Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

The portrait of a man Jiang Manxue mentioned, Fu Qingye knew who he was talking about without explaining it clearly.

His eyes dimmed, and when Jiang Manxue cast his gaze, they returned to normal.

"You wait." Qian Liren didn't say he believed it, nor did he say he didn't believe it.

He dialed the phone directly, explained a few words, and then hung up.

When he looked at Jiang Manxue again, Qian Liren's eyes showed a little more scrutiny.

"Since you have this verification method from the beginning, why didn't you say it earlier?" Qian Liren asked her seriously.

"Because..." Jiang Manxue's voice paused, and then, under Qian Liren's questioning gaze, she raised her right hand, "Because, during these few years, I can no longer draw with my right hand." painted."

Jiang Manxue said so, and looked at Fu Qingye involuntarily.

"My hand was injured and I could no longer hold a paintbrush. In the intervening years, I actually never painted."

When Qian Liren heard her say this, he was even more puzzled: "Then your hands are better now? How can you draw again?"

"Because someone told me that I have more than my right hand. In addition to my right hand, I also have a left hand and a brain." When Jiang Manxue said this, she couldn't help but think of Fu Qingye's expression when she said this. The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

And Fu Qingye obviously thought that they had a dispute because of this incident at the beginning, and the expression they looked at Jiang Manxue couldn't help but softened even more.

When Qian Liren heard what Jiang Manxue said, he couldn't help staring at her hands for a while.

"You mean, you are painting with your left hand now?" Qian Liren was silent for a moment, then continued to ask: "How long have you been painting with your left hand?"

Jiang Manxue answered frankly: "Less than a year."

"Impossible." Qian Liren said coldly.

In less than a year, I can still draw to this extent with my left hand.Unless Jiang Manxue is a genius.

Jiang Manxue knew that no matter how she explained, Qian Liren would always have doubts in her heart.She didn't say much, and said directly: "If you don't believe me, I can draw it for you right now."

Qian Liren also had this idea.

He really wanted to see if the kid was just talking nonsense, or if he really had the ability.

If what she said is true, then she has not only been deceived by others all these years, but also lost such a bright pearl.

Qian Liren didn't hesitate too much, and directly tore a piece of paper from the hotel's notepad, and then threw the pencil next to it to Jiang Manxue: "You can draw a small portrait."

Small portrait size seems to be a very simple requirement, but Jiang Manxue knows in her heart that it is actually very difficult.

Qian Liren didn't say how long it would take to finish the painting, but only one pen was enough to show that she would not be given the chance and time to revise.

This is not only a test of her painting skills, but also of observing composition and grasping.

To put it bluntly, almost all the basic skills have been tested.

Jiang Manxue took a deep breath, this was indeed like an exam for her.And she must go all out to make this exam perfect.

Thinking of this, Jiang Manxue picked up the pencil directly with her left hand.

However, just as the tip of her pen landed on the paper, Master Qian suddenly spoke.

"Wait." Master Qian stopped Jiang Manxue, looked her up and down, and then said his request, "I can't draw him."

Master Qian pointed at Fu Qingye, explaining his request clearly.

Jiang Manxue was slightly taken aback.She looked at Fu Qingye, then at Master Qian, and nodded.

If you can't draw Fu Qingye, you can't draw yourself in the mirror, so there is only one person in the room who can draw.

In fact, this requirement is within a reasonable range.After all, it's normal for Master Qian to be worried. Who knows how long Jiang Manxue has been with Fu Qingye, and how many times he has drawn portraits of him?

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Manxue couldn't help suppressing a slight smile from the corner of her lips.

In fact, she really wanted to draw Fu Qingye just now. After all, compared to Master Qian, she was more familiar with Fu Qingye, and she didn't even need to waste time to observe carefully to draw him lifelike.

But now, Jiang Manxue stopped her actions, raised her head and looked at Master Qian seriously.

Probably watched him intently for about 10 minutes.

During this period, Master Qian also let Jiang Manxue watch carefully, not moving at all.

His gaze was calm, and he looked at Jiang Manxue's realization very frankly, without covering it up at all.

The two watched each other for more than ten minutes, and finally ended the mutual viewing by looking at each other.

After that, Jiang Manxue moved.

She held the pencil again, wrote without hesitation, and swished her wrist on the small note.

During this period, she never raised her head again.She just stared at her sticky note seriously.As if where to start writing, and how to describe which one, has been firmly imprinted in her mind.

Her actions finally aroused Master Qian's approval.

The moment Jiang Manxue picked up the pen and put it down, he had been paying attention to her movements and the painting in her hand.

Seeing the little portrait gradually formed on the sticky note, Master Qian's mood became more and more heavy and complicated.

The heaviness was because he realized that he had been deceived for so many years, and what a treasured student he had missed.It is complicated because, after such a situation, the child's mind is still so stable.

Master Qian looked at Jiang Manxue and became more and more kind.

Jiang Manxue didn't know how long she had been painting.

Once she is involved in the creation, it is difficult to get out, unless she stops by herself, otherwise she can absolutely isolate all external sounds.

When she finished the last stroke and raised her head, she saw Master Qian looking at her heavily.

Jiang Manxue was still a little shy and nervous, just like a student who was handing in homework for the first time and waiting for the teacher's comment, nervous and excited.

"Master Qian, please, please take a look."

Jiang Manxue handed over the small portrait in her hand.

Master Qian took it over, looked down for a while, and then asked, "Why didn't you send that painting to me?"

He didn't comment on how well Jiang Manxue drew.

However, his performance and expression were enough to show that he believed Jiang Manxue's words.

Jiang Manxue's eyes turned red.

She seldom shed tears for what happened back then, but this time it was entirely because she couldn't help it.

Therefore, Jiang Manxue turned her head silently, concealed her red eye sockets, swallowed the tears that were already filling her eyes, and said in a low voice: "I had an accident back then, and my hand was broken, so I also I didn't have the heart to hand in my homework to participate in the teacher's selection. Later, when I remembered, Tong Tong... Gu Yitong has already told me that she is your student."

Jiang Manxue finished what happened back then in just a few words.

But the bitterness in it must not be known to anyone except herself.

Therefore, Master Qian sighed, and sincerely apologized to Jiang Manxue: "It was because of my lax inspection back then that I made such a mistake, and I should apologize to you."