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He was stunned for a few seconds before recovering and turned to look at Xu Jiayun, "How many years have you studied Chinese painting?"

"It's hard to say how many years, I just... haven't studied it seriously." Xu Jiayun answered truthfully.

"Bullshit!"

Xu Jiayun: “…”

"You can't have never learned to paint like this! Also, your brushstrokes and composition are clearly imitating Shen Zhiyan!"

Jiang Se got annoyed again, and yelled at Xu Jiayun with her hands on her hips, "You really draw well, but I don't like people who lie, especially those who imitate others!"

Xu Jiayun frowned, "I didn't lie..."

"Secretary Jiang!" Jiang Se didn't give Xu Jiayun a chance to explain. She turned around and shouted, "What's going on? How can such a messy person be allowed in? Now! Immediately! Get him out!"

Jiang Mi walked over quickly, looked at Xu Jiayun, frowned and scolded: "Miss Xu, how can you touch Teacher Jiang's paintings casually? Even if you are Mr. Pei's fiancée, you shouldn't be so presumptuous!"

"Sorry." Xu Jiayun apologized directly.

After all, he did take the risk of touching the painting just to attract Jiang Se's attention.

"Xu Jiayun, what's wrong with you?" Pei Sangyu came over, "When did I admit..."

"Ayu, I'm sorry!" Xu Jiayun interrupted Pei Sangyu, stepped forward and took Pei Sangyu's arm, looking at him with red eyes, "I just saw Teacher Jiang's half-finished painting and suddenly got inspired, so I couldn't help it..."

Pei Sangyu's face was gloomy, but after hearing Xu Jiayun's words, he couldn't help but look at the drawing board...

Suddenly, a flash of surprise flashed across his dark eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, replaced by anger, "No matter what the reason, apologize to Teacher Jiang immediately!"

Xu Jiayun took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Se, "Teacher Jiang, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have touched your painting."

Jiang Se looked at Xu Jiayun.

After a moment, he looked at the painting again.

Jiang Se has been famous for many years, and he has seen too many skilled painters. The only thing he will pursue for the rest of his life is a talented painter who can inject soul into a painting with just a brush!

"Forget it." Jiang Se turned his gaze to Xu Jiayun and said meaningfully, "Didn't you say you didn't imitate Shen Zhiyan? Then draw a new one now. There can't be any trace of imitating Shen Zhiyan!"

"I have no choice." Xu Jiayun looked at Jiang Se and said firmly: "This is my painting style."

"This is Shen Zhiyan's style!" Jiang Se shouted, "You said you didn't imitate. How could a truly talented painter imitate someone else's style?"

Xu Jiayun raised an eyebrow, "Then how can you be sure that I imitated Shen Zhiyan?"

"Are you kidding? Are you going to say that Shen Zhiyan imitated you?" Jiang Se laughed angrily, putting his hands on his hips and panting.

Xu Jiayun looked at his furious expression and became calmer. "Teacher Jiang likes Qiu Luo very much, right?"

"Nonsense! That's a painting that amazed the whole world!"

"But Qiu Luo is actually a half-finished product."

"You're talking nonsense! How could Qiu Luo's painting, which is so perfect, still be half-finished?"

"I can prove it to Teacher Jiang." Xu Jiayun stretched out his hand and said with a smirk, "Let me borrow your pen for a moment. Once I draw it, Teacher Jiang will know I'm not lying."

Although Jiang Se thought it was outrageous, Xu Jiayun's gaze at this moment was more determined than joining the party, and he was inexplicably shaken.

He handed his 'big hair' to Xu Jiayun, "Hold it well, don't drop it on the ground again!"

"Don't worry, if you hadn't suddenly pulled me just now, I wouldn't have dropped your pen."

Jiang Se roared again: "You mean you want to blame myself?"

Xu Jiayun curled her lips and suddenly felt that Jiang Se was a little cute.

She spread out new rice paper, mixed the ink, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened her eyes again, and picked up her brush with a stroke...

The execution is clean and neat, the composition is bold, and it is a very satisfying thing to witness this kind of bold and open creative process!

Jiang Se was stunned, her breathing stopped, and the light in her eyes gradually brightened.

Beside him, Pei Sangyu frowned slightly as he looked at Xu Jiayun who was painting seriously.

