noffsinger Chapter 150 Painting
Chapter 150 Painting
Shen Qingyu didn't care at all. She picked up the pen with her bare hands, closed her eyes slightly, and replayed the painting she had just seen in Master Yun's study in her mind: distant mountains, tall bamboos, green leaves and lush branches...
When she opened her eyes again, her clear eyes were calm and peaceful.
She could not hear the mocking and taunting voices around her, Madam Nan Rong's glare, Shen Xitong's resentment, and Xiao Jinyue's anger...
She turned a blind eye to all of this.
With bare hands, he picked up the brush and drew stroke by stroke, following the path in his memory.
The ink is sprinkled on the rice paper and gradually spreads out.
Green bamboos of varying shades gradually appear under Shen Qingyu's brush.
Shen Qingyu painted seriously, keeping it in his heart, casting aside the shackles of fame and gain in the world, seeking the simplicity and nature in his heart.
When she was immersed in painting, all her desires for fame and fortune, and her unwilling hatred, seemed to be completely put aside at this moment. Just at this moment, she was just doing it for this painting.
When the branches and leaves of the green bamboo slowly extended across the half of the painting, the laughter and sarcasm at the table suddenly stopped.
She can really paint!
Those ladies from noble families who were skeptical were stunned, and those young ladies from noble families who had been sarcastic about Shen Qingyu were all dumbfounded. The most unlikely things in the world had all happened today. Young Master Nanrong had set the questions himself, and the illiterate and plain-looking second young lady of the Shen family had hidden her talents and had painted the graceful and lifelike beauty of the bamboo leaves with her own hands.
How is this possible? How is this possible?
Shen Xitong's face turned pale, and she looked incredulous.
Liang Lan pursed her red lips tightly and slumped on the rosewood chair. For her cousin Nan Rong, she learned painting for several hours every day, but in the end, she was not as good as the fourteen-year-old Shen Qingyu. She was not willing to accept this, she was not willing to accept this!
In terms of painting skills, Shen Qingyu is just a beginner and has only learned the basics. Naturally, she is far inferior to those young ladies from aristocratic families who have studied painting for more than ten years. But it is often like this. Learning too much is not necessarily a good thing. The more you know, the more likely you are to be constrained, timid, and hesitant, which in turn inhibits your performance. Shen Qingyu has not learned much, but she is confident. Even if she can't paint well, she will admit it.
In this world, there is only one chance. If you miss it, you will regret it.
She also had a skill that she brought from another world, which was a photographic memory. Although she couldn't remember all the details after just one look, during the time she was in Yuntai Mountain, she went to the bamboo forest every day. Even though Nan Rongyan avoided her and refused to meet her, she learned a lot in that bamboo house.
She knew everything about Nan Rongyan's painting, his painting techniques, and his layout. In order to get closer to Nan Rongyan, she had studied it carefully to find out how a famous painting was painted.
What's more, the half painting in front of her was exactly the one she had just seen in Nan Rongyan's study.
Although Shen Qingyu was surprised that Nan Rongyan personally asked the questions today, she was not too panicked. She was able to know Nan Rongyan's brushwork thanks to the help of that brat Jiang Yun. After all, without Nan Rongyan's personal instruction, it would have been difficult for her to even start painting. However, Jiang Yun called Nan Rongyan his uncle, and Shen Qingyu had been learning painting from him since she was a child. With Jiang Yun's guidance, Shen Qingyu also learned the essence of the painting.
Calming his mind, Shen Qingyu followed Master Nanrong's painting method and painted on half of the painting, completing the remaining half stroke by stroke.
When it comes to painting, the heart is the most important thing.
A good painter is extremely pure and genuine, without even a trace of impurity.
If she were to paint a different picture today, it would not be Shen Qingyu's home court. She was just a supporting role, but at this moment, she suppressed everyone else. She was originally a speck of dust, but now she was shining among the crowd. She finally broke through the boundaries. She was no longer a small character in the book, and she should have her own world.
Liang Lan's face gradually darkened, and Wei Xue, who was not far away, was still calling her in panic, "Sister Lan, Sister Lan!"
Wei Xue didn't need to remind her, she had already seen that the second young lady of the Shen family was a very cunning person. She hadn't even reached the age of 15 yet, but she was already so cunning. It was really scary.
Liang Lan's nail polish embedded in her flesh was stained with blood. She thought of how Shen Qingyu had just played the fool outside the gate of Nanrong Mansion, deceiving everyone and making everyone lose their guard against her, thinking that she was just an insignificant little character. Unexpectedly, in the end, she was the one who outshined everyone else and made a splash at her aunt's birthday banquet.
"Sister Lan, what should we do? Shen Qingyu wants to draw the picture of Master Nanrong!"
Wei Xue was so anxious that she was about to cry.
Before Shen Qingyu started painting, she swore in front of the many ladies and young ladies from noble families present that if anyone could solve the problem, she would be willing to take that woman as her teacher and obey her orders and serve her at her beck and call.
The more Wei Xue looked at her, the more frightened she became. How could she, Wei Xue, feel proud to call the fourteen-year-old second daughter of the Shen family her teacher?
When Liang Lan heard Wei Xue's panicked shouting, her pretty face turned pale. Yes, she actually painted it. All the young ladies from the noble families present were at a loss, but the unknown second young lady of the Shen family could actually complete her cousin Nanrong's painting, and it was done perfectly, as if she had a telepathic connection with her cousin Nanrong. With every stroke, the second young lady Shen knew where cousin Nanrong should put his next stroke.
How did she draw it?
Why can she draw it!
Liang Lan's eyes were filled with hatred. She had known cousin Nanrong since she was a child, but over the years she had never understood what was really in his heart. But how could the Second Miss Shen be able to communicate with him when she had never even met him?
Also, cousin Nanrong liked to pause for a moment on the green leaves of the bamboo when painting. She had observed this for several years before she slowly figured it out. But Miss Shen II sketched out cousin Nanrong's painting style without even thinking about it. No, she didn't believe it. It must be a coincidence!
The ink splashed on half of the painting gradually became a painting as the tip of the brush in Shen Qingyu's hand moved.
"Great painting!"
Among the ladies and young ladies from the noble families present, someone uttered a heartfelt exclamation of admiration, and this exclamation awakened the many ladies and young ladies from the noble families who had been stunned at the table for a long time. The silence was broken, and the arrogance of some of the young ladies from the noble families was hit even harder by Miss Shen II.
Even if they disdained the disgraced Second Miss Shen, what they saw with their own eyes forced them to admit that this Second Miss Shen's arrogance and arrogance were justified. She had not even reached the age of 15, but she had achieved such great accomplishments in painting. This kind of spiritual talent was nothing but a gift from heaven!