Chapter 8: Talent.

Li Xianling was startled, and looked at the paper again.

Looking at the dark scene in front of them, Li Xiufeng and Chen Shuyao felt a bit dizzy. Li Xiufeng asked uncertainly, "Qianling, is this the painting you drew?"

Chen Shuyao nodded, but after thinking for a moment, suddenly said, "But if what Mr. Lu said is true, and Xun Ling has special talents, then no matter how much we look at it, we may not be able to see it. After all, we are mere mortals and cannot compare to Mr. Lu."

Lixiufeng and Chen Shuyao stood outside Li Qianling's room, showing a slight concern.

No matter how hard Li Xianling tried, there was only a piece of ink in front of her, and she couldn't see any difference in it. Although Lu Fangqing's words were light, they were deeply engraved in her heart, like a calm lake starting to ripple. The brilliance in Li Xianling's eyes began to change.

If it's just self-deception and self-satisfaction, then it's still a paper stained with ink. You should be able to continue deceiving yourself. Why can't you do it now?

Sir, you ... ...

However, this time, they did not persuade Li Qianling not to paint again, nor did they think she had no talent. Instead, they returned the painting to Li Qianling and said, "Qianling, since you have followed the master, you should learn to paint well with him. The master has extraordinary talent, and your parents are not as good. Remember, you must not let down the master's cultivation."

Lufangqing's voice was clear and cold, and then he suddenly picked up the ink and splashed it onto the paper.

When painting this kind of painting, I imagine scenes that I cannot paint in my mind, and then deceive myself by saying that there are lines that I have drawn on the paper. This is just self-deception. This is what Li Qianling thinks.

When she returned to the Li Mansion, the night had already grown dark. Li Xianling went back to her room, lit the lamp, and felt extremely happy. She arranged her easel, laid out the drawing paper, stood with a paintbrush in hand, and took a deep breath.

Lu Fangqing nodded with a slight smile and said, "Only you can paint such a painting."

Li Xiufeng nodded and said, "That's very good. You can go first, but remember to go and pay respects to the master later."

Chen Shuyao thought for a moment and said, "I just don't know what kind of painting can be created with water chestnut."

Li Qianling nodded repeatedly and said, "Father, Mother, rest assured, your daughter will definitely study hard with her husband and promote his painting skills."

I received affirmation for the painting I drew...!? However, Li Qianling found it somewhat hard to believe.

Lixiu Feng and Chen Shuyao suddenly fell silent. They recalled the scene that had happened before. In front of Lu Fangqing's carp painting, Lixian Ling was as agile and ethereal as the carp in the painting, full of fairy spirit. The sacred and graceful moment left a lasting memory for them. It was also because they saw that scene that they believed what Lu Fangqing said, that their daughter Lixian Ling truly possessed extraordinary talent. It was just that their vision was ordinary and they couldn't discover it, only Lu Fangqing could, the unique talent belonging to Lixian Ling.

Chen Shuyao asked, "Does Qianling really like painting now?"

Li Xiufeng smiled slightly and said, "She has always been very fond of it."

Chen Shuyao may have a point, but Li Xiufeng doesn't think so. He said, "Even if a person is talented, if their abilities are not discovered and recognized by others, it is equivalent to having no talent. Xunlian is the best example. If it weren't for Mr. Lu discovering her talent, in our eyes, she would still be a child who couldn't learn to paint. And to say something offensive to Mr. Lu, even with his unparalleled talent, he only gained his reputation after being recognized by the world."

When the drawing of water chestnut is presented, they cannot understand. Perhaps it should be said that they can understand the part that has transformed from unrelated points and lines into ink occupying the entire white paper. No matter how they look at it, they cannot see anything else.

All that glitters is not gold. If Lixunling really has talent, one day her talent will shine brightly for everyone to see. It is not because her talent is too unique that ordinary people cannot understand it. For Lixiufeng, such a situation is equivalent to having no talent.

After listening, Chen Shuyao nodded in approval.

Still filled with ink, the pitch-black paper, the newly splashed ink has not dried, flowing down onto the drawing board, then dripping onto the grass.

The water chestnut naturally understands Lixiu Feng's meaning. She smiled and said, "Sir, you praise my painting."

In Li Xiufeng's eyes, there was anticipation. He said, "Mr. Lu's talent is beyond my reach, and I believe you won't forget the past. Xun Ling has a special side to her, and only Mr. Lu can discover it. Let's leave everything to Mr. Lu. I believe that as long as we continue to learn from Mr. Lu, Xun Ling's talent will one day be revealed to us."

In Li Xiufeng's eyes, there was also anticipation. He smiled slightly and said, "Let's come and take a look tomorrow. We should be able to know then."

Li Xianling loves painting very much, but unfortunately lacks talent. Neither of them mentioned this again. Now Li Xianling has found a famous teacher. Although Li Xiufeng and Chen Shuyao are happy, they still cannot mention the previous conversation.

His gaze became serene. Li Qianling approached with a paintbrush in hand, lightly touching the paper and then began to paint stroke by stroke.

Li Xiufeng thought for a moment and decided to confirm again. He asked, "Is this the painting you drew after studying with Mr.?"

Although she knew before that she had no talent for painting, Li Qianling could accept this fact. She was naturally cheerful and only happy to do everything. She always looked carefree. Troubles were like clouds in the sky, out of reach. However, when she held trust and expectation to do something, the blow of the result was so huge that she couldn't accept it, and it made her feel discouraged. Troubles were like clouds in the sky, out of reach. However, when she held trust and expectation to do something, the blow of the result was so huge that she couldn't accept it, and it made her feel discouraged.

After a long silence, Chen Shuyao suddenly expressed concern: "It's just that it's so late, Qianbing is still keeping the lights on. I'm just worried that she won't get enough rest."

By the time dawn arrived, before Li Xiufeng and Chen Shuyao came to see the painting made by Li Xianling, she had already presented the newly painted portrait of herself to the two of them with a pleased expression on her face, asking, "Father, Mother, what do you think of my painting?"

Lycoris looked earnestly, no matter how she concentrated and contemplated, she couldn't find her own lines and the picture she wanted to see on the paper.

Can you still see anything now?

Do you really think so?

As Li Qianling walked away, Chen Shuyao couldn't help but feel a bit worried. She said, "Are you sure there's no problem? Honestly, I don't want to doubt Mr. Lu either. But no matter how I look at this painting by Qianling, I just can't see any content in it. And how can I believe that she actually spent the whole night painting such a painting?"

Li Xiufeng shook his head and said, "You have spoiled this child since he was young. Now that he has a husband, you can rest assured. It is her choice to work hard. As parents, we just need to support her well."

The stroke of the pen brings forth blossoms, but those blossoms do not appear on the paper. Instead, they appear in the eyes and hearts of the recipient. On this night, she will be sleepless. On this night, she will be immersed.

The water chestnut nodded and said, "Yes."