Indulge in fire at the apex of Lord Shen

Explain how these two paintings are…

Shen Lu looked at the painting held by two people, feeling slightly cold in his heart.

At this time, if I am successfully framed as a plagiarist, I am afraid that no matter how many paintings I draw, no one will pay attention to them. They may just glance at them and comment: I don’t know where I copied them from, right?

Just thinking about the possibility of such a thing happening, Shen Lu shivered as if he was placed in a fierce cold wind.

Her stiff fists were clenched tightly, and there was no usual smile on her white face like jade.

Facing the crowd in front of her who had different eyesight but didn't have much trust in her, Shen Lu had one and only one choice.

Her usually soft voice became sonorous at this moment, "One of the paintings was drawn by me."

"But I didn't copy it, and I don't know why there is another painting that is the same as mine in the exhibition." Shen Lu's almond eyes looked at Old Yan earnestly and intently, as if he was torn in a strong wind and rain. Soft flowers, but no matter how the wind and rain blow, the petals don't fall off, they just dance desperately in isolation and helplessness.

Seeing her helpless and trying to prove herself, Old Yan believed her for some reason.

But now my trust, once I say it, is very likely to become a cover.

He sighed slightly, "Now that the two paintings are in front of us, we can't just trust your side of the story."

"How these two paintings were selected, I will ask in person." Yan Lao looked at the staff in the exhibition beside him, "Who is the work of the other painting?"

The staff looked at the label on the back of the work, and he said, "Wen Qingmo."

"Go and call him over."

After a while, someone contacted Wen Qingmo. While Mr. Gu focused his eyes on the two paintings, he felt a little more pity for this little girl who looked like his wife.

If she copied it, it would be inhumane, Mr. Gu could only secretly say it's a pity.

It was really drawn by her, a little girl, what kind of situation must have encountered to draw such a depressing and hard-working picture.

Just as he was thinking about it, Mr. Gu heard someone say, "Shen Lu, how can you prove that you are the first to draw this painting?"

That voice with a sharp questioning tone instantly refocused everyone's attention on Shen Lu.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, she moved her slightly warmed fingers, and her voice was slightly softer, "This painting was completed in early May, and I was preparing for the school's sports meeting at that time, so I didn't go to the studio, so... I didn't... People see it."

Jing Jilin said, "Old Yan, I handed in this painting two weeks ago. When she was in the studio, her brushwork and style have always been like this."

"If Shen Lu plagiarized it, it means that her style has changed a lot. Before Shen Lu finished this painting, there must have been other works." Jing Jilin became calmer as he spoke, and soon found his way of thinking.

After everyone listened to Jing Jilin's words, their scrutiny became more serious.

"How many works can a little girl like her come up with?"

"Yeah, if you're really that famous, why haven't you heard of her reputation before?"

Jing Jilin explained, "Student Shen Lu just learned to draw for half a year."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked immediately. They looked straight at Shen Lu, surprised, doubtful, and vigilant, all of them threw themselves at Shen Lu.

Among them, a member of the painting union who looked very young said softly, "A little girl who has only learned painting for half a year, can really copy a painting like this, and it is her ability."

"I didn't copy it." Shen Lu immediately retorted.

The young artist smiled lightly and told the two people holding the paintings to avoid people's sight and leave. When they came back, the two paintings had already been taken by another person.

He pointed to the two paintings, "Come now, which of these two paintings is yours?"

The painting is almost exactly the same, except for a few places where the color is different, and it is impossible to identify it without careful identification.

Shen Lu looked at the two paintings, and she could naturally tell which one belonged to her at a glance.

She looked back.

The summer wind blowing from nowhere was diluted by the air-conditioning and softened, falling on Shen Lu's body, making her feel warm.

She calmed down more and more, and said word by word, "Of course I can tell which one is mine, but can the author of the same painting as mine also be able to tell which one of the two is his?"

Jing Jilin couldn't help but look at her more.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lu could organize his thoughts and fight back under such an aura of being oppressed by outsiders. This little girl's ability to withstand pressure in her heart is really strong.

Old Mr. Gu couldn't help but nodded, "This little girl is right, whoever's work will naturally be able to tell."

The young artist stared at Shen Lu and sneered, "Then wait for Wen Qingmo to come over, and let the two of them find out who the two paintings belong to!"

"Shen Lu, do you have any photos of previous works?" Jing Jilin walked up to Shen Lu and asked in a low voice.

"some."

Only then did Jing Jilin nod, and he whispered again, "You can take it out later when I tell you to take it out."

Shen Lu hummed.

When the hands were clasped again, it was no longer stiff and forbearing.

Not long after, a young man came outside. He wiped the sweat from his brow and trotted along with him.

"Alas, I forgot that the game started today, I'm sorry." He said as he walked towards the corridor.

"Are you Wen Qingmo?" Old Yan looked him up and down.

"Yes." Wen Qingmo stood up straight, he was wearing a white shirt, he was a well-mannered young man who looked very upright.

As soon as he finished answering Yan Lao, his eyes suddenly fell on the two paintings, his pupils shrank, he raised his trembling hand, and pointed towards the two paintings, his voice trembling, "This, this, this! What? It will!"

"My painting was copied!"

If you speak loudly, you are very firm.

The young artist scoffed lightly, looking at Shen Lu even more playfully.

"Did you see that little girl, she copied your work." The young artist pointed out.

Wen Qingmo immediately looked at Shen Lu, his gaze was like a torch, and he gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to tear Shen Lu apart, "You copied my painting?!"

In this cannibalistic gaze, what Shen Lu felt was not anger, but... an indescribable jealousy.

She immediately understood that Wen Qingmo knew that he had copied her, so he couldn't be angry, but jealous.

Shen Lu calmed down, and she said to Wen Qingmo without fear, "Look first, which of these two paintings is yours."

"Mr. Wen, don't make a wrong choice." The tenderness in her voice seemed to be advising him to choose well.