Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Compared to Shen Yaoâs discontinuous strokes and struggles in completing a normal painting, Ye Sangâs painting was enough to make everyone shocked.
The little girlâs black eyes looked at the clean paper and the brush in her hands never stopped. With every turn of her brush, small and delicate phoenix features appeared on the paper vividly under Old Master Yeâs astonished eyes.
It was Ye Sangâs first time copying the artwork that made her grandpa famous.
She bit her pink lips and sweat filled her forehead, but she didnât dare to stop.
Huo Yao, who was ready to beat Old Master Ye, slowly realized that something was wrong.
He looked at the little girl who was concentrating on painting and he was stupefied.
Thatâs his daughter?
Shen Chuchen leaned in and nudged Huo Yao with his arms, asking in surprise, âDidnât you say that she never learned painting before?â
The way that it flowed so smoothly, she never learned it?
Are they bullying him, saying that she never learned painting before?
â...â
Huo Yao blinked in a trance, his calm expressions slowly disappearing.
The man looked at the little girl who was sitting straightly and a smile flashed across his eyes,
âPerhaps itâs because my daughter is a genius.â
Old Master Huo touched his beard and smiled, pleased with her, âMy granddaughter is too smart.â
â...â Ugliness wasnât even enough to describe the Shen familyâs mother and daughterâs faces.
Shen Yao muttered to herself, âWhatâs so amazing about that...â
Isnât she just faster and her lines smoother?
âIf sheâs so good, draw something then!â No matter how deep a six-year-old girlâs thinking is, she could no longer control her fury. Thatâs what she thought when she yelled at Ye Sang.
But as soon as she said it, Old Master Ye hushed her mercilessly,
âShut up!â
The girlâs face immediately turned blood red as she hit her lips, feeling humiliated that she was scolded in front of so many people.
Shen Shanshan didnât care how embarrassed her daughter felt, but she grinded her teeth while staring in Ye Sangâs direction.
This damned girl.
Sheâs always meddling with other peopleâs businesses!!
Her daughter was just about to earn a teacher for herself and she butted in half through.
â...â
Old Master Ye stared at the Ye Sang without blinking, holding his breath when he heard Shen Yaoâs nonstop chattering, afraid that she was going to frighten the little girl.
âThis is...â When a vivid phoenix appeared on the paper, his breathing stopped, and he raised his voice abruptly, staring at Ye Sang firmly.
âWandering Phoenix Coming Home.â The little thing pulled the brush back with a small hooking technique, responding for him softly under everyoneâs astonished gaze.
Shen Yaoâs body swayed slightly and stared at the painting blankly, feeling her face burning furiously.
She always thought that she was a gifted person, whether it was in painting or mathematics.
But this time...
She didnât only fall down hard, even her teacher is getting stolen...
*
Ye Sangâs handwriting was a neat regular script calligraphy. Because she had a grandpa who was the number one in calligraphy, she couldnât help but mimic his handwriting too.
When the brush left the paper, her movements were quick and elegant. People who werenât familiar with her would think that it was a calligrapherâs writing.
âYi ri bu jian xi, si zhi ru kuang.â 1
The little thing gazed at Old Master Ye with her dark eyes and continued reciting the next line,
âFeng fei ao xiang xi, si hai qiu huang.â 1
Old Master Huoâs pupils trembled and looked at his granddaughterâs poem.
He blinked in astonishment and immediately muttered to himself, â...Her body soars lightly like a startled swan, and gracefully, like a dragon in flight.1â
He rarely uses these words to describe someoneâs writing.
The only person who could live up to it was an old master from before.
But he probably passed away already.
Old Master Huo never thought that when his five-year-old granddaughter lifted the brush up, her writing would resemble his writing so strongly.
Huo Chenyu watched silently as the little girlâs eyes lit up as if she was asking for a compliment, even her expression was like a little puppy wagging its tails.
â....â
The young master blinked and smiled lightly, âDid I underestimate you too much?â
He had some knowledge of paintings as the heir of the family.
He thought that the little girl could at most paint a picture of a duck playing in the water.
He didnât expect her to paint a phoenix.
Even...
The boy smiled, âItâs the artwork that made an old master famous.â
But itâs been lost for a long time.
No one knew what that artwork âWandering Phoenix Coming Homeâ looked like.
Although they didnât know if what she said was true or not, her work was enough to shock everyone.
Shen Chuchen watched from the side and silently stared at Huo Yao, whose lips curved up and his eyes were smiling. He suddenly said something.
âOi.â
âIsnât this little girl my daughter?â
Huo Yao immediately stopped smiling.
He glared back coldly, âItâs not even dark yet.â
Meaning: stop dreaming.
Shen Chuchen âtskedâ and replied sloppily, âThe little girl is so smart, doesnât your conscience hurt if you say that she doesnât have my genes?â
âLook at you. Are you sure you can give birth to a little thing thatâs as smart as Sangsang?â Big shot Shen spoke coolly, denying the fact that he was jealous.
Huo Yao humphed carelessly,
âHaving confidence is a good thing.â
*
Shen Yao pinched her palm in embarrassment. It was awkward to leave or stay either way.
And there was no one there to help her out of the situation.
Shen Yanâan silently watched a group of people surrounding the little girl and moved his fingertips slightly.
When he recalled the way Ye Sang stepped in front of him, his calm heart felt different for once.
Sangsang...
The boy pursed his lips together.
Ye Sangsang.
....
At this time, the little thing put down the brush and laid on the table, sighing in relief.
Wuwuwu.
She didnât want to touch a brush ever again in this lifetime.
Reality proved to her that it was too difficult to copy her grandpaâs artwork that made him famous.
Despite learning from him since she was young, she only learned about half of his grace.
But she didnât know that it was more than enough for Old Master Ye.
He dashed forward in excitement and stared at the little thing anxiously, âLittle thing, where did you see this painting?â
âAnd how did you know that there was an entire scroll of it?â
He had a part of the scroll in his collection room and he had been trying to restore it for the past few years.
No matter how good he was at painting, what he painted was nothing like what the older master had painted.
And he never expected that a five-year-old little thing could paint it so easily when he couldnât even do it himself.
Old Master Ye felt like his worldviews were in shock.
The little thing looked down and the strand of hair shot up on her head. Seeing that the âold manâ was so close to him, she whispered,
âGrandpa Mu... taught me how to paint it...â