In the spacious study room.

An Hao and Pei Sheng sat on the side.

Dip the brush on your right hand in ink, and a stack of pink invitations are placed on each of your left hand.

One of the two men's handwriting was graceful and the other was sharp, but when they looked at it together, they were particularly harmonious.

After a while, An Hao put down his pen, stood up and sorted out the written invitations, walked to Pei Sheng, who was still writing, and reached out to look at the stack he had written, "So many?"

She only wrote less than ten pictures, and the invited people could barely sit at two tables, but the stack on Pei Sheng's hand was twice as good as hers.

"Didn't you just say that you would hold a simple ceremony?"

She had already thought that the people left behind in the manor would have to come here, including the master, brother Yiqing, and sister Anping, who was not far away, would also invite her. In addition, Mumu, who I don’t know if she could get through, were all considered by her relatives. Apart from that, there was no one.

Pei Sheng wrote the invitation in his hand and put down his pen, "Grandpa means, it can't be simple."

An Hao reached out and smoothed his eyebrows, "Don't you mean?"

"······have."

"How many tables do you have to sit in?"

"Eight tables, this is the least. The relationships here are complicated, and the relationships are far and wide, and we must take into account them. Moreover, I want them to witness our happiness."

An Hao: "A Sheng, there are no serious elders here, I......"

Pei Sheng reached out and pressed Anhao's lips to stop her from speaking, "Don't worry, everything will be arranged by me. My Ah Hao will be the happiest bride-to-be."

Meeting the affection in Pei Sheng's gaze, An Hao's heart was filled with a hint of emotion.

Sometimes I still can’t help but want to move God. Meeting someone who can spend a lifetime with is the greatest luck.

"An An, A Sheng, are you two finished your work?" The knock on the door suddenly interrupted the little beauty between them.

"Cough." An Hao stood up and tidied up his clothes, "Let's go out first, grandpa is calling."

Pei Sheng stood up slowly, put the invitations written on the table, and handed them to Li Zhi when he went out, "I will send out the engagement invitations one by one."

Li Zhi looked at his young master who could not hide his smile in his eyes and reached out to take it solemnly, "Yes, young master, the invitation will be delivered to the guests tonight at the latest."

Pei Sheng nodded a little and took An Hao's hand to the living room.

In the living room.

Mr. Pei sat in the main seat, heard footsteps and looked up at Pei Sheng and An, and took a sip of tea.

On the guest seat, there were an old man with gray hair and a girl in a long dress with stuffy blue cotton.

The arrival of An Hao and Pei Sheng broke the silence here.

Pei Sheng first brought An Hao to call Mr. Pei Grandpa, then took An Hao's hands and feet and stood in front of the old man, "Mr. Zong."

The old man named Mr. Zong nodded with a smile and his eyes moved to An Hao, "Is this the little friend who drew the oriole pomegranate picture?"

An Hao nodded gently, bowed in all manners, and shouted with Pei Sheng: "Hello, Mr. Zong."

Then he sat down on the remaining two chairs opposite.

As soon as An Hao sat down, he looked at him opposite him.

He met Zang Tingting's look and smiled friendly at her.

Zang Tingting blinked and also smiled friendly.

She had just seen the picture of the oriole pomegranate. Although the writing was a little immature, the artistic conception was very interesting, and she couldn't help but become more interested in the owner of the painting.

Now seeing that the other person is still a girl about the same age as him, his interest has doubled.

"Hello, I'm Zang Tingting."

An Hao's eyes flashed with a smile, "Hello Zang Tingting, I'm An Hao."

"An Hao?" As soon as the name came out, Zang Tingting almost stood up from the chair in shock, "Are you Aunt An's daughter?"

An nodded with a funny look.

Mr. Pei was sitting on the top of his head, smiling at the scene where the two little girls recognised each other.

Well, it hides merit and fame.

Zong Chengsi didn't expect that the original game became a scene where two opponents recognized each other. His originally fairy-like appearance was rarely a bit dull.

Mr. Pei laughed out loud indifferently.

"Old Sect, it's really surprising haha!"

When Zong Chengsi saw Mr. Pei's expression, he knew that this old guy seemed to have known it a long time ago. Then he looked at the calm expressions of the two juniors on the opposite side, and his relationship with his little apprentice has been kept in the dark.

I felt a little awkward in my heart, and my tone of speaking was not that good, "Yes?" my voice was cold.

An Haoguang caught a glimpse of the old man's beard-blowing appearance, and looked at Mr. Pei's gloating expression, so he had to take the initiative to explain: "Mr. Zong, Tingting and I are netizens, and I want to thank you for bringing her to meet me in reality. Honestly tell you, we two have been having sex for a long time!"

