"Mr. Ye, you are too kind." Mu Luzhu continued, "As long as you don't mind, let alone one painting, even if it's ten paintings, I will do my best."
Old Ye nodded, turned his head and said to the servant, "Get ready."
"Yes." The servant responded and left.
The drawing board was brought by Mu Luzhu herself. The color of Chinese painting is relatively monotonous, and Mu Luzhu originally followed the style of ink painting, so the painting tools are also very simple, just pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
"Miss Mu, please." Old Ye made a "please" gesture.
Mu Luzhu hesitated for a moment and looked at Old Ye, "Mr. Ye, before picking up the pen, I have an unwelcome request."
Old Ye raised his eyes, "You say."
Mu Luzhu's face had no other expression, and she said lightly, "It's like this, out of respect for art, I have the habit of burning incense and washing my hands before painting every time." Old
Ye nodded, "I didn't think it through, I'll have someone prepare it right away."
Soon someone brought a small low table.
On the low table, there is an exquisite incense burner, and the water of the snow-capped mountains with petals floating on it.
The ambergris rises up, like smoke but not smoke, like fog but not fog, and sets off everything around like a fairyland.
Mu Luzhu is obviously used to doing such things. She interprets these simple actions of rolling up sleeves, washing hands, inserting hands, and burning incense very perfectly and elegantly, which makes people feel that they are not simple at first glance.
Mrs. Fu nodded her head while watching.
Mr. Ye's expression was very complicated.
After doing all this, Mu Luzhu sat down in front of the drawing board with satisfaction, picked up the brush, and began to paint.
The painting method of ink painting is not based on rules. Mu Luzhu drafted in the middle of the drawing board, and her movements were smooth and beautiful, but after painting for a long time, there were only a few simple lines.
However, Mr. Ye looked very seriously.
He has a deep understanding of Chinese painting, and he also knows that although there are only a few strokes on the current drawing board, the difficulty is very high. It is difficult for ordinary people to draw it!
At this moment, the servant came in with a fruit plate. In the corner, a tiny Buddhist bead slipped out from somewhere. As luck would have it, the bead just slipped under the servant's feet.
"Bang!" The fruit plate fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Mu Luzhu was concentrating on painting and did not notice this scene until the servant lost balance and fell on her!
This scene happened too quickly. When Mr. Ye, Mrs. Fu and Mr. Fu reacted, Mu Luzhu and the servant had already fallen to the ground.
Her palm just pressed on the pile of broken glass.
The white marble was stained with bright red blood, which was a bit scary.
"Luzhu, are you okay?" Mrs. Fu's face turned pale, and she walked to Mu Luzhu with a trembling heart and pulled her up. Then, she turned to look at the servant in uniform and angrily scolded: "Why are you so careless?"
The servant was so scared that her face turned pale. She had worked in the Fu family for more than a year and had never made any mistakes. This was the first time.
She didn't care about the pain in her body, and immediately got up from the ground and apologized: "I'm sorry, old lady, I'm sorry, Miss Mu!"
Old Mrs. Fu's face was very ugly, "What's the use of saying sorry for offending the distinguished guest? Go back and clean up, don't come tomorrow!"
The servant cried directly, "Old lady, please don't drive me away..."
"Aunt Fu, I'm fine," Mu Luzhu recovered and said sympathetically, "She was also scared. The floor was too slippery. It's not her fault."
Old Mrs. Fu grabbed Mu Luzhu's hand distressedly, and saw that there was a long bloody cut between the index and middle fingers. The blood kept oozing out, which was very shocking.
Old Mrs. Fu frowned slightly, "You're bleeding and you still say you're fine! Your hands are used for painting!"
"It's really okay," Mu Luzhu pulled back her hand very carelessly, "It's just a skin injury, it doesn't hurt at all."
"Really it doesn't hurt?" Old Mrs. Fu was a little worried.
"It really doesn't hurt." Mu Luzhu smiled and shook her head.
Seeing that Mu Luzhu was so considerate, Mrs. Fu's expression eased a lot, and she said to the servant: "Be careful in the future, go and call Dr. Li."
She was more and more satisfied with Mu Luzhu now. This child was not only talented, but also broad-minded, and had the demeanor of a mistress!
"Thank you, old lady, thank you, Miss Mu." The servant was very grateful and retreated to find a doctor.
Mu Luzhu stopped her, "It's just a skin injury, there's no need to alarm the doctor." After she finished speaking, she picked up the brush again and looked at the painting on the drawing board with only a few strokes, "My painting is not finished yet."
"It's already this time, and you're still thinking about painting!" Mrs. Fu took the brush away from her hand, "Let's not paint! It's important to treat the wound!"
Just at this time, the family doctor of the Fu family came over.
With his hands behind his back, Mr. Ye walked to Mu Luzhu and said, "Your Aunt Fu is right. It is important to treat the wound." He turned to the doctor and said, "Xiao Li, please take a look at Miss Mu."
Mu Luzhu had no choice but to give up the idea of repainting and looked at Mr. Ye apologetically, "Mr. Ye, I am sorry to disturb your interest." Mr. Ye
did not expect Mu Luzhu to apologize to him. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Miss Mu, you are too polite. I should be the one to say sorry."
After the doctor examined her, he said, "The wound is a bit deep. You may need two stitches. It is best not to hold a pen or touch water for a while. Also, avoid spicy and irritating foods."
"Do you need more stitches? It's so serious? Will there be any sequelae?" Mrs. Fu looked at the doctor with a worried look on her face.
Mu Luzhu held Mrs. Fu's arm with her other hand, "It's just two stitches, it's okay. I don't have much to do this month, you don't have to be so nervous."
The more considerate Mu Luzhu was, the more guilty Mrs. Fu felt.
After all, the person who asked Mu Luzhu to paint was her father.
Moreover, Mu Luzhu was a guest.
How could you let a guest who came to visit for the first time get injured?
**
Mu family.
Mu Qingli was curled up on the sofa in the bedroom reading an ancient blue-covered book.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the servant outside said respectfully: "Miss Wu, there is a call for you downstairs."
Mu Qingli quickly closed the book, "I'm coming."
Seeing Mu Qingli going downstairs, Mu Lan Ke came out from the darkness in the corridor, looked at the servant, and asked: "Who is the person who called to find the fifth sister?"
Mu Qingli had just returned from Huashan and didn't know anyone here. Who would take the initiative to call her?
In order to prevent Mu Qingli from having a chance to turn over, Mu Lan Ke had to be more careful.
The servant shook his head, "I'm not sure either. The other party only said that her last name was Qiao."
"Qiao?" Mu Lan Ke frowned, "Is that person a man or a woman?"
"It's a woman. Judging from the voice, she shouldn't be very old." The servant answered truthfully.
Last name Qiao.
Female.
Mu Lan Ke narrowed her eyes slightly, quickly sorted out the intelligence lines in her mind from her previous life, and did not find this person. She breathed a sigh of relief, "I know, you can go down."