Abandoned daughter of a wealthy family? The real daughter is making waves in Beijing!

Ruan Xingmian's half of the open space has been covered with a special dark color, but this dark color is not monotonous, and is presented to everyone in a certain adaptive way.

The original irregular lines and black spots have also been integrated into this dark color, and the interlacing of light and dark outlines a picture of a clear lotus at night.

What shocked Sun Wanyu even more was that the water droplets rolling down the lotus leaves in the painting were filled with moonlight, reflecting half of a clear lotus flower.

Although the lotus flower is small, the details are perfect, and even the stamens are clearly visible.

Even she who has studied painting for 20 years cannot achieve this kind of super-level detailed depiction.

The details throughout the painting are stunningly exquisite.

When Ruan Xingmian stopped moving with his pen, no one in the audience had woken up from this vivid picture of clear lotus at night.

Sun Wanyu has grown up in a competitive atmosphere. She has experienced everything from domestic competitions to international famous competitions to professional-level painting exams, and has achieved good results.

She considered herself not a person who couldn't bear it, but the moment she saw this painting, she suddenly lost the urge to continue painting.

She took several deep breaths, then managed to calm down and lower her head to complete her painting.

The smiles of Meng Wen and Ruan Yueyin, who were waiting to see the joke, froze. The two people who had never dealt with each other had a rare tacit understanding this time and showed dumbfounded expressions.

How can it be?

How could Ruan Xingmian paint such ink paintings with beautiful artistic conception and touching details?

Ruan Xingmian did not put down the pen after finishing the painting, but looked at the painting without saying a word.

After she noticed from the corner of her eye that Sun Wanyu had stopped writing, she put the painting down.

This detail was also captured by Fu Siyan.

His indifferent eyes instantly revealed a touch of tenderness that was more touching than the moonlight.

His sleep was so beautiful that he felt a little ashamed of himself.

At the same time, applause from all around sounded like thunder.

Sun Wanyu knew that the applause did not belong to her, and her eyes dimmed quietly.

When she noticed Ruan Xingmian walking towards her, her heart sank silently, waiting for Ruan Xingmian's ridicule.

"The concept of your painting is very good. If you can slightly reduce the hazy feeling, accentuate the silhouette of the mountain scenery a little more, and then modify the sunlight a little, the artistic conception of the whole painting will be better."

Sun Wanyu looked up in surprise and saw that her eyes were clear and bright, without any sarcasm or ridicule, and her sinking heart suddenly returned to its original position.

After listening to Ruan Xingmian's suggestion, she turned back and looked at her painting carefully, and it was indeed like this.

Because her mood had changed, even if she managed to finish the painting, she could not express her artistic conception.

Thinking of this, she breathed a sigh of relief, "I am convinced that I lost!"

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked quite artistic couldn't wait to say, "Ms. Ruan, I'm sorry to bother you, but I like your painting so much. After the ink dries, can you let me print this piece?" Buy the painted tiles?”

"You want to buy it?" Ruan Xingmian, who had seen a lot of the world, was also shocked by his words.

"I know my request is a bit rude, but I really, really like your paintings. Whether it's your handling of details or the exquisite artistic conception revealed in the whole painting, they all hit me very hard. If you are willing Sell ​​it to me, and I promise to arrange for someone to finish the tiles here tomorrow. No, I can do it tonight.”

The man became more and more excited as he talked, looking straight at Ruan Xingmian.

As long as Ruan Xingmian nodded, he could immediately dig out the tiles and fill up the dug place.

When other people saw him with his head completely turned on, no one thought he was exaggerating.

If he hadn't been quick to talk, they would have asked.

Seeing that he really liked it, Ruan Xingmian asked her parents, "Mom and Dad, can you accept the tiles at home being bought?"

When other people heard this, what did they mean when the tiles at home were bought?

People are buying her paintings, okay!

Meng Yunxiu and Ruan Zhaoliang looked at each other, both of them feeling helpless.

Ruan Zhaoliang said: "Mianmian, what Mr. Zhang wants is your painting. If you don't have any objection, neither will your parents."

Mr. Zhang looked at Ruan Xingmian overjoyed. When he saw Ruan Xingmian nodding, he was so happy that he almost jumped up on the spot.

"Please step back and give my painting some space so it will dry faster!"

After that, he took out his mobile phone and called his assistant, "Yes, it's the marble tiles from Ruan Dong's family. Customize that one. Let the masters come and don't leave any behind!"

Seeing his excited and attentive look, everyone secretly regretted that they were a step too late!

"Miss Ruan, can you paint on the clothes? I only need a small one, and you can set the price as you like."

Ruan Xingmian saw everyone retreating and was about to return to her parents when she was stopped by a noble lady again.

Before Ruan Xingmian could reply, others rushed around him.

Each request is more outrageous than the last.

"Miss Ruan, can you paint on the bag? I don't choose what to paint, I can just write a word!"

"Ms. Ruan, is it okay to do a manicure? As long as you agree, I can remove the manicure on the spot. Even if you don't paint, it's okay. You can help me design a scene, I'll record it, and my manicurist will be responsible for restoring it."

"Miss Ruan..."

Ruan Xingmian was almost overwhelmed by the crowd.

Fu Siyan was afraid that something might happen to her, so he rushed in and fished her out, and said to everyone: "Please be patient and step back to make way for us."

His voice was deep and magnetic, showing a strength that could not be denied.

The crowd that had been pushing each other just now dispersed immediately.

Fu Siyan glanced at Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang reached his heart and immediately said: "Miss Ruan, I was interrupted just now. I haven't said that I would negotiate the price with you! But you are a child with a sincere heart and a bright temper. Uncle Zhang can't be stingy. For 100 million, you can give the bank Send me the card number and Uncle Zhang will transfer it to you."

Before Ruan Xingmian could answer, the people who had just asked Ruan Xingmian to draw were all shocked.

"One hundred million? Mr. Zhang, are you driving up prices?"

Mr. Zhang was unhappy, "What price gouging? You can see how good the artistic conception and texture of this painting are without me telling you. Although Miss Ruan doesn't have a name in the painting world yet, after tonight she will definitely Will become a new star in the painting world.”

"It's not worth 100 million! Wan Yu is still a disciple of Master Bai Shu, so it's not worth this price!"

Sun Wanyu, who had never had a chance to speak, heard this and immediately said: "But Miss Ruan is better at painting than me, even better than my teacher. Her paintings are priceless treasures."

The others who were yelling at you just now stopped talking.

Sun Wanyu even said that she was better than her teacher, what else could they say?

At this time, Fu Siyan said again: "Since everyone likes Mianmian's paintings, then go to the housekeeper to register. Based on Mr. Zhang's price, Mianmian will send the bill to everyone's mobile phone. "

The scene was silent for two seconds, and soon people began to make excuses to leave.

"No, I have a stomachache and I want to go too."

"My eyelashes fell off. I went to the bathroom to look for them."

"Wait for me, my manicure is also discolored, I need to touch it up."

The reasons why those people asked Ruan Xingmian for paintings a second ago were outrageous, and now they are looking for reasons to escape. How ridiculous.