Elf Emperor, professional vase

Chapter 70

Su Bai pulled open the white cloth covering the flower stand, revealing a canvas that was almost as tall as a person.

On the canvas is a man holding a coffee cup in his hand, but he did not drink it. Instead, he turned his head and looked out of the picture, as if he had discovered something interesting or was having a conversation with someone.

Gorgeous flowers cluster around the man, with delicate brushstrokes, harmonious colors, and clear light and shadow. Almost everyone who sees this painting will have similar thoughts in their minds.

It was a summer evening.

Su Bai's amber eyes became darker and darker, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.

After a long time, Su Bai lowered his head, picked up the paintbrush, and saw that the colors on the palette were mottled. The edges of the paint in the paint box had dried up, and the water in the bucket next to it had become turbid.

When the last stroke was finished, Su Bai threw the brush into the bucket, stared at the completed oil painting, and breathed a sigh of relief.

While he was immersed in painting, Su Bai never noticed that his clothes, face, and hands had been stained with a lot of paint from unknown time, making him look a little more embarrassed.

But Su Bai didn't care. Once the coat was wrapped up, basically nothing could be seen.

For nearly half a month, Su Bai took advantage of the break in shooting and scrapped many canvases before finally completing a work that satisfied him.

Su Bai gently stroked the face of the person in the painting, but the touch on his fingertips was cold, hard and dry, and Su Bai came back to his senses for a moment.

When painting, Su Bai deliberately chose the angle, as if Meng Wen'an was watching someone outside the painting.

After the last conversation with Meng Wen'an, Su Bai struggled several times in his heart.

However, influenced and pulled by the character of the male protagonist of the TV series he was filming, Su Bai's emotions surged and he was in urgent need of a channel to vent.

After weighing the matter, Su Bai chose painting.

The brush carries Su Bai's thoughts and pours them freely on the white canvas.

He hid his thoughts in the painting, so he did not dare to show it to Meng Wen'an.

But deep down, he hoped that the other party could see it.

After a long time, Su Bai raised his phone and pointed it at the painting that was almost the same height as a person.

There was a "click" and the picture was frozen.

After registering an account with the ID white, Su Bai posted the photo on the social platform.

I didn’t put any keywords, and I didn’t post it to relevant forums or fan groups. It was just a sharing of the work, and it was quickly submerged in the ocean of the Internet.

What is a little surprising is that the first person to discover this oil painting was Su Bai's fan.

white white

Damn it, you must see this great artist’s paintings. They are so awesome that I couldn’t help but kneel down on the spot:…

"pretty!"

"Is this painting of Meng Wen'an?"

"That must be a fan of Teacher Meng, right?"

"Looking through this sister's homepage, it seems to be a small account. She just registered not long ago. How did you dig it out, blogger?"

"When I searched for white, "3034 record 0;" popped up! Originally, I wanted to search for Xiaobai."

"ID's name translates to white, and the picture is of Actor Meng. I suddenly had an idea..."

"I also have an idea..."

"This...could he be a CP fan?"

"Not necessarily. If you are a CP fan, you should be talking about two-person pictures, right?"

"That's right."

After the oil painting photo was dug out, it was quickly circulated, and Meng Wen'an's fans poured in one after another.

"The painting is so beautiful! Sister, can I use it as wallpaper?"

"Sisters are so good at drawing! I really felt crazy after seeing this picture, as if I was being watched by Brother Meng."

"Quietly speaking, when I first saw this painting, I felt like my heartbeat skipped a beat. Really, I'm not lying."

"Woooooooo, Brother Meng is looking at me, he must have me in his heart!"

"Meng Wen'an, Meng Wen'an, Meng Wen'an, Brother Meng, come quickly!"

As fans reposted it, the number of reposts became larger and larger, attracting many people who were not fans, and many people in the painting circle who were amazed.

“The processing of all aspects of this painting can be said to be perfect!”

"Really, if I could have these hands, I could play for the rest of my life."

"When I start to be autistic, sometimes I have to admit that the gap between people is simply a huge chasm."

"I don't know who the boss is."

"It looks a bit impressionistic. To be able to achieve this level is definitely a big shot in the industry."

"I wonder if I can identify who it is by the style of painting?"

"Um... I opened a small account. Obviously I don't want to lose my horse. Isn't it a good idea to just open the account?"

"I discussed it with my friends, but I haven't seen this style before."

"I showed it to the teacher, and he couldn't tell who painted it, but he thought highly of the painting."

Meng Wen'an's cell phone rang. It was a message from Song Huan and a photo.

Song Huan: "Lao Meng, come and see, your fans painted it for you."