He never knew Xu Jiayun could paint, and... her painting was exactly the same as Shen Zhiyan's!

The inspiration for "Autumn Fall" comes from Xujia Village.

Back then, Shen Zhiyan stole her painting "Autumn Fall" and entered it into a competition, winning the prize and becoming an instant star. Having tasted the sweetness of success, Shen Zhiyan repeatedly threatened her grandmother to continue painting. Thanks to her paintings, Shen Zhiyan became a renowned Chinese female painter, admired by everyone!

But no one knew that Shen Zhiyan herself couldn't draw at all!

After the last stroke was made, Jiang Se suddenly realized what was going on and covered her mouth for a long time without reacting.

Xu Jiayun put down his paintbrush and turned to meet Jiang Se's shocked eyes. "Teacher Jiang, do you understand now?"

The souls of art are often interconnected.

Just one stroke can bring about a drastic change to the entire painting!

When the autumn moon hangs high in the sky, "Autumn Fall" is given a new life.

"You..." If Jiang Se didn't understand at this moment, then all his years of being called the "Master of Chinese Painting" would be in vain.

"I grew up in Xujia Village, so most of my creative inspiration comes from this village. 'Autumn Fall' depicts Xujia Village during the autumn harvest, with the bright moon hanging high in the night sky after sunset, and the villagers working hard under the moonlight. But before I could paint this bright moon that year, Shen Zhiyan took it away for a competition."

"So, this misty ink isn't the afterglow of dusk, but rather... a cloudy autumn night with a moon?"

Xu Jiayun curled her lips slightly, "Yes."

Jiang Se raised his hand and touched his face, falling into deep thought.

Yan Nanzhou walked over, glanced at Xu Jiayun, and then looked at Jiang Se: "What is the truth? Teacher Jiang actually knows it after witnessing Miss Xu's painting process with his own eyes, right?"

Jiang Se was a little surprised.

Is Yan Nanzhou going to help Xu Jiayun?

Although this is not in line with Yan Nanzhou's usual style of being cold and non-interfering.

Jiang Se couldn't help but look at Xu Jiayun a few more times.

As a childhood friend, it was the first time that Jiang Se saw Yan Nanzhou take the initiative to speak up for someone, and this woman was Pei Sangyu's fiancée.

This... seems interesting!

Jiang Se cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "I can see your strength. People can lie, but painting skills can't. However, there is one thing you must understand. Even if the paintings Shen Zhiyan entered in the competition were created by you, I can't come forward to clear your name. After all, the competition and the award have already been awarded. To publicly clear your name is to tell the world that this so-called international competition is too mediocre."

Xu Jia nodded, "I understand. I just came here to see A Yu today, and I didn't expect to meet Teacher Jiang here. As for painting, it was really when I saw Teacher Jiang's paintings that I couldn't help but..."

"I understand. When inspiration comes, I can't help myself!" Jiang Se said with a smile.

Xu Jiayun touched her nose shyly.

"Boss Pei, I was wondering how you could be so patient. You still have this trick up your sleeve!" Jiang Se looked at Pei Sangyu, smiled, and said, "Then we have decided on the first representative painter for this documentary. It's Xu Jiayun!"

Pei Sangyu's face darkened as he was about to speak, but Xu Jiayun interrupted him and said, "Teacher Jiang, don't get me wrong. Although Ayu knows that I can draw, he doesn't plan to let me go out to work..."

As she spoke, she looked at Pei Sangyu with a shy look in her eyes, one hand still touching her belly.

Pei Sangyu suddenly felt something was wrong when Xu Jiayun seemed to be hesitant to speak!

He frowned and was about to warn Xu Jiayun to stop talking nonsense, but Jiang Se asked first: "Why don't you go to work?!"

Jiang Se's voice suddenly rose a few notches. "We want to film someone who creates this kind of traditional Chinese paintings. There's no one more qualified than you!"

Under Pei Sangyu's murderous gaze, Xu Jiayun turned to look at Jiang Se, who was looking angry, and suddenly smiled sweetly, "I'm pregnant with Ayu's baby. Ayu doesn't want me to be too tired during pregnancy, so I'm afraid I can't accept your invitation, Teacher Jiang."