After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

Chen Ping'an's eyes, which were originally staring at the screen, narrowed slightly.

The camera on the big screen was slightly zoomed out.

All you can see at this point are the lines that outline the portrait, and it is far from being colored.

Perhaps for the purpose of display and publicity, this is a half-length Buddha statue measuring approximately 120x60.

I don't know which statue it is, but I think it looks beautiful.

The smooth and rounded lines seem to be overflowing, making people feel inexplicably peaceful.

Occasionally, the artist's profile and half of his shoulder and arm can be seen in the camera.

Chen Pingan suddenly strode forward.

The bodyguard was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly nodded to another bodyguard. The two of them hurried forward, one in front and one behind, to make a way for the boss.

Chen Pingan nodded to the bodyguard and said "Thank you" seriously.

The bodyguard grinned and said, "Boss, be careful, there are indeed a lot of people."

Chen Pingan squeezed into the crowd and got to the front, only to find that in fact, in order to protect the Chinese personnel who came to exchange ideas and to allow the participants to see more clearly, the authorities had set up a two-meter isolation zone.

In an isolated space of about ten square meters, a young woman is painting on a huge workbench with her head down.

Because she was looking down, Chen Ping'an couldn't see her face. He could only see that she was wearing a white short-sleeved cashmere sweater. There were rolls of paper on the workbench, and she was bending over to paint.

There is a pushable cart on the left side of the workbench.

There were various bottles on top, and a larger bottle on the side.

There are more than a dozen plates of different sizes stacked together, instead of the common palette.

There is also a large piece of text and pictures hanging on the wall behind the woman, which is about the painter.

Chen Pingan read it carefully.

The woman's hairstyle at this time is the same as in the picture, a simple bun, to make it easier to draw.

The woman in front of him, named Lanxiang, didn't even raise her head as she was quietly painting. The whispers around her and the sounds of mobile phones taking pictures had no effect on her at all.

Chen Pingan looked at it for a while and thought that it would look better if he lit a stick of incense next to it.

He just stood in the front and watched Lanxiang finish outlining the lines.

What was shown on the big screen was her painting directly on white paper with a thin brush.

No draft, just one stroke!

It can be seen that when she saw the piece of paper, the image in her mind had already appeared. All she did was to trace the lines that were already on the paper with a pen.

Chen Ping'an watched for nearly an hour, then Lanxiang stood up, gently patted her waist with her delicate hands, put down her pen, took a small plate and put it aside.

Then he picked a bottle, opened it, and poured out some powder.

She raised her head and looked at the audience in front of her, and paused slightly when her eyes swept over Chen Ping'an's face.

Then he said, “These bottles contain mineral powder, which is also a natural pigment.

After fine grinding and mixing with special glue, these colors can remain unchanged for thousands of years.

Ancient murals and Buddha statues all used this kind of pigment, so even after thousands of years, they can still maintain their original color without fading.

Moreover, the coloring process is very complicated, and basically requires more than three layers. The most time-consuming part of these portraits is coloring..."

She speaks Chinese, but now Chinese is the most important international language and basically everyone can understand it.

If there are some things that are not understood, there will be someone to explain quietly.

When she stood up, Chen Pingan also saw her appearance.

He had seen countless beauties in his two lifetimes, but no woman had ever made him feel peaceful and comfortable from the bottom of his heart just by looking at her photo.

He had seen stunning, sexy, charming, well-built, and inhumanly beautiful women.

Even though I was still in a spiritual state at that time and had no desire, I had indeed seen a lot.

Yuncheng is a southern city, and southern women are petite and have good skin, so fundamentally he has seen too many beauties.

There are a lot of things to do in the past two years, but whether it is Dong Wanwan, Huo Shiyun or Mao Peiyao, don’t they all have their own beauty?

The photo alone made him feel different. When he saw her appearance, Chen Pingan felt that no words could describe how he felt.

If he had to evaluate the woman's appearance, he would rather use the word "pleasing to the eyes and pleasing to the heart" to describe her.

He admits.

He is interested in this woman.

Chen Ping'an watched her pick up the big bottle, pour some on the paint, and then start stirring.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw his father. "Do you want to see more?"

Chen Shaohua asked in a low voice.

Chen Pingan raised his hand to check the time. Unknowingly, he had been standing for almost an hour.

Then he looked at Lanxiang, who had already started to color with a brush, and sighed softly, "Let's go."

After he squeezed out with Chen Shaohua, he saw Chen Shuhui and Liu Qing also looking up at the big screen.

"Man, this woman is amazing! She draws so well."

Chen Shuhui exclaimed, but her voice was not loud.

Chen Pingan nodded. "It's amazing. I really like these paintings. They make me feel calm."

He glanced at the screen again and said, "Let's go. I'll ask someone to buy a few more."

Chen Shuhui continued, “I watched it yesterday, and when I watched it again today, I still found it incredible.

She must have drawn countless paintings before she could sketch directly on white paper and get it right the first time.

Moreover, she is so beautiful.

Brother, I have never seen a sister more beautiful than her."

Chen Pingan chuckled and said, "Huihui, you are not quite right.

If you really look at her facial features and appearance, she is not the most beautiful.

The key is her temperament and talent, which give her an unusual impression... the more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes, and it's very pleasing to the eye.

That’s what most people don’t have.”

Chen Shaohua coughed and said, "Don't you want to buy a few? Or, why don't you go over and ask how much they're selling for?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No need. I'll arrange for someone to buy it."

Edwards and Brianna came over with Delma.

It is rare to see Deerma holding a prayer wheel in her hand, and it seems that she can't let it go.

Chen Pingan stared at the prayer wheel for a while, "Edwards, I want to buy all the paintings that woman has drawn."

He pointed to the big screen.

Edwards took a look and said, "I don't know much about this."

Chen Pingan said: "You have no knowledge of Tibetan Buddhism. This woman is called Lanxiang and she is from the Dunhuang Painting and Calligraphy Academy.

Very young and very beautiful.

Her paintings make me feel calm and peaceful.”

Edwards looked at him inquiringly, and Chen Pingan nodded.

"Okay, leave it to me. I'll buy them no matter how many she draws."

Then he said to Brianna and Delma, "You go back first, I'm going to do something!"