Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

Someone knocked on the door. Song Qingzhu finished the last stroke, then put down the brush, strode to the door, opened the door, and saw a person wearing similar work clothes outside the door, and the person said: "Someone is looking for you outside."

"Looking for me?" Song Qingzhu pointed to himself, confused, who can find her here?

The man nodded slightly: "Yes, it's right at the entrance of the museum."

Song Qingzhu reflexively thought that it was Xiyan who came to find her, but on second thought, she never told Xiyan that she would come here to participate in the competition.So it's impossible for her to come here, who could it be?
The man urged: "Would you like to go and have a look?"

Song Qingzhu looked back at the painting, but still let go of his vigilance, thinking that there should be nothing wrong with his grandpa guarding outside, so he nodded and replied, "Then I'll go out and have a look."

Soon Song Qingzhu left.

The man sneaked into the room, put the incomplete painting hidden on his body on the easel, and exchanged it with the real painting.

After changing the painting, the man disappeared in a short while.

At the entrance of the Museum of Art, there was an endless stream of people coming and going.

But there was no one she knew.

Song Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously ran back and ran.

Panting, she pushed open the door of the room. The painting on the easel was still there. She breathed a sigh of relief, but the breath was not complete. When she saw the rough lines, she was stunned, and flashed in her mind. Those images immediately emerged.

Now she remembered that the man was not a staff member.

Song Qingzhu stood blankly in front of the drawing board, frowning, with an indescribable look on his face.

Seeing that it was getting late, Mu Yide came in to take a look, but saw his granddaughter standing there blankly, he walked over and took a look at the painting.

He stroked his chin, thought for a while, and said, "Although the lines in this painting are not so clear, the other paintings are quite visual."

"This is not my painting."

Song Qingzhu answered decisively.

Mu Yide looked at her in surprise, put down his hands, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Someone swapped my painting." Song Qingzhu replied calmly. After telling Mu Yide what happened just now, Mu Yide was furious. He didn't expect that someone would do it under his nose. For this kind of thing, it's better to change his precious granddaughter's painting!

Find absolutely no appeasement!

Mu Yide said angrily: "Qingzhu, don't worry, I will definitely help you find the painting!"

Song Qingzhu pondered for a while, then she raised her eyes and looked at Mu Yide, waved her hand at him, motioned him not to be so impulsive, and expressed her own guess.

"The person who changed my painting is nothing more than one of the contestants in this competition." Song Qingzhu continued slowly: "She changed my painting to participate in the competition, so as long as the time comes to show the painting, you will know who got it."

"Then what if the other party doesn't use your painting?"

Song Qingzhu replied confidently: "If it's useless, the painting must be hidden somewhere in her house, and it will be stolen by someone at that time."

Mu Yide nodded again and again, thinking it made sense.

Song Qingzhu was actually a little disappointed. She originally wanted to participate in the competition, and she should be able to win the top three. Who knew that the painting was changed, but this aroused her inner desire to win even more.She didn't believe it anymore, if her painting was stolen, that person would be fine.

"Do you want to check the monitoring?"

Song Qingzhu went to the door of the room, turned around, and said, "It's useless, there is no surveillance here, only the toilet over there."

Mu Yide couldn't help but swear.

If he finds this one who kills thousands of swords, he will definitely be punished!

The game is over, and the harvest begins.

Song Qingzhu and Mu Yide were waiting for the results, and the judges standing by the stands were looking at the paintings one after another. The one with the highest praise rate was the one by Wen Zhifei. The picture was beautiful and the lines were beautiful, especially fitting the theme. The artistic conception inside is easy to understand.

An old house is filled with dark oil paint, and a golden wheat field outside is contrasted with bright oil paint.Comparing the two, there is a sharp gap. In the old house, a toddler old man is sitting on the edge of the dilapidated bed watching a black and white TV. In the narrow house, there are one big and one small sitting.

The child was lying on the table with his head bowed to do his homework. There was only one head bowed on the top of his head. The table was clean enough to see that the child was very well-behaved and not mischievous.

The old man was limping, leaning on the table on the bed with one hand, and holding the remote control in the other, as if he was adjusting a black and white color TV.

It is such a popular painting, but it has many meanings.

It's just that the sunflower next to it is too obtrusive, but because the painting is too vivid, the sunflower is ignored.

The main reason is that the paintings are so lifelike, as if the people above are real people.

Judge A couldn't help but picked up the painting and showed it to everyone present.

"Look at the paintings made by Zhifei painters. In just two hours, they can make such connotative and deep paintings."

"You deserve it, you deserve it, you deserve to be a talented painter!"

The other judges expressed their opinions one after another and praised.

Song Qingzhu frowned when she saw that painting, she was very familiar with that painting, only half an hour passed, except for the sunflower next to her which was not painted by her, everything else was not changed .

Wen Zhifei heard the judges' praise, bowed his head to express his shyness, and pretended that he would work hard.

Song Qingzhu stood up with firm eyes and a gloomy tone: "Is that painting yours?"

Wen Zhifei paused, and she looked at Song Qingzhu with tears in her face: "Miss, what do you mean?"

"I just want to ask, are you sure you painted this painting yourself?"

Song Qingzhu deliberately bit the word "by hand" very hard, and looked at her with a firm tone.

Mu Yide recalled it now, could it be that Wen Zhifei stole his granddaughter's painting?
This time, the little bit of affection he had for Wen Zhifei disappeared, and some only left him with disgust.

Don't take a good path, but take a crooked path.

Wen Zhifei paused for a moment, she bit her lip, "Of course I drew it by myself, or would someone else draw it for me?"

"Unfortunately, my missing painting is exactly the same as yours." Song Qingzhu's tone was cold, and he looked directly at her.

Everyone was in an uproar, and their eyes widened, watching the show.

They can't see this kind of epic scene, and now they can watch the excitement with great difficulty, of course they won't let it go.

Especially the "celebrities" are lively, and they will not let it go.

At this time, someone realized that this Song Qingzhu was the same person as the Song Qingzhu who had been in a mess before.No wonder I saw her detached temperament before, but I didn't dare to recognize her. Now after talking to other people, they all say that this Song Qingzhu is the Song Qingzhu who appeared on TV.