Meng Wen'an clicked on the small picture and nodded, "It's really beautiful. I can see that the painter is very good."

"It's more than good." Song Huan scrolled through the comments and reposts under the photo. Among them were many people who had been famous in the painting circle for a long time. Although there were some unharmonious voices, on the whole, whether they were people in the industry, Even people outside the industry spoke highly of that oil painting.

"This painting is enough to be auctioned." Song Huan smacked his lips, "There are a lot of people asking for the painting in the comments alone, and I guess there must be more in the private messages."

In the comments, the highest bidder has reached six figures! How can we not shock people?

After all, although this painting is very good, but I don’t know who painted it, so I just bid six figures. This is really not taking money as money.

Song Huan clicked her tongue twice, "Your fans are also joining in the fun, and there are many people who want to buy it. Fortunately, the one who paid six figures is not your fan, otherwise... humph, I will definitely be hacked again."

However, after the account with the ID white posted a photo of an oil painting, there was no other activity.

Even so, this time, white's number of fans jumped from 0 to hundreds of thousands.

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And Su Bai didn't know all this.

His life during this period was very simple. He was filming. If he still had some free time after filming, he would go to the warehouse and continue to paint a few strokes. Intermittently, he completed the second oil painting.

The painting is still of Meng Wen'an. In the painting, he is holding a watering can to water the flowers and plants in the yard. A butterfly lands on his shoulder, attracting his attention.

After the second picture was completed, Su Bai also took a photo and prepared to post it on the social account.

But as soon as he opened it, Su Bai was shocked.

There were so many messages that his phone was stuck for a while before he recovered.

Clicking on the first photo he posted, Su Bai looked at the skyrocketing number of fans and comments and reposts, and felt puzzled. He clearly didn't write any keywords, so how did others find out?

Su Bai glanced at the private messages. Some of them tried to invite Su Bai to start a class and sell them for money, some wanted to ask Su Bai to make an appointment for a painting, and some asked if they could buy the oil painting itself. The prices offered shocked Su Bai.

After a general understanding, Su Bai hesitated for a moment, but no one responded. After posting the second photo, he quit.

"Madam, you are finally online again!!!!"

"This is the second picture, and it's Brother Meng. Damn it, madam, you must be really in love with Brother Meng!"

"Today I am going to pierce the butterfly on Brother Meng's shoulder!"

"My wife seems a bit aloof. She doesn't say anything except posting pictures."

"Meng Wen'an, Meng Wen'an, Meng Wen'an, Brother Meng, are you really not going to turn over your brand!!!"

Just when fans were calling for Meng Wen'an, he was looking at the photo on his phone, thoughtfully.

Like most people, Meng Wen'an also noticed the butterfly on his shoulder in the painting. He murmured, "Is it such a coincidence?"

Meng Wen'an remembered that a butterfly did land on his shoulder before, but he did not water the flowers and plants at that time.

After swiping his finger across the screen a few times, Meng Wen'an murmured, "Maybe I'm just overthinking."

After all, it is not uncommon for a butterfly to fall on one's body, and it is considered a very common creative technique.

With this in mind, he considered it and then paid attention to this mysterious and aloof painter.

Almost not long after Meng Wen'an followed white, he was discovered by fans.

“I succeeded in chasing stars, woo woo woo, I’m so envious of my wife!”

"Ahhh! Brother Meng, I can also draw. How do you think I do?"

"What is this? A two-way journey between idols and fans?"

“I’m really looking forward to my wife’s next painting! Whether it’s Brother Meng or not~”

As if to verify his guess, Meng Wen'an sent both paintings to Su Bai.

After Su Bai finished filming today's scene, as soon as he picked up his phone, he was shocked by the message Meng Wen'an sent to him.

At that moment, Su Bai thought a lot in his mind, but what Su Bai couldn't understand the most was how did Meng Wen'an find out?

Just when Su Bai was extremely confused, the ringtone of his cell phone suddenly rang, and the words Meng Wen'an flashed on the caller ID.

Su Bai panicked, and with a swipe of his hand, he directly pressed the hang up button.

Meng Wen'an looked at the hung up phone and was a little confused. Is today's filming not over yet?

Just when Ji Meng Wen'an was thinking about calling Xing Bin, Su Bai's phone number came back.

"Brother Meng?"

On the phone, Su Bai's voice was a little cautious, "What's the matter?"

Meng Wen'an smiled and said, "What's wrong? Is there nothing wrong, so I can't call you?"

Su Bai whispered: "You clearly know that I didn't mean that..."

"Just kidding you." Meng Wen'an chuckled and said casually, "By the way, have you seen the photo I sent you?"

Su Bai's heart tightened, here it comes!