Genius Club-Chapter 993 - 56 Masks (Extra monthly ticket !)_2

Chapter 993 -56 Masks (Extra monthly ticket chapter!)_2

“Lin Xian, you’re here.”

Zhao Yingjun looked up at him and handed over the electronic menu on the table:

“Qiaoqiao ordered a lot of meat, do you want to add anything else?”

“No need, no need.”

Lin Xian’s mind wasn’t on this:

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“Just place the order, I just had breakfast not long ago, I’m not very hungry. The main purpose of today’s visit is to see Qiaoqiao.”

He turned his head.

Only to see Yan Qiaoqiao not looking anywhere else, staring at the bubbling yuanyang pot in anticipation.

“Speaking of which…”

Lin Xian looked at the two:

“What’s the surprise? I’m pretty excited now.”

Zhao Yingjun smiled mysteriously.

She reached out her right hand and ruffled Yan Qiaoqiao’s hair:

“Qiaoqiao, didn’t you specially prepare something yesterday to give to Lin Xian today? Why have you suddenly become shy?”

“No.”

Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head while staring at the hot pot:

“I’m waiting for the meat.”

“…” “…”

Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun exchanged glances, both speechless, wondering whose genetics were responsible for this bottomless stomach.

But clearly, Yan Qiaoqiao was also stubborn.

Because once Zhao Yingjun had steered the conversation, she didn’t focus on the hot pot anymore, but turned around, opened her small backpack, and carefully took something out.

Then she passed it to Lin Xian:

“Lin Xian brother, this is for you.”

Lin Xian looked at what she handed over.

It was…

A watercolor painting framed in a picture frame!

And it was a watercolor painting of no low level; although it couldn’t reach professional standards, it definitely ranked at the top among amateurs.

The painting depicted the upper body of a young man.

Frowning slightly.

Rubbing his chin.

Deep in thought.

This…

Isn’t this himself!?

Seeing this “self-portrait,” Lin Xian couldn’t help but laugh:

“Is this a painting of me? Did you paint this, Qiaoqiao?”

Yan Qiaoqiao nodded:

“I painted it yesterday.”

Lin Xian took the not-so-large framed painting and carefully examined the details, indeed well-painted; it was hard to imagine it was the work of a beginner:

“You painted this really well…”

Seeing this, Zhao Yingjun also chuckled:

“Right? I was surprised too. I didn’t expect Qiaoqiao to have such talent.”

“It all started a few days ago, I took her to the park, where there were many stalls selling children’s toys, she showed interest, so we went to have a look.”

“There was this DIY stall where they gave you a plaster statue to color and paint however you wished, just something for kids to mess around with… I didn’t think too much of it at the time, since Qiaoqiao wanted to play, I bought her one and let her sit down at the stall to paint away.”

“But… completely beyond my expectations, Qiaoqiao’s use of color and aesthetics, was just naturally excellent. Despite it being her first time painting, she handled the brushes and paints effortlessly… She quickly finished painting the white plaster toy, and even painted it very lifelike, the stall owner was shocked, asking me if this child had been taking painting classes.”

“Then Yan Qiaoqiao became obsessed with painting, she painted many plaster figures at that stall, each one painted perfectly, with great color matching, truly a born artist.”

Saying this,

Zhao Yingjun looked up at Lin Xian meaningfully:

“Could this be considered inherited?”

Lin Xian, still admiring the oil painting of himself, analyzed:

“Strictly speaking, painting skills are learned abilities, things learned later in life are definitely not inheritable. Otherwise… why aren’t most artists’ children also artists?”

Zhao Yingjun nodded thoughtfully:

“You make a good point, I just remembered that many great artists throughout history didn’t have descendants.”

“Beethoven, Da Vinci, Van Gogh… they all died single, without producing offspring, nor passing on their talent and artistic genes.”

“However, you are still quite lucky, at least…”

She glanced at Yan Qiaoqiao who was earnestly waiting for praise, and smiled:

“At least the artistic genes have a successor.”

Lin Xian took his eyes off the watercolor painting and looked at Yan Qiaoqiao:

“So, this is the surprise you said you’d give me. It really is a wonderful piece of artwork, I like it a lot, thank you Qiaoqiao.”

“Painting such a picture must have taken a lot of effort, right? How long did you paint yesterday?”

“All day.”

Yan Qiaoqiao said softly:

“Until evening.”

In an instant.

Lin Xian felt the painting in his hands grow heavier.

Zhao Yingjun also added:

“She drew many pictures, but she wasn’t satisfied, she kept drawing, redrawing… didn’t stop until the early morning, until she was somewhat satisfied with this one, and it took her a long time to make amends before she went to bed.”

“I also persuaded her for a long time yesterday, telling her as a beginner, especially a self-taught beginner, painting like this is already very good, no need to be so perfectionist.”

“But Qiaoqiao was like she had an obsession, unreasonably setting high standards, saying that you’ve been very kind to her, she wanted to earnestly paint the best picture to give to you, to show her gratitude.”

…

Listening to Zhao Yingjun’s description,

Lin Xian could generally imagine Yan Qiaoqiao at home all day squeezing out watercolors.

From morning until night.

Just the water bucket for rinsing brushes must have been changed several times.

And being so serious…

Just to paint him the most perfect, most exquisite portrait.

And for this, she stayed up late into the night before sleeping.

Lin Xian couldn’t but feel moved:

“The thought is what counts, but there was no need to rush it… Qiaoqiao, you could have taken your time with it, learning slowly; I’m not in a hurry for gifts, whenever you gave me this picture, I would be just as happy.”