Mrs. Qin is more worried about her daughter rather than genuinely angry.
Seeing her daughter so obediently admitting her mistake, Mrs. Qin also stopped being angry. She held her daughter’s little hand and walked over, saying, "Tangtang, this is Uncle Tang, didn’t you ask who the uncle painting for you today is? He’s the one painting for you and your brother today."
"Mom, Tangtang wants to sit on the swing and paint." As soon as Miss Tangtang heard that the painter uncle was there to paint for her, her dark eyes sparkled.
Last year, Tangtang had seen a portrait of Mrs. Jiang’s daughter sitting on a swing at her house, and the little girl longed to have a beautiful picture painted while sitting on the swing herself.
Mrs. Qin understood her daughter’s thoughts, and she had instructed the servants early on to bring over the swing fra Tangtang usually sat on. "If you want to be painted on the swing, then go sit obediently on the swing. I’ll ask Uncle Tang to paint you now." Before Mrs. Qin had finished speaking, Tangtang had already climbed onto the swing fra herself.
Seeing his sister climb onto the swing fra, the little boy followed closely behind. He had promised his mother to protect his sister well, so he stood right next to the swing fra, afraid that she might accidentally fall off.
Once Tangtang was seated on the swing, the painter Tang on the other side opened the wooden box he carried, taking out the drawing paper and pens.
Paint required water; Pingping had already fetched clean water for the painter Tang earlier and placed it nearby. The painter Tang spread out the drawing paper, and after looking at Tangtang sitting on the swing fra, he bowed his head and started painting earnestly. Painting a picture takes quite so ti, and as the painter Tang painted Tangtang, the ladies and misses in the pavilion resud their idle chatter.
Though Mrs. Qin was talking to these ladies, Su Yunjin could see that her gaze was always on her two children.
Sitting in the pavilion, Su Yunjin initially had many ladies co over to talk to her, to which Su Yunjin responded with a lukewarm attitude.
Being too aloof might make these ladies think she’s unapproachable, but being too enthusiastic could invite trouble, so a lukewarm attitude was the best approach.
This way, she would neither offend the ladies nor invite unnecessary trouble. Miss Tangtang sat on the swing fra getting painted by the painter Tang. Initially, the little girl behaved well, but gradually, her patience wore thin. As Miss Tangtang moved around on the swing fra, Mrs. Qin worried that her daughter might fall, so she got up and walked over to the swing fra.
Mrs. Qin coaxed her daughter to sit still, while the little girl’s brother played with her to keep her happy. With Mrs. Qin and her brother’s company, Miss Tangtang soon stopped fidgeting, sitting quietly on the swing fra waiting for the painter to finish. Su Yunjin withdrew her gaze from the three of them.
Curious about how much the painter Tang had painted so far?
Su Yunjin looked over at the painter Tang’s drawing paper. The painter Tang sat not far from Su Yunjin, allowing her to see the person drawn on the paper clearly in one glance. On the paper, the painter Tang had already finished drawing the upper half of Miss Tangtang.
Although Su Yunjin doesn’t understand painting, she felt that the figure drawn by the painter Tang looked quite rigid. Su Yunjin had once seen Wen Muyan, the greatest painter of the ti, paint, and with just a few strokes, people could feel that Wen Muyan’s drawings were alive.
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