While the Ren family stood up and down at the door of the villa, watching the gorgeous fireworks, immersed in the joy brought by the Lunar New Year, and was far away in the red brick villa on Huashan Road, Jing'an District, Hanhai City, Zuo Yuqiu's family also spent the New Year in their own way.

Zuo Yuqiu, who returned from Europe, even though Qingyan's face added a lot of wrinkles, his eyes were still energetic after the frameless glasses. He was wearing a Tang suit with black satin fabric, a pair of linen cloth shoes, and a black long-handled Guandong wolf hair. He painted ink on an eight-foot banner rice paper.

Under Zuo Yuqiu's Wolf Hair, a freehand landscape Chinese painting slowly unfolds. Although his brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, they are clear and elegant, quiet and exquisite when they fall on rice paper. Under his brushstrokes, towering mountains rise up, layer by layer, and create peaks and mountains. Between these peaks, there is a strong and powerful water flowing downward. Although it is hindered by layers of peaks and mountains on the way down, it cannot stop the momentum of the water flowing downward.

The water flowed through layers of barriers, splashing countless water splashes on the rocks and hillsides, but it eventually formed an unstoppable torrent, falling into the mountains and rivers under the picture, and finally circulating into the distant sea.

It took only an hour from the beginning of the painting to the final completion of the painting. Zuo Yuqiu completed the last stroke, took back the wolf's hair, looked at the painting carefully, and showed a relatively satisfied smile on his face.

He glanced at his daughter beside the desk and said with a smile:

"Xiaoxiao, you can also see, how about this painting?"

When Zuo Yuque was painting, Zuo Xiaoxiao kept standing beside the desk and pondering ink for his father.

She wore a plain white silk cheongsam today, and the collar and cuffs of the cheongsam were embroidered with blue and white patterns. Although her thin body could not support the curve of the cheongsam, her long and elegant hair scattered behind her was elegant and delicate, and her beautiful and refined little face made her uniquely indifferent and outspoken temperament.

Perhaps because her father, whom she has been beloved since childhood, returned to her side, Zuo Xiaoxiao's eyes were not as sad as before, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. At this time, she was showing two white arms that were as delicate and white as a spring onion tube, holding the inkstone and square ink, carefully grinding the ink in her hand.

Ink is not just black when used in Chinese painting, but adds different moisture to the ink according to the different needs of the painting style and content to produce different ink colors. Only after the painter's distribution and processing can the picture with rich layering and detailed effects be created.

For example, in this painting, there are mountains, rocks, water flow, light and dark changes, and grass and pedestrians. With so many elements, the requirements for ink color are more complicated. However, Zuo Xiaoxiao has been with her father's desk since she was a child, and has mastered the skills of grinding ink since she was a child. As long as her father started writing, she would know what kind of ink color would be needed next. With the help of this daughter who is in tune with her, Zuo Yuqiu was also very skilled in creating.

It is also because of this that Zuo Yuqiu, who is famous in the domestic calligraphy and painting circles, seeks his daughter's opinions from time to time while creating. Every time Zuo Xiaoxiao's reply is given, it can be said to the point, which makes Zuo Yuqiu feel like a soulmate.

Today is no exception. Zuo Xiaoxiao stopped the inkstone in her hand, looked at her father's painting with her head sideways, and said softly:

"Father, your painting has a high character, the ink color is simple but not lacking in layering, the brushwork is green but not graceful, and the brushwork is free to be retracted and relaxed. The natural hills and mountains in the painting are clear and moist, and the forests are elegant; the distant shore is clear and beautiful, and the beautiful but not popular. The grass, trees, mountains and rocks are ancient and harmonious, and there is a rare natural and real interest. I think this painting should be among the top five of your life paintings."

Zuo Yuqiu listened to his daughter's interpretation, and he looked very satisfied. It was obvious that his daughter's words met his creative philosophy, which made him very pleased.

Zuo Xiaoxiao stared at the rice paper, and said hesitantly:

"However, this painting is missing a little."

Zuo Yuqiu had no displeasure to his daughter's shortcomings, and he asked:

"What are the shortcomings, please tell me."

Zuo Xiaoxiao looked at her father's eyes and was sure he didn't mind. Then she said slowly:

"Zhuangzi said: "The great affection of things is always... It is said that hiding boats in valleys and mountains in marsh is solid. This painting depicts all the scenery of mountains and rivers, but there are few characters in the composition, which feels too natural and inhumane. Only then does the daughter feel a little regretful."

Zuo Yuqiu nodded slightly, reached out and handed the pen handle of the wolf hair to his daughter, and said with a smile:

"It's well said and it's true. Since you've seen this, it's better for you to make up for this lack of favor, how about?"

Zuo Xiaoxiao looked at her father and said unconfidently:

"Father, can I?"

Zuo Yu asked proudly:

"Of course it's OK, my Zuo's daughter."

Zuo Xiaoxiao didn't say anything anymore. She took Zuo Yuqiu's wolf hair, stood in front of the finished painting, focused for half a minute, then lifted up her slender white wrist and gently put down her pen.

Zuo Yuqiu stood aside and admired her daughter's brush with a proud look. Her every move was in compliance with the norm, her eyes, posture and wrists were all very well-equipped, and obviously she had put a lot of effort into Chinese painting.

Of course, this is not surprising, because Zuo Xiaoxiao grew up in this literary and artistic family since childhood, and her father is one of the few masters of Chinese painting in China. It is normal for children who grew up in this cultural atmosphere to have their current foundation.

Zuo Xiaoxiao just took a few strokes and filled two pedestrians with their backs to the picture under the mountain waterfall. Although it was just plain and had no faces, the two of them had different standing postures and personalities, and looked lifelike.

