More than a week ago.

Tao Jingran flew back to Chaojing City from Guang'an City.

brought back a painting of Zhou Xinmei to his master, Mr. Zhong, as well as a pencil drawing that he occasionally got on the plane.

Mr. Zhong was fascinated when he saw the pencil drawing of the Buddha and the Demon, and put the child's work aside, not having the heart to look at it carefully.

This is also the reason why Mr. Zhong felt that he was not kind and embarrassed when Mei Yuerou asked about related topics a few minutes ago.

In addition to Tao Jingran's knowledge, others naturally don't know.

However, let him say that with Zhou Xinmei's water products, her works can make the master look at it at a glance is already to give face, and he wants the master to watch it carefully and then give her a detailed evaluation?

The author of the painting about the plane also received a phone call a few days ago and had a clue.

When he got off the plane that day, the flight attendant, who had a good impression of him, couldn't help but stuff a note with her number written on it.

Tao Jingran had no intention of having more contact with her, but a word from the flight attendant made him leave a note.

The flight attendant said that after work, she would carefully look for information about the painter and tell him when she found it.

The day after returning to Chaojing City, Tao Jingran sent a message to the flight attendant, and then received a call from the flight attendant.

"I know who she is, it's the head coach of the Blue Whale Club called Jia Hotaru, she won the game the other day, what I saw on TV, is that she can't be wrong. ”

Jia Hotaru's appearance is too recognizable, and she has just seen it on the plane, and there are so many shots on TV.

The flight attendant accidentally saw a colleague watching the replay after work, and recognized it as soon as she saw Kahotaru. At that time, she wanted to call Tao Jingran, but unfortunately the other party didn't send her a message, so she didn't have Tao Jingran's contact information.

Regarding the news of the flight attendant, Tao Jingran's first reaction was not to believe it, it was really not believing.

He knew and had seen heru with his own eyes.

The stewardess repeatedly assured that she was not mistaken, and assured that she had seen Hotaru draw with her own eyes.

Tao Jingran ended the flight attendant's call, watched what she said about the South District of the Second Union, and then turned disbelief into half-belief, and told Mr. Zhong the news.

Mr. Zhong's attitude was the same as his, and then put the matter aside for the time being.

Until today, Jia Ying was accidentally found at Zhou Xinmei's birthday party.

After seeing me, the desire to ask for proof, or to find the true author through Gahoru, became active.

Tao Jingran knew that the master must be the same.

Then Hotaru's reaction surprised him.

Before the master could speak, this girl, who was completely different from the impression, seized the initiative first.

Tao Jingran saw that the little girl who was obviously waiting to bloom was a little girl, and she could feel the aggressive beauty through the screen, and she smiled clearly and unassumingly, but she had the charm of overwhelming the audience.

Zhou Xinmei's calculations have nowhere to hide in front of this girl. ——Tao Jingran's heart came to this thought. Immediately a little expectant interest rose: how would she deal with Zhou Xinmei's calculations?

The screen is occupied by the so-called 'graffiti'.

The 'graffiti' shattered all the superfluous thoughts that were dyed in the pottery mirror.

A piece of paper and a pencil, simple black brushstrokes, or lines as cold as a knife or soft as a spring breeze, and different shades of blurring.

Two different paintings, the same shocking!

Even if you look at it on the spot, you can feel the specialness of this painting.

Surprise flashed in Tao Jingran's eyes.

Is it really her!?

With his master's exclamation, the shaking camera slowly turned back to Jia Hotaru under the reluctance of his master.

Mr. Zhong's face was closer to the screen, and from the big screen of Zhou Xinmei's birthday party, you could see the folds on his eyelids, and those old but still bright eyes were looking at a certain place in fascination.

Everyone knew he was looking at Hotaru's 'graffiti'.

At this moment, no one dares to whisper a joke about Jia Ying's 'graffiti', no one is a fool, and Mr. Zhong's reaction is wrong.

