Indulge in fire at the apex of Lord Shen

Zhou Zheng's young man looks like a dog, but his personality is really not very good. He glared at Shen Lu angrily, "Of course I can find my paintings, but you may not!"

Wen Qingmo Zhengyi Lingran said to the members of the Painting Federation around him, "Seniors, it's fine for this little girl to copy my paintings, but she is still aggressive towards me now, this kind of little girl has the worst heart!"

"If I now point out which one belongs to me, she will definitely point to another one, so that she can successfully escape the sanction and pour dirty water on me instead!" Wen Qingmo became more and more angry as he spoke, condemning Shen Lu, " This kind of girl's heart is crooked! She is also a seed that corrupts social order after she looks good!"

Jing Jilin was so annoyed by his words that he almost fell on his back, trembling when he spoke, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Shen Lu also blushed with anger at his words, she had never seen such a hurtful person like Wen Qingmo.

"Wen Qingmo! Pay attention to your words." Old Yan's face was also a little ugly.

This person is a mess, he doesn't look like a painter at all, but he is the tyrannical person who talks vulgarly on the street.

The young artist felt very refreshed. He looked at Old Yan and said, "Old Yan, what Wen Qingmo said is not impossible."

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Mr. Gu said again, and he looked at Wen Qingmo, "According to what you said, what do you want to do so that Miss Shen Lu will not frame you?"

Wen Qingmo restrained the sharpness he had just directed at Shen Lu, and only said, "Let her choose first."

Wen Qingmo vowed, "Of course I know what my painting looks like. This vicious girl may not know what her painting looks like. Let her choose first, and I will choose second. There will be no mistakes. .”

He was vicious when he opened his mouth, but she plagiarized when he closed his mouth. Hearing this, Shen Lu was extremely annoyed by this person in his heart, and said, "No need, I know that one of these two paintings belongs to you."

She didn't smile, and the cold light added a bit of frost to Shen Lu's two-way warm almond eyes, adding a bit of aura that was hard to ignore for no reason.

Anyone who is familiar with Shen Boxing, seeing the current Shen Lu, will definitely find that the current Shen Lu has a three-point similarity to Shen Boxing's aura.

Shen Lu walked towards the two paintings and pointed to one of them, which looked like Wen Qingmo, "I don't know how you saw my painting and could draw it so similarly, but this kind of rough canvas and computational Without good paint, it is impossible to fully display my work when painting it."

"Since you said you painted it, tell me, why didn't you paint the blue and red color here?"

It was as if she had changed into a different person, her watery eyes turned to frost, which was so cold that people dare not look directly at her.

Yan Lao and the others also felt that Shen Lu had become different, as if he had been suppressed to the lowest point and made resistance.

Wen Qingmo's face turned red and then turned pale, "How I draw my paintings is my will, and you copied my paintings without copying the essence!"

Shen Lu laughed, the eyes that were rippling with water seemed to be wet with cold light, and became extremely gentle and peaceful, but the depths of those eyes were really absurd and ridiculous.

"Tell me, what is the essence of your painting?"

She was so aggressive that Wen Qingmo was forced to back away.

"The essence of this painting, the essence is the light that suddenly appeared outside the window! It represents salvation and life!"

After Wen Qingmo finished speaking, she began to gain confidence again, and turned to Shen Lu, "You look like a girl from a rich family. You don't spend money on the right way, but use expensive paints to copy my paintings. You It’s really heart-wrenching!”

Shen Lu looked at him quietly, looking at him as if he wanted to pull everyone in the world to his side, using words, invisible sharp blades, and bitter words to crush people into the mud.

Wen Qingmo looked at Shen Lu's eyes that were as clear as water, as if they were turbid and wanted to make waves, but no matter what, they couldn't reach the quiet and pure spring on the top of the snow mountain next to the blue sky.

This made Wen Qingmo feel horrified, and kept backing away.

Shen Lu shook his head, "This painting of mine is indeed expressing the hope of life, but the only salvation is not the golden bunch when the sky suddenly breaks."

Her hand pointed to another painting, the golden color that fell on the puppet, "There is a clear white on the golden yellow here, that is not the light of the sky, but the door is open."

People always use the sunshine in their hearts to express their enthusiasm, and Shen Lu also uses it, but she has seen darkness before, and the dusty sky used to be the darkness that she has never completely driven away until now.

The sky light is just a metaphor, the reality is that little bit of whiteness, even in the warm golden yellow, it is still pure.

Everyone approached the painting again and again, and they saw that the golden color falling from the puppet was tinged with an inconspicuous but extremely bright white.

Once they found this, they noticed that the white color was going down weakly and fell to the ground, which was the light that would only leak out when a door was opened.

"That pair doesn't have that color at all!"

"Yes, this one shows much more than that one."

"At first, I thought the golden yellow falling on the window was already a very good detail, but I didn't expect that it was white that lit up the whole painting."

The members of the Federation of Paintings muttered to the side, and couldn't help but praise him greatly.

The young painter's face was gloomy, and he looked at Shen Lu with strong jealousy and anxiety.

And Shen Lu was looking at Wen Qingmo, he couldn't hold on any longer, and backed away in horror.

Old Yan endured the thought of appreciating Shen Lu's painting, raised his hand to his lips and coughed softly, and asked Wen Qingmo, "What else do you want to say?"

"She was talking nonsense, she changed my painting randomly!" Wen Qingmo resisted desperately.

Jing Jilin stood up and said, "From Mr. Wen's words, it seems that your painting style is already very mature. Why don't you take out your previous works and let us taste them together to see if Shen Lu imitated your paintings?" Feng, drew a picture exactly like yours."

Wen Qingmo's face suddenly turned blue and red, and he couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, Jing Jilin said to Old Yan again, "Shen Lu already had an original work long before this work was drawn, Old Yan might as well take a look, what is the difference between the painting she drew some time ago and the current one?" What a change."

By saying this, Old Yan had already fully felt Jing Jilin's trust in Shen Lu.

That's right, after he came to Yiheng's studio from Shen Lu, he took her to study, and Jing Jilin knew her progress best.

Without full confidence, Jing Jilin would not say that.

"Shen Lu, would you like to show us your previous works?"

Shen Lu nodded and said, "Before dawn, I drew two pictures, but...the two pictures were given to my uncle, but I took photos."

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Shen Boxing (satisfied): I taught it myself!