Chapter 1552: Chapter 1552: Self-Created Style
When Ruth Frazer and Gerald Graves walked into the study, the painting was already hung.
Although the study was simply furnished, the bookcases and chairs were high-quality, and another painting on the wall was also by a renowned artist.
Ruth thought to herself: Gavin Graves hasn’t changed; he still likes these talented women.
It seems that Madison Richards is probably similar to her, studying traditional Chinese painting or calligraphy... No, that can’t be right. If she was in this field, she wouldn’t be clueless about meticulous painting.
Meticulous painting, also known as detailed brushwork painting, emphasizes precision and detail, so using a delicate brush is normal.
As Ruth thought about this, she glanced at the calligraphy practice on the table, with a look of inquiry.
But with just one look, she was stunned!
Ruth almost thought she saw it wrong, but looking again, she was even more shocked!
This wasn’t calligraphy at all; it was clearly the scribbles of an elementary school student!
"Oh dear, sister-in-law, have you recently started practicing calligraphy?" Second Young Master Graves noticed the paper on the table and joked, "It’s quite artistic, I can’t recognize a single word."
Cherry pouted upon hearing this, feeling a bit displeased. She could tell that he was calling her handwriting ugly.
Gavin casually pulled a few sheets of white paper to cover Cherry’s "artwork." "This is her own creation, you don’t need to recognize it. Alright, let’s go out—"
He pushed Gerald out of the study, and Ruth couldn’t stay inside any longer. With a complicated look at Cherry, she turned and left.
Cherry, seeing they had left, uncovered the white paper, picked up her practice work, and mumbled to herself with a frown, "I wrote Gavin’s name, is it that hard to recognize?"
But Gavin clearly praised her for making progress...
...
Gavin took Ruth on a brief tour of the house, eventually returning to his special coffee lounge.
When the three of them gathered, it was inevitable that they would talk about amusing stories from their youth, and then sigh about the passage of time. Such topics always have a way of bringing people closer together.
Ruth mentioned that she’d be hosting a gathering similar to an art salon at her home after the New Year, where everyone would discuss the past and appreciate artworks together.
Gerald was the first to shake his head, laughing, "Ruth, spare me, I can’t handle that kind of thing. Let my brother go instead!"
Ruth looked at Gavin.
Gavin took a sip of coffee and asked, "Will there be many people attending?"
"Not many," Ruth said with a smile. "If there are too many, it would be like a conference, wouldn’t it? I only invited a few close friends, whom I haven’t seen for years. It’s a rare gathering."
Gavin nodded with a gentle smile, "Indeed, it has been many years since we last gathered. Just give me a call when the time comes."
They chatted a bit more, and somehow the conversation shifted to Gavin’s previous illness.
Gerald knew about this and said, "I was puzzled back then, didn’t understand why he always wore gloves. Later, Mr. Williams said my brother had developed a rash on his skin, making it prone to allergies, so he needed to wear gloves during the treatment."
Ruth couldn’t help but ask, "So, how was it eventually cured?"
Gavin raised his eyes to look at her.
His expression hadn’t changed much, but Ruth still felt a bit guilty, her smile somewhat strained, "What’s the matter? Is it inconvenient to say?... Sorry, I was just curious."
"There’s nothing inconvenient about it," Gavin replied with a faint smile. "I’m just a bit surprised that you’d be interested in this aspect."
Gerald chimed in with a hearty laugh, "Brother, Ruth is concerned about you. If it were someone else with a rash, she wouldn’t bother to ask."
Ruth pursed her lips and smiled without saying a word.
"I happened to come across a wandering taoist priest who sold me a packet of medicine, claiming it could cure all ailments," Gavin casually fibbed. "I only tried it out of curiosity, but it ended up working."
After speaking, he looked at Ruth, "Do you have any friends with this condition? Unfortunately, I’ve already used up the medicine; otherwise, I might have been able to help."
Ruth’s complexion turned a shade paler, her smile even more forced, "No... I was just asking on a whim."