when creating."

Leng Juan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her thin lips parted lightly and muttered, "Shuimo, Qiao Yimo."

Seeing that Leng Juan didn't respond, Mo Jun shouted a few more words.

"Master Tired, my sister-in-law has been said so, so I can't go up and beat them away!"

She glanced at him coldly and disapprovingly, blaming him for interrupting her thoughts.

He opened his thin lips slightly, and said in a low voice: "Reckless!"

"Uh..." Mo Jun didn't protect his daughter-in-law when he saw Leng Juan, and it was hard for him to say anything as an outsider.

Amidst the taunting discussion from the crowd, the boy with glasses walked to the corner and made a phone call.

Mr. Qin was having a drink at home when he suddenly received a call from his student, "Little brat, what are you doing?"

Liu Fan asked anxiously, "Teacher, do you want to come to the grandma Qiao's [-]th birthday party?"

When old Mr. Qin heard the words Qiao's family, he didn't agree with each other.

The two little princesses of the Qiao family, one lied to themselves, and the other despised themselves. They were very angry last time, and they will be angry again today?
"Don't go."

Although the Qiao family also sent him a banquet post this time, he was determined not to go.

Liu Fan confirmed again, "Is the teacher really not coming?"

Mr. Qin was so angry that he drank two cups and began to scold people, "You little bastard is going to go by himself, and I won't go anyway if you kill me." He paused and asked, "How can you little bastard?" Go to the banquet at Qiao's house?"

"My parents brought me here." Liu Fan scratched his head, wondering why the teacher didn't come.

He was silent for a while and said, "Teacher, I just saw that Miss Qiao's family gave Grandma Qingzhi a painting whose style is very similar to that of Master Shui Mo! Presumably, the teacher should be very interested."

"What?" Qin Lao heard the name of Master Shui Mo, and the wine was half sober in an instant, "You mean there is a painting that looks like Master Shui Mo? You want me to appraise it?"

For many years, he hadn't seen Master Shui Mo's paintings.

Mom, this feeling feels like seeing an oasis in the desert.

Liu Fan nodded emphatically, "Yes, teacher, come here quickly, or the banquet will be over later."

"I'll go right away!" Mr. Qin hung up the phone in a hurry, and hurried to Longyue Hotel before he even got the invitation for the banquet.

When Liu Fan heard the beeping sound on the other end of the phone, several black lines appeared on his face. He said that he would not come even if he was killed?

He helped his forehead helplessly, and looked at the second young lady of the Qiao family who was delivering the paintings in the distance. Although the cynicism of the people around him hadn't ended yet, she sat there calmly, as if there was never any time.

He really admired the little girl's psychological quality.

Xiuli and Qiao Anchu were very pleased when they heard everyone criticizing Qiao Yimo, and they were waiting for Grandma Qingzhi to scold Qiao Yimo.

(End of this chapter)