Zang Tingting also nodded quickly, "I have a lot to talk to An An. At the beginning, I was very sorry that she was not in the same school as me, otherwise you would have another disciple. An An's insights on painting sometimes even I feel enlightened!"

Zong Chengsi said oh, his eyes fell on An Hao, and his interest became more interesting.

"That's fine. Since everyone has arrived, let's start competing. I'll take a look after it after competing."

Zang Tingting looked at An Hao with bright eyes when she heard the sound: "I have wanted to draw with An An, for a long time, but today I finally got what I want."

Without further ado, the crowd walked into the garden of the old house.

The two sides are exactly the same book case in the center of the garden, and the book case is also exactly the same layout. It is far away from the buildings and is empty everywhere. Because it is approaching late autumn, only chrysanthemums are blooming in the garden. An Hao and Zang Tingting looked at each other, smiled and walked to a desk, looking at Mr. Zong who was preparing to make the question.

Zong Chengsi looked at the two graceful girls in front of him and was about to express the topic he had prepared when he was here, but suddenly paused, "What I want to draw today is the scene I saw in this garden. No matter what I draw, as long as I don't go off topic."

After hearing this request, An Hao and Zang Tingting turned around immediately and browsed the surrounding scenery.

While Zang Tingting was still looking for a suitable place for filming, An Hao lowered his head and slowly opened the paint box at hand. He became familiar with the brush he would use for the next time, poured water, adjusted the color, and did it meticulously.

On the other side, Mr. Pei and Zong Chengsi, who were sitting at the stone table basking in the sun, turned their heads and looked at An Hao and Zang Tingting's actions, withdrew their gazes and accidentally met their eyes, and snorted together.

Pei Sheng sat on the other side, his eyes tilted from An Hao. Seeing the actions of the two old men opposite him, Tan Leju was childish in his heart.

After adjusting the color, she started painting on the white paper. Compared to Zang Tingting, who hadn't come to do anything, she couldn't help but look a little anxious.

Zong Chengsi shook his head in his heart.

After nearly half of the color was laid on the white paper under An Hao, Zang Tingting started writing.

The garden is quiet and silent.

The habit of painting is fast.

It can be seen from the original picture of the oriole pomegranate.

In this competition, An Hao only took less than half an hour. Compared with Zang Tingting, who had just started to outline the outline on the other side, she looked like she gave up on herself.

But An Hao just carefully pressed the finished painting with paperweight, waited for the wind to dry the ink marks, raised his hand and took a pen with even thickness, dipped it in some black ink, and wrote a few words.

I started cleaning the painting tools I just used.

When I walked to the stone table, I could just drink the second cup of tea I had added.

"Amyoji's speed was beyond my expectations." Because he was afraid of affecting his young apprentice, Zong Chengsi's voice deliberately lowered a little, but he could still hear from his tone that he was not serious and dissatisfied with An Hao's attitude.

An Hao blinked with the tea, "Mr. Zong, my painting speed has always been like this. I feel that it is time to start writing, and stop when it is time to finish drawing, and never move more."

Zong Chengsi curled the corner of his mouth, "So confident?"

"I know my weight."

Zong Chengsi stopped talking.

The silence just now was restored to the garden.

Under the table, Pei Sheng quietly pinched An Hao's hand. When An Hao looked over, he opened his mouth slightly and said silently with his mouth: "I believe An An is the best."

An Hao couldn't help but pinch his back.

In fact, An Hao didn't care much about winning or losing. As she said, she knew how strong she was. Now that she had drawn out her true strength, she had no thoughts of being nervous and afraid of losing.

It can't be seen as plain.

An hour later, Zang Tingting took the pen and broke away from the world of painting. The first thing she looked at was the safe direction beside her.

She didn't see anyone, and her eyes fell on the painting pressed with paperweight. Her expression was rarely stunned. Then she looked up and looked at Anhao.

"I've finished drawing!"

As soon as these words were finished, everyone sitting at the stone table stood up and walked towards the place where the desk was written.

Zong Chengsi naturally went to see his little apprentice first.

Zang Tingting painted a picture of autumn chrysanthemums.

The garden is defeated in late autumn, but all kinds of chrysanthemums compete for beauty, and they are proud of their bones and frost.

Zong Chengsi nodded with satisfaction, but his face was still very serious, "I painted well, and I have the charm of chrysanthemums, but the same goes, there is no progress. Tingting, your bottleneck has not been broken yet!"

Zang Tingting nodded as she listened to her master's comments.

I went to study in various places in the first half of the year to find opportunities to break the bottleneck, but unfortunately, I couldn't find it.
To be continued...