"Master Xu, I know the rules here. You only accept two orders a day. Since you have refused me, you must have taken on two businesses today."

Song Xixi's smile deepened twice, "Master Xu, I came to find you from Sichuan City. Do you think you can be more comfortable and help me?"

Seeing that Master Xu was about to refuse without hesitation, she stopped him, "Master Xu, tomorrow will be my grandfather's 75th birthday. I personally drew a picture of "Pine Crane New Year" for him. I heard that Master Xu has a great skill in frameing, so I came from Sichuan City to ask you for help."

"Although he is not my grandfather, he treats me very well on weekdays and treats me like a granddaughter. As the saying goes, life is rare in seventy years. To put it bluntly, at this age, one day of life is less than one day. I have no relatives in this world. I hope to be filial to him. Master Xu, please break the example and help me?"

As he spoke, Song Xixi's eyes turned red.

Song Xixi was slender, and she looked very weak at first glance. She was like pear blossoms and rain when tears came out of her eyes. I felt pity for her. No matter how hard she was, she felt a little embarrassed.

If it were normal times, he would have closed the door with a "slam". He would have no time to listen to her nonsense.

But facing her, a cute little girl with tears in her eyes, Master Xu was not too rude and asked: "You just said you came from Chuancheng? I remember there is also a mounting master in Chuancheng, why did you come here specifically?"

Song Xixi took out the "Songhe New Year" from her backpack and explained: "Because most of the people in Chuancheng are framed by machines, my painting is a silk painting, and the effect of machine frame is definitely not as good as manual frame. He is my grandfather, and I want to give him the best!"

Master Xu took the silk painting from Song Xixi's hand, opened it and looked carefully for a while, his eyes lit up one by one, and his tone was quite surprised, "Is this "Pine and Crane New Year" really painted by you?"

Song Xixi nodded, "Yes. Her painting skills are not good, so Master Xu, you are laughing."

"No, no, you are too modest! You have such painting skills at a young age, which is amazing!" Master Xu's eyes turned into surprise!

"Master Xu, can you see if I'm coming all the way..."

Before Song Xixi could finish her words, Master Xu rolled up the silk painting in his hand and returned it to her, refusing to say, "Little girl, it's not that I don't want to help you..."

He leaned his body and pointed to a square table in the corner of the house, "Look, the paintings that were scheduled to be framed for next month."

Song Xixi looked along the direction of his finger and saw the scrolls on the square table piled up like mountains. At the speed of Master Xu's daily mounting of two paintings, he would have to line up until next month.

Master Xu said again: "Miss, you know the rules here, you only have two paintings installed a day. To avoid wasting time, you should look for another skill."

Song Xixi reached out to block the door that Master Xu was about to close. "To outsiders, Master Xu may just be a craftsman, but in my opinion, you are a person who loves painting and knows how to draw. I believe, Master Xu, you won't bear to see my painting ruined on the machine frame."

Master Xu was stunned.

Do you love painting and know how to draw? Master Xu’s smile on the corner of his mouth is a little bitter.

As she said, in the eyes of others, he is just a well-skilled framer, and few people say that he loves to draw and knows how to draw.

Some people once said that he loved to draw and knew how to draw, but unfortunately that person had passed away.

Song Xixi continued: "Rules are dead, and people live. I believe that Master Xu is not the kind of pedantic and rigid person."

Master Xu smiled and looked at Song Xixi with all his eyes, his eyes as sharp as an arrow, "Little girl, rules are indeed dead, but what are you trying to convince me to make an exception for you?"

"Master Xu, let me make a painting for you. If you feel satisfied, I will make an exception to frame me today." Song Xixi paused a little, "If my paintings cannot satisfy you, I will leave immediately and I will never say another word."

Song Xixi's eyes were shiny, which was a kind of confident and decent self-confidence.

Master Xu was attracted by interest and smiled, "Miss, although you have good painting skills, I have always been picky. Your painting may not be able to see me, so I am satisfied with making an exception for you."

"Then let's wait and see!" Song Xixi smiled, "Can you borrow Master Xu's paper and ink?"

Master Xu made a call in.

Song Xixi spread rice paper on the desk table, grinding ink while concentrating her mind, and then writing and writing.

I saw that Song Xixi's writing seemed casual, but in fact she did not hesitate. On the contrary, she wrote with great energy and strength, and she actually pressed her body and almost stopped, and passed by in one stroke.

After about twenty minutes of touching, strange stones stood up, wind and bamboo poles appeared on the rice paper with a chic and swaying charm.

Song Xixi slowly put down her brush, raised her eyes and looked at Master Xu, and asked with a smile: "I wonder if this "Wind and Bamboo Picture" can satisfy Master Xu?"

She turned around and pointed to the sandalwood frame on the wall behind her, "Since the plum, Lan, and chrysanthemums have gathered together, how can they lose bamboo?"

The four sandalwood frames on the wall are arranged side by side, and the sandalwood frames are inlaid with "Red Plum", "Golden Chrysanthemum" and "Bai Lan", while the last sandalwood frame is empty.

Master Xu lowered his head and stared at Song Xixi's "Wind and Bamboo Picture". The bamboo branches were strong and the bamboo leaves swayed continuously in the wind, but the bamboo pole was straight and unyielding.

Her "Wind and Bamboo Picture" is vigorous and free and easy, and is not disappointed, which is quite similar to the style of his old friend.

Master Xu turned around and looked at the empty sandalwood frame, his tone was both emotional and excited, "He and I met by chance a few years ago, and we met too late. Every year on my birthday, he would draw a picture for me, "Red Plum", "Golden Chrysanthemum" and "Bai Lan" were given by him... Who knew that he suddenly died in a car accident two years ago."

Speaking of his old friend, Master Xu looked dim, "He suddenly left, and "Wind and Bamboo Picture" became my regret. I thought I would never be able to make up for this regret in my life. I didn't expect..."

"Little girl, I'm very satisfied with your "Wind and Bamboo Picture".

Song Xixi immediately smiled, "Then Master Xu, do you mean, are you willing to make an exception for me today?"

"Yes." Master Xu nodded, "But I can't break my trust. I have to frame the two paintings for today first."

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Night gradually descends and lights are on.

Ji Xu followed Sheng Yanyi out of the Sheng Group Building, raised his eyes and saw the dark clouds in the sky, and the storm was about to come.

"It seems that it's going to rain, and the weather forecast doesn't say it's raining today." Ji Xu complained: "This weather is like a menopausal woman, and she will turn against you if you say you're going to be."

Sheng Yanyi pursed her lips and kept her mouth shut and got into the car.

Ji Xu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at Sheng Yanyi, who was sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He didn't know who he called. The other party hadn't answered, and his face instantly collapsed.

"Looking at the sky, it's a heavy rain. Mr. Sheng, I'll take you back to the Carnival Mansion."

Sheng Yanyi looked at the three words Song Xixi disappearing with the sudden dimming of the screen light, and said with a deep look: "Go back to Sheng's house."

Ji Xu thought he heard it wrong and asked uncertainly: "Go back to Sheng's house?"

Didn’t Mr. Sheng set foot in the Sheng family during festivals?
Chapter completed!