Zuo Yuqiu nodded secretly. Zuo Xiaoxiao's strokes were not only exquisite in writing, but also had a precise composition, with his own style. After these two pedestrians filled in, the whole picture became alive, making the mountains, rivers and waterfalls even more majestic.

This child is becoming more and more spiritual.

"Father, my daughter is ugly."

Zuo Xiaoxiao put the wolf's hair back on the pen holder, and said to Lanyan.

"No, you are the finishing touch, this painting has your credit."

Zuo Yuqiu was very happy to see his daughter's performance.

After leaving the signature on the far left side of the rice paper, he first picked up his daughter's seal and stamped it on it, and then printed his own seal.

"Thank you, father."

Even Zuo Xiaoxiao, who has always been quiet and cold, showed a rare smile of surprise on her face.

You should know that Zuo Yuqiu has rarely written and created works in recent years, and Chinese paintings signed by him are also highly respected in the art market. As his daughter, Zuo Xiaoxiao can actually sign this painting together, which shows that her father is so sure of her.

Zuo Yuque smiled, he patted his daughter on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Xiaoxiao, do you know what story is behind this painting?"

Zuo Xiaoxiao looked at her father's paintings carefully, thought about it carefully, shook her head and said:

"My daughter is dull and can't tell."

Zuo Yuqiu lighted the waterfall flowing down the rice paper with his hands and said slowly:

"In the middle and late Tang Dynasty, the town was divided and the eunuchs were tyrannical. The emperor often died in vain. At that time, there was a prince named Li Chen who ranked very low among the princes. He always pretended to be stupid. No one thought he would be the emperor at that time. However, after the prince in front died almost, the eunuchs who controlled the government thought that Li Chen was easy to control, so they pushed him to the throne. As a result, Li Chen was neither dumb nor stupid, and was also very wise. Not only did he punish the eunuchs, weaken the town, and became the lord of the revival of the Tang Dynasty, and later called him Emperor Xuanzong of Tang."

Zuo Yuqiu's finger moved to the character painted by Zuo Xiaoxiao and continued:

"When Li Chen was pretending to be stupid, he once hid in the mountains and forests for monks. He wrote a poem for the Lushan Waterfall. This is how this poem is read."

Zuo Yuqiu raised his voice and said:

"Thousands of rocks and valleys are unwilling to work hard, and you can see that the source is high only when you look from afar.

How can the stream be kept? The sea will eventually become waves."

His voice was low and thick. When these four lines of poetry were read from him, there was a momentum like rocks passing through the clouds and stormy waves.

Zuo Xiaoxiao listened to her father's explanation intently. She nodded and said in admiration:

"Father, your painting is like this poem. It expresses your aspirations through objects and has a feeling of not being lonely and thinking about doing things."

Zuo Yuqiu nodded slowly, and said with a deep meaning:

"Xiaoxiao, you have been pretending to be deaf and dumb these years, and you are no less than this Li Chen."

Zuo Xiaoxiao's delicate body trembled, and her little face showed uncontrollable sorrow, as if the words of her father had touched the piles of inner tides.

Since Ren Pingsheng left without saying goodbye at the concert in Yanjing at the end of last year.

Zuo Xiaoxiao completely closed her body and mind. No matter how her mother Yang Baichen tried every possible way or how much Wang Guangyu, the third son of the Wang family, pursued and fought hard, she was as deaf and dumb as a piece of wood and stone, without giving any response, nor did she contact the outside world. In addition to reading books, she practiced writing and painting one by one.

Yang Baichen saw the autistic behavior of his daughter and kept it in his heart. He tried to change his daughter every day, but Zuo Yuqiu ignored it from beginning to end. He never asked about his daughter, nor blamed him, and treated his daughter as if nothing had happened.

In fact, Zuo Yuqiu knows everything. His daughter has been keen and sentimental since childhood. What she encountered this time was emotional. It was impossible for her to get out of it with the pressure from the outside world. Only when she figured it out and figured it out, she could suddenly become enlightened.

So Zuo Yuqiu always let his daughter go, giving her free space and time, so that she can learn to heal herself.

To this day, Zuo Yuqiu took advantage of the opportunity of this painting to express his expectations for his daughter.

Looking at her daughter who had lost more than ten pounds in the past six months, Zuo Yu stroked her pointed chin with courtship and said softly:

"A trickle of water will eventually return to the sea. My good daughter, when will you get out of thousands of rocks and valleys?"

Mingrui Zuo Xiaoxiao could naturally see his father's intentions, and the sincere love in this painting and the poem also moved Zuo Xiaoxiao very much.

Looking back on her stubbornness this year, Zuo Xiaoxiao also felt that her behavior was a bit too much. And just recently, she learned about that person, which made her originally silent heart turmoil again.

At this moment, Zuo Xiaoxiao could no longer suppress her emotions. She put down all her reserve and stubbornness in the past, threw herself into her father's generous embrace, and said in a trembling voice:

"Father, I want to start over."

Zuo Yuque burst into tears. He gently stroked his daughter's soft hair and said in a deep voice:

"Good kid, Hanhai Drama Academy and Hanhai University both have art departments. Whether you want to continue your studies or teach, your father can help you."

Zuo Xiaoxiao hugged her father's waist, as if she had returned to her childhood. She nodded obediently and said softly:

"Father, I'm still willing to go back to Hanhai University."

Zuo Yu touched his daughter's delicate face with mercy and said aloud:

"No problem, I, Zuo's daughter, are more than enough to teach them."

Zuo Xiaoxiao looked at her father's heroic appearance and felt that her father was a few years younger.

Zuo Xiaoxiao smiled, like a valley orchid finally blooming in a flower stamen, and she finally smiled with a truly joyful smile from the bottom of her heart.

And the shadow of that person also appeared in front of her.
Chapter completed!