Indulge in fire at the apex of Lord Shen

"Can you show us the painting you took?" Old Yan couldn't help but want to see how she has grown recently.

Shen Lu didn't hesitate, took out his phone, and searched for the only photo he took recently.

The first one was the first oil painting she drew. Now Shen Lu looks like a mess, so she feels a little embarrassed.

But in the second picture, her brushwork has completely recovered. There is no doubt that her lonely and gloomy style has been completed, but it is not completely gloomy. They are like finishing touches, enlivening the original gloomy picture.

The work submitted by Shen Lu is a continuation of the style, with skilled brushwork. Although there are flaws, the flaws are not concealed.

These people have tasted many paintings, and they have naturally seen many works similar to Xiang Sheng.

But it was the first time they saw a little girl who could draw such a mature work within half a year after learning to draw.

If it wasn't for Zangzhuo, then the girl in front of me might be extremely talented.

After watching Shen Lu's paintings, they looked at Shen Lu with more thought and choice.

Old Yan's expression was a little more satisfied, it seemed that she was really a very talented girl.

He looked at Wen Qingmo who was standing not far away, and showed Wen Qingmo the painting of her in Shen Lu's phone.

Although the two works are different, the drawing method is the same.

"Mr. Wen, what else do you want to say?"

Wen Qingmo's face flushed for a while, and the guilt was finally maximized.

"Mr. Wen, where did you get Shen Lu's painting? I was the only one who had seen this painting before it was sent to the Federation of Paintings." Jing Jilin looked at Wen Qingmo sharply, "If you can't give us a reasonable Explain, then I will not be soft."

Just now before Shen Lu proved himself, the eyes of those people from the Painting Federation were looking at him, and now they all moved to Wen Qingmo.

And Shen Lu was watching him quietly, waiting for him to tell the truth.

Wen Qingmo didn't say anything, just broke the jar and said, "I copied it, what can you do with me?"

He glanced at Shen Lu with a little complacency, "I won't participate in this competition at worst, what can you do with me?"

This was the first time everyone had seen such a brazen person, and it was Yan Lao who was so calm, they were all pissed off by him.

"Kick him out! Members of the Federation of Paintings will never be allowed to contact him again!"

Wen Qingmo was invited out, upon seeing this, Shen Lu also followed.

The members of the Painting Federation are discussing what to do with Shen Lu's works, whether to order No. 1 or something, and they are still undecided.

Outside the convention and exhibition center, Wen Qingmo walked out with a sullen expression on his face.

If I had known that he would not have taken the job, I thought that a little girl could be suppressed into chaos with just a few words, but I didn't expect that she would be so difficult to deal with, and she was taught a lesson instead.

The money you want is really too little!

Wen Qingmo thought to himself, but heard someone behind him say, "Someone showed you my painting."

That soft voice made Wen Qingmo's footsteps stop.

He looked back, and saw Shen Lu wearing a mint green dress, looking at him indifferently.

"It's none of your business!" Wen Qingmo's face was full of irritability, "If you dare to come over and say something more, believe it or not, I will kill you?!"

Shen Lu didn't pay attention to his words, and said loudly again, "It's the photo Gu Luo gave you."

Wen Qingmo froze, her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't say a complete sentence in a daze, "You...how do you..."

The girl who was facing the scorching sun had her eyelashes trembling slightly, and the densely long eyelashes cast a distinct shadow at the end of her eyes.

When Shen Lu sent the painting to Jing Jilin that day, only Gu Luo was there.

Gu Luo thought that others couldn't see the action of her secretly filming, but Shen Lu saw it. She didn't think much about it at the time, but today's things have developed to the present, and she has to think about it.

Shen Lu really couldn't figure out why Gu Luo was so hostile to her, and even went so far as to find someone to copy her paintings, just to ruin her.

Wen Qingmo was flustered for a while, and then he came back. He sneered, "What can you do if you know? Miss Gu, you can't afford it."

As for Shen Lu, he just glanced at him calmly, and said in a flat tone, "I can't do anything about her, please tell her, people are doing what the sky is watching."

This time there was no danger, but even if Gu Luo dared to attack her, Shen Lu was not made of clay figurines.

Even if it's Miss Gu's family, she won't stop there.

After the words fell, Shen Lu turned and left.

The mint green long skirt was flamboyant, like a beautiful butterfly, proud and cold.

After returning to the art exhibition, Shen Lu's will was a little depressed, and his energy was not as good as before.

She pursed her lips and sat on the bench outside the art exhibition, quietly thinking about what happened today.

From the beginning of her painting to today, it has been smooth sailing, but what happened today clearly told her that no matter what she does, it is impossible to be smooth sailing.

In the future, there will only be more such things, or more shameless things than this. She escaped the first time, how can she escape the second time?

Until then, what should she do...

She raised her head and looked at the sky outside through the large diamond-shaped glass, and a white flying pigeon flew past her eyes, flying forward indomitably.

Looking at the white pigeon, Shen Lu felt more and more uncomfortable, and his eyes were a little sore.

"Shen Lu, why are you sitting here? Elder Yan has something to look for you." Jing Jilin looked for Shen Lu for a long time, and when he came out of the painting exhibition, he saw her, and he hurriedly shouted.

"Looking for me?"

Shen Lu calmed down, stood up from the bench, and ran all the way to Jing Jilin's side.

"Yes, come with me."

The two walked into the painting exhibition hall together. At this moment, Old Yan was standing alone in front of the re-hanging painting of Shen Lu.

After that, Jing Jilin stopped following her, so Shen Lu had to walk over by himself.

"Old Yan."

The soft voice has the unique softness of a little girl, and it doesn't sound like someone who can burst out with such great potential.

Thinking of this, Old Yan showed a slight smile on his face, "Your paintings are very good, but there are some shortcomings."

When Shen Lu heard the sound, he immediately took two steps towards him, listening to Yan Lao's somewhat old but sonorous teaching.

Shen Lu bit his lip, but his eyes were very bright.

"You always want to make the corners here have more obvious colors, so the paint is not spread on purpose, right?"

Hearing what Yan Lao said, Shen Lu nodded a little embarrassedly.

"You can tell it was Xiao Lin who taught you at a glance." Yan Lao said with a smile, "Would you like to worship me as a teacher now, and I will teach you in the future?"

Shen Lu didn't hear what Yan Lao said behind him, he was still embarrassed and just nodded.