Elf King, Professional Vase

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

On the canvas is a man, holding a coffee cup in his hand, but did not drink it, but turned his head to look out of the picture, as if he found something interesting, and seemed to be talking to someone.

Gorgeous flowers are clustered 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 deeper and deeper, making it difficult to see what he was thinking clearly.

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

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

When he was immersed in painting, Su Bai didn't realize that his clothes, face, and hands had been stained with a lot of paint at some point, making him look a bit more embarrassed.

But Su Bai didn't care about it, when the time comes, when the coat is wrapped, basically nothing can be seen.

In nearly half a month, Su Bai took advantage of the gap between shooting and scrapped many canvases before he finally completed a work that he was quite satisfied with.

Su Bai gently stroked the face of the person in the painting, but the touch from his fingertips was cold, hard and dry, which brought Su Bai back to his senses in an instant.

When painting, Su Bai deliberately chose the angle, at this moment it seems that Meng Wen'an is watching someone outside the painting.

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

However, under the influence and pull of the heroine's personality of the TV series he is filming, Su Bai's heart is full of emotions, and he urgently needs a channel to vent.

After weighing, Su Bai chose painting.

The paintbrush carries Su Bai's thoughts and pours them wantonly on the pure white canvas.

He hid his thoughts in the painting, so he didn't dare to show it to Meng Wenan.

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

After a long time, Su Bai raised his mobile phone and aimed at the painting that was almost as tall as a person.

With a "click", the picture freezes.

After registering a trumpet with an id of white, Su Bai posted that photo on the social platform.

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

It is a little surprising that Su Bai's fans were the first to discover this oil painting.

in vain white

Fuck, you must see this great god's painting, it's so awesome, I can't help but kneel on the spot: ...

"pretty!"

"This painting is Meng Wen'an?"

"That should be Teacher Meng's fan, right?"

"Looked at this sister's homepage, it seems to be a trumpet, and she just registered for a short time. How did you dig it out, blogger?"

"After I searched for white, it popped up amp3034 and scored 0! Originally, I wanted to search for Xiaobai."

"The name of id translates to white, and the painting is Meng Yingdi, I suddenly had an idea..."

"I also have an idea..."

"This...couldn't be a cp fan?"

"Not necessarily, if it's a CP fan, it should be a two-person picture, right?"

"That's right."

After the oil painting photos were dug up, they were quickly circulated, and Meng Wenan's fans poured in.

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

"My sister is so good at drawing! I was really moved 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 heart skipped a beat. Really, I'm not lying."

"Woooooo, 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 here!"

As fans retweeted, the amount of retweets increased, attracting many people who were not fans, and many people in the painting circle were amazed.

"The handling of all aspects of this painting can be said to be perfect!"

"Really, if I could have this hand, I could play for the rest of my life."

"Beginning to be autistic, sometimes I have to admit that the gap between people is simply a natural moat."

"I don't know which boss it is."

"Looking at the feeling of some impressionism, it is definitely the existence of a bigwig in the industry to be able to reach this level."

"I don't know if I can identify who it is through the style of painting?"

"Eh...they opened a trumpet, obviously they just don't want to lose their horses, so wouldn't it be good to open it directly?"

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

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

Meng Wenan's cell phone rang, it was a message from Song Huan, and there was a photo.

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

Meng Wenan clicked on the small picture, nodded, "It's really beautiful, I can see that the artist is very good at painting."

"It's more than very good." Song Huan flipped through the comments and reposts under the photo. Among them, there are many people who have been famous in the painting circle for a long time. Although there are some unharmonious voices, on the whole, no matter if they are people in the industry, People who are still outside the industry have a very high evaluation of that oil painting.

"Just this painting is enough to be auctioned." Song Huan smacked his lips, "There are quite a few people asking for a painting in the comments alone, and there must be more private messages."

And in the comments, the highest bid has reached six figures!How can it not be shocking?

After all, although this painting is very good, but they don't know who painted it, so they bid six figures directly, which is really not taking money for money.

Song Huan clicked his tongue twice, "Your fans are also here to join in the fun, and there are quite a few people who want to buy it. Fortunately, the one who pays six figures is not your fan, otherwise... Humph, I will definitely be hacked again."

However, after the account with the id white posted a picture of an oil painting, there was no other movement.

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

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And all this, Su Bai didn't know.

His life during this period was very simple. After filming, if he still had some leisure time after filming, he went to the warehouse to continue painting a few strokes, and finished the second oil painting intermittently.

The painting was still Meng Wenan. In the painting, he was holding a watering can to water the flowers and plants in the yard. A butterfly landed 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 taken aback.

There were too many messages, and 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 the forwarding of comments, and felt puzzled. He obviously didn't write any keywords, how did others find out?

Su Bai glanced at the private messages, there were those who tried to invite Su Bai to start a class to sell money, some who wanted to ask Su Bai for a manuscript, and some who asked if they could buy the oil painting itself, and the prices offered surprised Su Bai.

After a general understanding, Su Bai hesitated for a while, but no one responded, and quit after posting the second photo.

"Ma'am, you are finally online again!!!!"

"The second picture is still Brother Meng, what the hell, madam, you must really love Brother Meng!"

"Today I'm going to soul wear the butterfly on Brother Meng's shoulder!"

"My wife seems to be a bit cold, she doesn't talk except posting pictures."

"Meng Wen'an, Meng Wen'an, Meng Wen'an, Brother Meng, are you really not flipping your cards!!!"

When the fans called Meng Wenan, he was staring at the photo on his phone, thinking.

Like most people, Meng Wenan also noticed the butterfly on his shoulder in the painting, and he murmured, "Could it be such a coincidence?"

Meng Wenan remembered that a butterfly landed on his shoulder before, but he didn't water the flowers and plants at that time.

After swiping his finger across the screen a few times, Meng Wenan murmured, "Maybe, I'm just thinking too much."

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

Thinking about this, after thinking about it, he paid attention to this mysterious and aloof painter.

Almost not long after Meng Wenan followed White, he was discovered by fans.

"Successful in chasing stars, woo woo woo, I'm so envious of my wife!"

"Ahhh! Brother Meng, I can also draw. What do you think of me?"

"What is this? Two-way running between idols and fans?"

"I'm really looking forward to my wife's next painting! Whether it's Brother Meng or not~"

Seemingly wanting to verify his guess, Meng Wenan sent both paintings to Su Bai.

After Su Bai finished filming today's scene, he just picked up his phone when he was startled by the message Meng Wen'an sent 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 struggling, the phone rang suddenly, and on the caller ID, the word Meng Wen'an was flashing non-stop.

Su Bai panicked, slipped his hand, and directly pressed the end button.

Looking at the hung up phone, Meng Wenan was a little puzzled. Could it be that today's filming is not over yet?

Just when Meng Wenan was considering whether to call Xing Bin, Su Bai called back.

"Brother Meng?"

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

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

Su Bai said in a low voice: "You clearly know that I didn't mean that..."

"You're kidding." Meng Wenan chuckled, seemingly casually, "By the way, have you seen the photo I sent you?"

Su Bai's heart tightened, here we come!