My 1991

Silly Gou's tricks made Lu An and Meng Qingchi unable to deal with them.

What a fucking disgrace!

Comrade Gao Yao, how did you cultivate such a top talent before?

There were so many people now that Lu An couldn't beat the dog, but he made a note of it in his notebook and waited for the future to settle the score.

Grandma is a bitch! After three days of not applying Fang Jie Wa, it seems that there is still too little.

At the same time, I am also thinking that I have to find a way to make it wake up in the future. It is best to let it learn to learn on its own. Otherwise, how can it be done by relying on others for everything?

The second painting is different from the first, focusing on the side.

Zeng Xin was very conscious of dedicating himself to art. Not only did he unbutton his coat, but the underlying underwear inside also retreated to the bottom of the mountainside, half puffy and half shrugged, completely revealing his career line.

Not to mention, although this woman looks average, she has quite a lot of capital, and she looks C plus.

Because of the foundation of the first painting, Lu An had a good understanding of Zeng Xin's expression, so the second painting was completed quickly.

Before three o'clock in the afternoon, I put away my paintbrush.

"Finished?"

Seeing Lu An put the brush aside and stop continuing, Zeng Xin, who noticed it immediately, asked immediately.

"It's over, come and take a look." Lu An said, rubbing his sore wrist.

Zeng Xin came to the easel and was silent for a long time before saying sincerely:

"I like this one very much. I wonder if I can complete a portrait of this level in my lifetime?"

Lu An also felt that the second one was better, more eye-catching and more satisfying.

But I don’t know how to comfort the other person. After all, painting is like mathematics, it really requires talent and understanding.

There are often people in this world who work hard but have no results. Forcibly comforting them may make people more sad.

Yu Guanzhi seemed to prefer the second one. After staring at the oil painting for about ten minutes, he suddenly asked Zeng Xin:

"Ms. Zeng, can I part with this painting?"

This question was asked very abruptly, and everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Yu Guanzhi himself seemed to realize it. After asking, he smiled reservedly at Lu An, obviously understanding that he shouldn't ask questions on such occasions.

Zeng Xin was a little surprised and turned to look at her, as if to say: The master is right in front of you, wouldn't it be more meaningful to ask her to draw you a picture?

Yu Guanzhi was so smart that he guessed the other person's thoughts in an instant, and explained apologetically: "I rarely buy paintings. Occasionally I look for one I like, just because I have good luck. I was rude just now."

At this time, Chen Quan, who had witnessed Lu An's painting the whole time, interjected: "Good taste, this painting is suitable for participating in the Chinese Oil Painting Exhibition."

Chen Quan's tone was solemn and he spoke very seriously. Although his words were short, he spoke highly of him. This time he had no intention of agreeing with Yu Guanzhi at all. At the same time, he also inadvertently revealed his unusualness.

Is the Chinese Oil Painting Exhibition accessible to ordinary people if they want to?

Moreover, this painting was made by a novice painter with no reputation.

But that's what Chen Quan said, with a calm tone, firm words, and confidence.

Hearing this, Lu An took a special look at Chen Quan and slowly equated the person in front of him with the person in his heart.

Hearing this, and hearing that Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan expressed their appreciation for the painting at the same time, Zeng Xin felt both happy and helpless.

I am delighted that this high quality oil painting is now my own.

Unfortunately, she had already heard from Zhou Kun how awesome these two people were, and she really didn't want to disappoint Fang Xing because of this painting.

She is also a professional painter, she is still young, and she also dreams of becoming famous. It would be great if she could get in touch with her through this painting.

However, she really liked this portrait, the kind that caught her eye at first sight.

On one side was his best friend, and on the other side was the person he was willing to love with his life. Zhou Kun stood up in time to smooth things over, diverted the topic away, and said meaningfully:

"I very much agree with what Uncle Chen said, but if Uncle Chen saw another painting, he might have other ideas."

After saying that, Zhou Kun looked at Lu An without hesitation, his eyes were so intense that he almost made it clear.

Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan looked at each other and looked at Lu An.

The two knew that Lu An had an oil painting called "Eternity", and they came all the way from Shanghai for this painting.

It's not that today's two portraits are not good, but they can clearly see Lu An's casualness and not injecting too much self-thought into them, so they are fundamentally different from "eternal".

Zeng Xin didn't know yet that the two of them were here for "eternity", but that didn't stop him from following suit and looking at Lu An curiously.

Meng Qingchi was also a little surprised, and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Xiao An also hid a great painting?

Seeing five people staring at him, Lu An realized, understood, understood.

While he was relieved in his heart, he was even a little proud.

He has been secretly guessing since yesterday, and now the guess has finally been confirmed. These two people are here for him.

Or for "eternity".

Damn it, this Riddler can't pretend easily.

At this moment, he knew that he could no longer pretend. Everyone had shown their cards, and this was his chance.

The opportunity I have been waiting for.

Let’s not talk about whether he can hold it on his lap, but this is the closest he has come to an “opportunity” since his rebirth, and he is determined to give it a try.

Without hesitation, under the gaze of several people, Lu An said calmly: "Ha! It seems that I can't hide this little secret. Okay, let's take a look and hope to give you some suggestions."

His words were very modest, but his actions were anything but modest. He searched through a pile of blank canvases in the corner of the room, then took out a painting, and then just put it there without greeting or explaining the connotation of his painting.

Although he desperately wanted to hug his thigh, he also wanted to use his painting to test the opponent's level?

How much does the other person weigh?

As the old saying goes, seeing is believing. In his previous life, he was quite curious to hear how well the noble man praised "Chen Quan".

As soon as the "Eternity" oil painting came out, Chen Quan's whole person seemed to be different from Lu An's perspective.

His small eyes suddenly narrowed, and then he was the first to reach the oil painting in three or two steps.

At first he stood up straight, then bent down to look.

It's just that once the waist is bent, it can never be straightened again. Staring at the oil painting at close range, Chen Quan's expressionless face from yesterday to now finally changed.

First, he looked solemn.

And then it turned into confusion?

Finally fell into deep thought.

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