Shen Qinglan had just sat down shortly after coming out of the kitchen when she saw Shen Qingfeng holding something as he entered the courtyard with Zhang Xiaolian, who was carrying Shen Tao.
Shen Qingfeng was quite handsome, with wheat-colored skin and a tall, slim build - a bona fide attractive guy.
Zhang Xiaolian also had good looks, with a delicate charm, appearing petite beside Shen Qingfeng.
Shen Qingfeng said, "Qinglan, I brought you the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Draw a picture for me to see."
Shen Qingfeng brought over a long table, set out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and even insisted on grinding the ink for Shen Qinglan.
Shen Qinglan didn’t refuse. After spreading and smoothing the paper, she took the brush that Shen Qingfeng handed over.
She thought for a moment, then, with her left hand supporting the table and her right hand holding the brush, she bent partially over and began drawing on the paper.
Zhang Xiaolian, carrying Shen Tao, chatted with Dong Yao and Mrs. Jiang.
Shen He was a hunter, and Shen Tang was a true farmer, neither could understand nor was interested, so they didn’t intend to watch.
Shen Shan also didn’t understand these things, but to see if his daughter could truly draw, he joined in the commotion.
Among the crowd watching, the only ones with a formal education were the old Mr. Shen and Shen Qingfeng.
Shen Qinglan’s brush didn’t pause for even a moment and soon, the image of a man carrying things with a woman holding a child at his side came to life on the paper.
Quite evidently, it was Shen Qingfeng and Zhang Xiaolian holding the child.
Although the people in the drawing didn’t completely resemble them, they bore a nine out of ten similarity.
Even little Shen Tao yawning was vividly depicted.
Shen Qing’an happily shouted, "It’s big cousin and big cousin-in-law, and little Tao!"
Shen Qingping clapped, "Third sister is really amazing!"
Old Mr. Shen praised, "Our Qinglan’s drawing skills are very good, the details are excellently done!"
Shen Qingfeng clicked his tongue in admiration; these skills couldn’t have been developed in less than seven or eight years.
Shen Qinglan finished the fence gate behind the two with a few strokes before putting down the brush.
Over there, upon hearing that the painting was of Shen Qingfeng and his family of three, the crowd hurried over, and upon seeing the portrait, they couldn’t help but say how realistic it was.
Shen Qingfeng gazed longingly at the drawing and after some time said, "Qinglan, can this painting be given to big cousin?"
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Sure."
She never intended to keep this painting anyway; it was just something she drew on a whim.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Qinglan picked up the brush again and inscribed the word "Warmth" in the blank space.
Her handwriting was not the neat and delicate style typical of women, but rather vigorous and powerful like a man’s. Upon closer inspection, it revealed a certain flair.
In her past life, Shen Qinglan enjoyed copying the handwriting of ancient figures and merged various styles together, gradually developing her own style.
Shen Qinglan was especially quick to learn things she was interested in, but no matter how many times you taught her something she wasn’t interested in, she couldn’t learn it well.
Shen Qingfeng remarked brightly, "This handwriting is no worse than Duan Yunfei’s!"
Old Mr. Shen was curious, "Who is Duan Yunfei?"
Shen Qingfeng replied, "Duan Yunfei is the young master of Yongning Manor. He’s eighteen this year and wrote excellent calligraphy by ten. Even his calligraphy teacher, the contemporary scholar Yin Bai, felt ashamed by comparison.
Madam Luo’s nephew is my friend, and he is cousins with the young master Duan. I once saw the young master Duan’s calligraphy at his place, it truly is excellent!" Read full story at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥
Old Mr. Shen nodded, "A young talent indeed!"
"Our Qinglan’s writing is also truly excellent!"
Shen Qingfeng looked at his cousin with a face full of pride and envy.
He really didn’t expect that his cousin would not only be able to paint but also write so well. Indeed, she was naturally gifted, unlike him, who after years of practice, didn’t reach half her skill.