Chapter 268

At the moment when everyone was disgusted by Cui Yongjun and helpless, someone in the painting and Calligraphy Association suddenly proposed that there were many ancient techniques in Yuan Wanxia's paintings, which were both sudden and mysterious?

Maybe he should know these lost painting skills?

It was only then that we remembered the man who had been in late Xia. Speaking of him, we all felt very strange that the price of his paintings had gone up too fast, and he himself was too low-key.

So far, everyone knows nothing about it except his paintings and the name yuanwanxia.

So the president can only find Professor Zhang to see if he can help contact yuan Wanxia. Although at their age, they don't care about fame, it's still very frustrating to be scolded by the calligraphy and painting circles of the cold kingdom.

When Professor Zhang called the manor, Xia Wanyuan was reading on the swing. After listening to Professor Zhang's story, Xia Wanyuan was also angry.

"That's for you. Xiao Xia, that wrong light painting method has been lost for a long time. I don't know where Cui Yongjun learned his skill." Professor Zhang, who has always been easygoing, is a bit jealous when it comes to Cui Yongjun.

"It's OK. I'll do that. Don't worry. I'll send it to you tomorrow." Xia Wanyuan was surprised that Professor Zhang was so anxious to find her. After listening to Professor Zhang, Xia Wanyuan calmed down.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Wanyuan searched Cui Yongjun's painting on the Internet. Seeing the painting by the so-called master Han Guo, Xia Wanyuan was surprised.

Can this kind of painting be famous??

This painting was put in the eyes of her teacher in the previous life. It would pollute the stove even if it was used to make a fire.

As for the "wrong light" painting method, Xia Wanyuan thought it was very simple. In her previous life, it could only be regarded as a basic painting skill. She didn't know how to get to modern times, but this kind of skill was praised like this.

Now that he has agreed with Professor Zhang, Xia Wanyuan immediately goes to see Uncle Wang and asks him to prepare ink, paper and inkstone.

Since it's a painting to be shown to netizens of the two countries, Xia Wanyuan's painting should be more detailed this time. It took four hours to finish a painting. When he looked up again, it was already dark.

Junshiling strides into the main building. Before he opens his mouth, Uncle Wang has skillfully pointed out the way to him. "Madam is drawing in the study."

When junshiling came to the door of his study, he smelled a faint smell of ink.

Xia Wanyuan seems to have finished painting. There is a large amount of rice paper full of ink on the desk. Xia Wanyuan is sitting on one side.

"How do you remember to draw today?" Junshiling went to have a look, and his eyes showed the light of admiration, "good painting."

"Help Professor Zhang a little favor," Xia Wanyuan pinched the temple, continuously concentrated on painting for four hours, Xia Wanyuan at this time cervical spine and arm are a little sour.

Junshiling took off his suit coat and walked behind Xia Wanyuan. Naturally, he pinched Xia Wanyuan's shoulder,

"Hard work." Jun Shiling's voice fell to his ears, which made Xia Wanyuan feel stunned for a moment.

In her previous life, she painted so many paintings, including scolding her poor teachers, praising her progress friends, and proud parents and relatives.

But junshiling was the first one who thought she would work hard.

Junshiling's hand strength was very good. After a while, Xia Wanyuan felt that his soreness was much better,

"OK," Xia Wanyuan stopped Jun Shiling from massaging her. He stood up and pointed to the chair beside him. "You sit here."

Junshiling didn't know what Xia Wanyuan wanted to do, but he sat down with her.

The pressure from the shoulder made Jun Shiling feel soft, and the warmth in his eyes almost overflowed.

When Xia Wanyuan had just begun, junshiling stood up,

"What's the matter?"

"Well, I'm not tired. It must be very hard for you to draw for so long. Have a rest and get ready for dinner."

"All right." Xia Wanyuan nodded. There was a movement downstairs. He thought that Xiaobao had come back. Xia Wanyuan got up and went downstairs.

Looking at Xia Wanyuan's back, Jun Shiling's eyes are full of tenderness, like a big net, which covers Xia Wanyuan's whole life.

How could she be so good? Well, he thought that if he didn't have her in the future, the whole world would have no glory.

Today's table, Jun Shiling as usual to help Xia Wanyuan with food, Xiaobao is very active.

"Wow, Mommy, Dad's giving you meat. Dad's very kind to you!"

"Wow, dad has brought shrimp to mummy. Dad really cares about mummy!"

"Daddy poured water for Mommy! Dad is so considerate

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Xia Wanyuan didn't think it was anything. He was shocked by Xiaobao, and he was a little embarrassed.

Junshiling takes a look at Xiaobao. Xiaobao looks at junshiling with big eyes and looks forward to it. It's full of favors. Dad, how wonderful I am! I have been praising you, you must come on and help me have a sister as soon as possible!

"Eat well." But junshiling replied mercilessly.

"Oh." Xiaobao, who has not been praised, is not happy.

"Daddy, Mommy wants to lose weight. Why do you give her so much meat?"

"Daddy, mommy likes milk. Why do you pour her warm water?"

"Dad, you..."

Xiaobao's mouth, while chewing his favorite ribs, can also separate space to pick all kinds of Jun Shiling thorn.

Jun Shiling's hand with chopsticks was tight, and he felt an impulse to beat the miniature version of himself.

Xia Wanyuan is smiling on one side. Junshiling takes a look at Xia Wanyuan who is gloating. He puts a chopstick of pork ribs in Xia Wanyuan's bowl and turns to Xiaobao,

"Lose what fat, the body does not raise a bit better, how to give you a beautiful lovely sister."

Xiao Bao's eyes suddenly become round. What my father said is reasonable!!!

Xiaobao immediately learned from junshiling and put a piece of meat in Xia Wanyuan's bowl, "Mommy, you eat more!"!!! Come on

Xia Wanyuan, who was still gloating, became the focus of the conflict. Xia Wanyuan looked at junshiling sitting in front of him,

Her eyes were full of the amorous feelings and charming that she didn't realize at all, and her breath stopped in a moment.

After a day's work, no one came out from China, and the cold country was full of confidence. The words became more arrogant,

"It seems that China has no name at all. It's a country with an ancient civilization and a long history. No one knows how to make a small mistake. It's ridiculous."