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The key is that this is just the beginning.

Song Sha quickly replaced the missing corners of the ancient painting with spare rice paper brought by Zhang Siyi.

It's easy to replace, but the difficulty lies in gluing it to the original painting.

If one is not glued well, the defects will be quite obvious, which will greatly affect the beauty of the painting and give people the impression that it has been repaired.

So the highlights are all behind.

Others didn't know the secret, but Zhang Siyi knew it, so when she saw Song Sha didn't rush to fix it, but used a mirror to find the lines, Zhang Siyi swallowed her saliva.

Only if you can find the texture of the painting can you know that his skill is deep.

Zhang Siyi became more and more focused as she watched, causing others to wonder, could Song Sha really know how to retouch paintings?

If she really knows how to repair it, is the three hours she said really possible?

But Zhang Siyi can't.

So after all that, Song Sha is more powerful than Zhang Siyi? !

"!!!"

Everyone started whispering again, and Gu Shangyu stood aside. Her peach blossom eyes without gold-rimmed glasses became deeper and deeper. She seemed affectionate but was actually ruthless, but it was rare to have a layer of light today.

Song Sha always surprises him, and she seems to have seen her like this before.

A familiar feeling crept into my heart. This was not the first time this feeling had occurred.

After finding the pattern, Song Sha put down the mirror and twisted her sore neck.

She was not in a hurry to glue it together, but looked at Gu Rongrong who was holding Ning Jiang in her hand.

But at this critical moment, she has not forgotten her mission.

"Rongrong, come here." Song Sha moved a chair for Gu Rongrong and placed it next to her.

Ning Jiang didn't understand what she meant, but he still let Rong Rong go.

Gu Rongrong climbed on the stool, which was just high enough for the table, "What's wrong with Ah Yi? Do you need Rongrong's help?"

Song Sha: "Well, I need to keep an eye on Auntie and supervise me, okay?"

"But Ha Yi is great and doesn't need Rong Rong's supervision." Gu Rong Rong is young, but he knows it well, like a little adult: "But Rong Rong can stay here with Ah Yi."

Song Sha was startled, then smiled: "Okay."

Gluing was not difficult for Song Sha. She repaired the corners of the ancient painting in less than ten minutes under the gaze of everyone.

The new rice paper has no trace of newness, but overlaps with the original painting. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to tell that it is glued on.

Everyone: "!!!"

But the best is yet to come.

What is really difficult is to take over the brush strokes of ancient paintings. In the strict sense, it is called taking over the brush strokes, but in a more common sense, it is called copying.

It is also more profound than copying, so people in the circle call it "Jiu Chuan".

Zhang Siyi saw that Song Sha was good at inking, and before she was about to start using it, she said, "Don't you look at the original drawing?"

She was still afraid. After all, this was an authentic artifact from the Ming Dynasty. If it was destroyed, it would really be gone.

"No need." Song Sha said, "The pattern can be determined based on the traces."

"Are you sure that the traces must be the same as the graphics?" Zhang Siyi twitched her lips and said, "If you make a mistake, you can't change it back. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Song Sha: "Thanks for the reminder."

But it really doesn't need to be.

Because the graphics themselves were in her head.

Song Sha ignored her and explained to Rong Rong: "The ink must be crushed, otherwise the ink will be dizzy. You have to start gently and raise your hands quickly."

A painting session turned into a class.

Gu Rongrong listened carefully, and the others were stunned for a while.

When I saw the back, my eyes were stunned for a moment.

This new daughter-in-law of the Gu family is incredible!

Someone measured the time, and one hour and twenty minutes have passed. Song Sha has repaired the corners, and the drawing has a new look. Now it's time to see Song Sha's true skills.

Song Sha picked up the pen, and everyone was affected by her actions.

Among them are Ning Kexin and Zhang Siyi.

Gu Minghe would rather not deal with him for ten thousand years, even if he is a child.

He saw Ning Kexin looking at the ancient painting without blinking, her eyes almost popping out of her head, and he sneered.

"I don't know who said no, why are you so good? Come on, you can practice it and let me see. If it doesn't work, you are a big-headed idiot. Some people are just good at talking."

Ning Ran glanced at him and said, "I don't know who it is. You are still chasing stars at such an old age. Are you fifteen?"

Gu Ming: "Oh, I can't explain it, so I'm attacking because of my age. I'm star-chasing and I'm proud, it's none of your business, little dwarf."

"Who are you calling a dwarf?" Ning Ning's heart beat up.

Gu Ming was condescending: "Whoever agrees will be short."

The two ancestors quarreled on the spot. The people in the room had already heard the music go in one ear and out the other. They were all used to it.

Gu Rongrong, who was at the front, turned his head and said like an adult: "Are you childish? Children only quarrel, please don't disturb Wo Ah Yi's work, okay?"

"Go out and make a noise."

After Gu Rongrong finished speaking, she sighed: "It's really disturbing."

The two fell silent.

Everyone in the audience: "!"

Look at how their babies have grown up, and now they can teach their brothers and sisters. Sure enough, the ancestors want the little ancestors to rule them.

Song Sha rubbed Gu Rongrong's soft face and continued painting.

Song Sha's technique is fast and her painting skills are superb. The outlines she draws almost perfectly match the original painting.

When Zhang Siyi saw it at the end, she couldn't help but pull out the original picture on her phone. After comparing it before and after, she couldn't find a single flaw!

She swallowed.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Song Sha was painting seriously, and Mo Yong never noticed it. Zhang Siyi didn't care whether she was slapped in the face or not, so she walked over and picked up the ink grinder to help her.

The ink cannot be stopped, otherwise the ink will sink and the resulting painting will be smudged.

At that time, it will not be a matter of shame, but that the Cultural Relics Bureau will not be able to explain.

After exactly three hours, Song Sha put away her pen and nodded with satisfaction.

The painting still needs to dry before final framing.

But the painting is finished.

Zhang Siyi changed her previous attitude and made a 360-degree change. She watched the painting and output comments.

"The color and line processing are great! The brush and ink throughout the painting are exactly the same as the author's, it's perfect!"

"Sure enough, hard work is worthless in front of talent!"