Double-faced Shaodong: Doting Mango's Fiancée

"My grandpa likes plum blossoms." Ling Yahe went to Elder Ling and laughed, "If you are really Qingyunchuxiu, you can send the plum blossoms to my grandpa if you are a fake Qingyunchuxiu, and you can send the plum blossoms to me if you draw plum blossoms." Send me off, how about it?"

"Not good?" Su Mang rolled his eyes at him, "How come you are the one who got the cheapest in the end?"

"Because I serve you and grind it for you!" Ling Yahe walked to Su Mang with a smile, and while laying paper and grinding it attentively, he watched her laugh, "I really hope that you are not Qingyun Chuxiu, Then this painting can belong to me, what does it matter if it is clear and cloudy? Aren’t they all people? As long as it is drawn with sincerity, no matter who draws it, it is a priceless treasure!"

At this time, the venue was completely silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Su Mang. Everyone heard Ling Yahe's words clearly.

Su Mang's heart warmed, and she smiled at Ling Yahe, signaling him to be at ease.

She knew that Ling Yahe was worried about her, worried that if she didn't come out of Qingyun, she would make a fool of herself later, so she paved the steps for her in advance.

She can imagine that if Elder Ling announces that she is not Qingyun Chuxiu later, Ling Yahe will definitely try his best to confuse this matter by making jokes, so as not to embarrass her a bit.

His intention is also a priceless treasure!

However, his worry is unnecessary!

Although it is difficult for people to believe that she is Qingyun Chuxiu at her age, but that is an unchangeable fact. True gold is not afraid of fire, and she is not afraid of Su Mang either!

She smiled lightly and dipped the pen into the ink. It wasn't long before all kinds of plum blossoms appeared vividly on the paper.

Blooming, ready to bloom, fluttering in the wind, and graceful postures, the blossoming is naturally clean, the branches are ethereal and elegant, some are clearly visible, and some seem to be hidden in a layer of mist, becoming more and more ethereal and lifelike Even people who don't know how to paint seem to feel the fragrance of Yingxue Hanmei blowing in the wind...

Su Mang put down his pen and smiled lightly. All the guests praised one after another. Some elders who knew calligraphy and painting came over and pushed Su Mang who was painting aside to comment on the calligraphy and painting.

"Are you really Qingyun Chuxiu?" Ling Yahe, who was also squeezed into the ordinary place, leaned into Su Mang's ear and asked in disbelief.

"Qingyun Chuxiu is not a celebrity, why should I pretend to be her?"

"Please! Is Qingyun Chuxiu not a celebrity? My grandfather is a fan of Qingyun Chuxiu's painting. Do you know what price she got for a pair of Misty Rain Jiangnan? Over ten million! Susu..." Ling Yahe stared Looking at Su Mang, she looked like she was about to drool, "Susu, Susu! Don't do anything for the rest of your life, just paint at home. A few strokes are worth 1000 million, ahhhh!"

Su Mang rolled his eyes at him, "Do you know why Qingyun Chuxiu's paintings are so valuable?"

"Why?" Ling Yahe humbly asked for advice.

"Because she doesn't paint very much! You should understand the truth that rare things are more valuable, right? If I paint at home every day, my paintings will become waste paper one day. What's more, as I just said, I paint according to my interest." When the interest comes, the painting will have life, but if there is no interest, just painting for the sake of painting, the painting will lose its aura, and there will be nothing special about it!"

"Miss Su, come here."

Ling Yahe wanted to say something else, but Ling Lao was calling Su Mang over there, so he had to shut up.