But the BOSS spoils me too much

Su Wanning is like a shining asteroid, always surprising people unexpectedly.

Huo Siye had only her shadow in his eyes, and he didn't even realize that he could keep his eyes on a woman so intently.

"Girl, did you just say that you studied Chinese painting?" Mr. Fang stood under the stage and looked at Su Wanning, his wise eyes looked at Su Wanning with some approval.

He has high attainments in art, and his pursuit of art is strict but also free. All the inspirations he creates are not perfect to the extreme, but perfection with flaws is what he pursues.

Nothing in this world is perfect, and the sense of accomplishment is even higher if you can turn flaws into perfect works of art.

But no one has ever been able to see the flaws in his paintings, everyone in the world praises and flatters him, and no one dares to criticize him, just because he is an old senior.

"Yes, I love ink painting more than oil painting, because my mother was born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, my grandmother was an embroiderer, and my grandfather was a calligrapher. Influenced by my grandpa and grandma, I love calligraphy and love majestic ink painting."

As for why she copied so many master's paintings, she just wanted to get in touch with them more. That's why Su Meiyun didn't hesitate to take those paintings of hers to participate in the charity sale, because Chinese ink paintings were her favorite, and those were just Just practice.

"I can observe so far in copying, I wonder if Ms. Su can show her face on the spot, so that we can open our eyes?" Fang Lao heard that he is the inheritor of traditional Chinese painting, and the admiration in his eyes was even stronger. He looked at Su Wanning very expectantly, like It's like seeing a bosom friend, and I want to appreciate it urgently.

"Mr. Fang is too much. I just learned a little bit about how I dare to play an ax in front of Gewai. I heard that Mrs. Yun is attending such a grand dinner again after many years, so I will write a poem for Mrs. Yun, Give it to the old lady, thank you for setting a good example for our younger generations." Su Wanning looked at old lady Yun and said.

Mrs. Yun didn't expect her to be so modest, she smiled softly, and then nodded: "Okay, it just so happens that Mrs. Fang gave me a good set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones today. It's also fate." My best friend, I just met Mr. Fang today and gave him a rare good inkstone and ink as a gift.

Mrs. Yun then ordered someone to carry up a table, fetch that set of treasures, and study ink for Su Wanning herself.

This simply flattered Su Wanning.

Su Wanning took a deep breath and tried her best to adjust the pressure in her heart.

It was the first time to inscribe poems and write calligraphy on such a grand occasion. Su Wanning's hand holding the brush trembled slightly.

"Children, don't be nervous, don't be stressed, just be in the same state as usual practice, and don't care too much about external factors."

Su Wanning glanced at Mrs. Yun and nodded. Even so, she can't make any mistakes. Not only that, she also has to perform supernormally. A performance without strength is a clown. She must be steady.

She looked at the eyes with different expressions in front of the stage, and Su Wanning's forehead was covered with sweat. When she looked back, she saw Huo Siye was also watching her seriously, as if she had confidence in her heart.

What Su Wanning wrote is a poem that praises orchids for their coolness and arrogance.

On the top of Qianshan Mountain, the deep cracks in the tor rocks are wonderful and thick.

There are clouds floating under our feet, and we don't know each other when we come and don't know whether to stay or not.

Unavoidably, there was some pressure in her heart. When Su Wanning wrote the pen, she was obviously still a slim girl, but when she wrote the inscription, she had a fresh temperament that was pure and proud, proud of the world.

The white beam of light hit her, her little face suddenly became serious, and then she swiped the pen and landed on the rice paper.

Huo Siye had read her profile, and only knew that she loved art and painting, but he didn't expect it to be ink painting.

This kind of Su Wanning is not at all like the little white rabbit who was afraid of everything when she first saw her. She has a calm temperament and exudes a radiant charm all over her body. She is so beautiful that people can't move their eyes away.

Huo Siye was really impressed.

So how many sides does this little thing have that he doesn't know?
In about 10 minutes, a pair of calligraphy and painting was released.

On the screen is the live broadcast of Su Wanning's painting stroke by stroke. The brush calligraphy she wrote is dense and dense, and the white is clever. It contains a very rich and well-organized beauty within the size. The bones are delicate, each font has a different posture, and it can turn freely.

After writing the words, I also drew an orchid.

Her orchids are delicate and elegant, and the orchids she painted are full of vitality between the orchids and the crevices of the cliffs and rocks, with the style of a famous artist.

Who would have thought that in just 10 minutes, an astonishing work would be released like this.

Those who don't know calligraphy and painting can still see the stunning beauty of Su Wanning's calligraphy and painting from the screen projected on the big screen.

The majestic atmosphere contains delicate elegance, but at such a young age, he has such a high understanding of calligraphy and ink painting.

Elder Fang ran directly onto the stage and stood in front of the calligraphy and painting to admire them.

The orchid painting is based on reality, and the details are well portrayed. The orchids painted are not only accurate in shape, but also can draw the charm of orchids. The combination of ink and light has a three-dimensional effect.

Not to mention calligraphy.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Fang Lao praised directly as if seeing a baby.

Even Mrs. Yun thinks this girl is amazing.

"It seems that I have gained the most today, Mr. Fang, you can't steal it from me. This is for me." Mrs. Yun first stopped Mr. Fang from wanting to treasure it.

Su Wanning couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief seeing Mr. Fang react so strongly. It seems that today's difficulty is over.

Fortunately, she has studied hard with her grandfather since she was a child, and she is also very interested in traditional calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, so she has been learning from her grandfather all the time. These things seem to be fused in her blood.

"I heard that Mrs. Yun's name is Lan Lan, so I drew an orchid at the end. The orchid is noble and elegant, which fits your temperament very well." Su Wanning explained.

"I have a heart." Mrs. Yun liked it very much.

"Mrs. Yun, can you give me this pair of calligraphy and painting? How about I give you two sets of pens and inks that I have kept privately tomorrow." He was amazed at the calligraphy and painting.

Mr. Fang's rigid and stern aura seemed to have turned into a fan. If he hadn't been older, he would have been no different from a fan in the fan circle.

The peripherals of idols are absolutely must be collected!

"This was given to me, and I painted an orchid. Don't be shameless and try to win people's love. As long as you like to treasure, others can't treasure anything. Take your hand away and don't touch my painting." Mrs. Yun stepped forward and knocked off Mr. Fang's hand that was about to get the rice paper.

With a protective look on his face.