The strokes of this painting were very simple. It was also in the form of a black-and-white picture. However, every stroke seemed to be alive, which infused the soul into the painting.
Amazingly, the simplest brush strokes can depict such a lively galloping horse.
Grandmother Shi was also a person who knows art. When she saw the painting, she immediately put on her eyes and looked at it repeatedly.
âItâs a wonderful painting. Itâs like the horse is alive. The style is very unique. Ning Ning, grandma likes this painting so much. â
Shi Ning: âItâs good that grandmother likes it.â
Cao Shu: âThis painting is really good. I donât know which artistâs work it is. Iâll go to him and buy two of them some other day.â
What she said meant that Shi Ning had bought the painting and not painted by herself.
When Yu Chuyao saw the painting, her heart was still a little uneasy.
Compared with Shi Ningâs painting, her painting was too flat and homely. But listening to Cao Shuâs words, Yu Chuyaoâs pride came again.
Oh, she didnât know if she bought or painted it. If she wanted to pretend this painting was hers, Grandmother Shi surely wonât like it. A painting of this high-level, she could see that itâs bought. Shi Ning was still as stupid as ever.
âNing Ning, you are reallyâ¦Arenât you ashamed to have bought such a good painting?â She said with a warm smile.
Shi Ning was usually arrogant and willful. Most people didnât like her.
At this time, someone said sarcastically: âTaking othersâ painting as your own, who is shameless?â
âNo matter what you buy or paint, grandma likes it very much.â
âChildren have to be honest, mom. You canât pamper the younger generation.â Cao Shu said.
The atmosphere in the room was a little repressive. Shi Chen looked at his silent sister and came over to pull her motherâs sleeve.
âMom, talk less.â
At the sight of her son defending Shi Ning, Cao Shu was even angrier.
The two people she hated most in her life were Shi Zhanping and Mo Xue. Since she was their daughter, she was also extremely disgusted.
âWhat? Am I wrong? Shi Chen, listen to me well. Even if you send your mother a piece of grass, you canât take other peopleâs things as your own. My child, you have to be honest.â She then looked up and down at Shi Ning.
âI canât believe your mother taught you to lie at a young age.â
Mrs. Shi felt that when they divorced, the Shi family felt apologetic for Cao Shu, so even if she wasnât her daughter-in-law, she loved her very much. Now that Cao Shu was acting aggressively, Grandmother Shi couldnât say anything but half-agreed with her.
How could a woman like Mo Xue teach her children well? She was afraid that her granddaughter would be corrupted by her.
Grandmother Shi: âNing Ning, your aunt Shu is right. Grandmother doesnât like lying.â
Shi Ning: âI didnât lie. I did paint it.â
After she finished this sentence, her eyes fell on Cao Shu. âWhatâs more, auntie, donât talk to my mother that way. My mother at least taught me that there is no basis for facts. Donât slander others easily. â
âIâm slandering you? Is it not clear what level you are?â
She turned her head and asked Shi Chen, âXiao Chen, did she go to university as an art student?â
Shi Chen hesitated for a moment but chose to tell the truth. âNo.â
Cao Shu looked at Shi Ning as if she got the evidence.
âAlthough Chu Yao had learned how to paint, she couldnât paint like this. Youâve never learned how to do it. Itâs not a big deal whether you bought or painted it. I believe Grandmother Shu will like it anyway. Why lie?â