Mysterious Commander, High Profile Love

Ye Luo raised his eyes and looked at the thin teacher, very puzzled: "Teacher, what did you say, I don't understand. Didn't you ask me to do a review yesterday?"

Teacher Yang chuckled: "Isn't that I want to see you, you haven't answered me yet, how did you draw it?"

Ye Luo looked candid: "Just take a pen and draw casually, teacher, don't blame me, that's great, I will definitely learn the introduction to linguistics."

It's great not to write a review.

"Whatever you paint? A random painting can draw a picture that both masters grabbed? Ye Luo, are you a fool as a teacher?"

Ye Luo said innocently: "I don't know why they want to rob, maybe I painted very different and realistic, right?"

She had a pair of clear water eyes flashing, and her long curly eyelashes were flapped one by one, speaking very sincerely.

Countless horses flashed through Yang's heart.

Is it true that classmate Ye Luo didn't even know the value of that painting?

Is it true that she painted casually as she said?

"You really don't know?"

"I don't know, it's said that I threatened it outside, but I really didn't."

"Of course it wasn't you who threatened them. Both of them are stubborn old men. Pointing a gun at them will not bow their heads. The master has the arrogance of a master, and those people don't know what to say."

Ye Luo's eyes widened: "Teacher, do you know those two masters?"

"Xu Yunfei is my eldest uncle, I learned painting from him when I was young."

Ye Luo smiled and said, "Then you must know why they robbed my painting."

"Are you sure you don't know?"

Ye Luo shook his head sincerely, "I'm still wondering."

"Really painted casually?"

"It's not a casual painting, it's a picture that has always been in my mind. The other day I was dragged by my senior to paint and I painted it."

"Who taught your painting technique and who did you learn from?"

Ye Luo wanted to talk to my master, but she didn't know anyone in this world when her master's name said.

"It's an old man in Sanqingshan."

Teacher Yang asked excitedly: "What is the name of the old man, can you give me a specific address?"

Ye Luo shook his head: "You can hardly find the place in Sanqingshan, especially my village. Even if I go back, I can't guarantee to find it now."

"It's a pity, that old gentleman must be a master."

"What kind of master?"

"Do you know what technique you used in the painting? It is a lost brocade ash pile! The brocade ash pile requires very high technical content, but it seems to be a random sketch of the painter. Although the painting is new, it looks like it has a history of thousands of years. The sense of history is particularly heavy, and the scene is realistic and three-dimensional, which makes people feel like they are in the painting."

Ye Luo blinked and listened, is her painting really that good?

She used to paint, and Master always said that she didn't care about it, but just dealt with it.

No one has praised her so much.

Ye Luo looked at his own hands. These clumsy hands could draw such a highly rated painting. After hearing this, Master probably laughed at how strange they were rare.

"Teacher, are you exaggerating?"

"It's not so good. How can two masters grab them? Don't you know. Brocade ash pile requires painters to be good at portraits, grasses, scriptures, seals, and be able to imitate various fonts and draw flowers, birds, fish, insects, and landscape figures. They are familiar with various monuments. To put it bluntly, the shape of the extension and bronze ware can only be drawn by the master of the master!

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