Every time Mr. Zhong looked at it for a second, Zhou Xinmei felt uncomfortable for a while, staring at Jia Ying's painting with disbelief more than anyone else.

She wanted to veto that this was Jia Hotaru's work, and then she thought of what Ziche Xiang said:

I can attest to the graffiti she just finished. ’

'When you all went to see Zhong Lao and Xinmei chatting, the little worm finished the graffiti. ’

Zhou Xinmei bit her lip.

"Yes, that's right......" Mr. Zhong muttered to himself, making the atmosphere of the birthday banquet more subtle.

Then Mr. Zhong suddenly raised his head, "Are you really a witch candle?"

The smile in Jia Ying's eyes froze for a moment, and the breath that was revealed in an instant, the first to bear the brunt was Zhou Xinmei, she seemed to be stimulated by something, and before her thoughts could react, her hand shook first, and the phone fell down.

Jia Ying caught the phone, and didn't look at Zhou Xinmei, who fell to the ground with a weak leg.

Mr. Zhong didn't know what was going on, and the next sentence sounded, "You really painted that painting on the plane?"

Plane?

Draw?

Jia Ying was still wondering how Mr. Zhong knew the identity of Wu Zhu one second, and the next second she reacted to the origin of the coincidence.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes hiding the sparkle under her eyes.

The girl was as quiet as a handful of snow.

The next Ziche Township doesn't think so.

His hairs stood on end, and his tense muscles hadn't recovered yet.

Ka Hotaru didn't answer and asked, "What do you think this painting can be evaluated?"

Old Mr. Zhong said without hesitation: "Master level." ”

Zhou Xinmei, who had just been helped up by Mei Yuerou, had weak legs again, and was unwilling to look at the black and white drawing paper.

It's just a painting with a bit of cleverness, how can it be a master!

Zhou Xinmei didn't know that Mr. Zhong had seen the painting on the plane, and that painting was also a casual work painted by Jia Ying, but after all, it was more atmospheric than the lotus picture that would be drawn in a short time.

You can draw this lotus picture with an essay, or you can use a pencil to create it temporarily.

Masters are also divided into levels, and ordinary masters can't do it to the level of Gahoru.

Mr. Zhong's evaluation is conservative.

That's because he still has doubts about Kahotaru's identity.

"Little worm, hurry up and tell me the truth, what is your relationship with Wu Candle?" asked Mr. Zhong, who was in a hurry, fiercely.

I shouted out the name of the long time unconsciously.

Gaying paused and smiled evilly, "If you promise me one thing, I'll tell you." ”

Mr. Zhong looked anxiously, "Stinky girl, are you looking for a fight!"

Zhou Xinmei's goal of wanting Mr. Zhong to teach Jia Ying a lesson has been achieved, but this lesson sounds diametrically opposed to the effect she wants.

Jia Ying said calmly: "You promised me to be the art consultant of the Blue Whale Club." ”

When Mr. Zhong heard the 'Blue Whale Club', his expression flickered with a trace of nostalgia, and then he shook his head, "No, the second-class club is a shame." ”

Jia Ying said, "Then I will invite you to come when you are promoted to the first class next year." ”

Old Mr. Zhong was accidentally amused by her understated tone, laughed a few times and found that it was inappropriate, and then straightened his serious face again, "Don't talk nonsense, tell me quickly." ”

Jia Ying called the waiter and explained a few words to the other party.

The waiter was instructed to leave, and soon returned with the two of them.

The other two waiters were holding pen and ink and long snow-white paper.

The two of them spread out the coffee table on the long paper at the suggestion of Jia Ying, and placed ink and brushes on it.

The waiter said to Ka Hotaru, "Because the guests are in a hurry, they can only get such simple equipment. ”

She waved her hand to show that it didn't matter, then bent down to dip the brush in ink.

A strand of hair slipped down with her movements, and Hotaru was about to pull it up.

A hand from the side took a step ahead of her, ruffled her hair behind her ear, and pulled all her hair into her hand.

Hotaru saw that it was Garan, who had a rightfully calm expression.

If Garan had a hair rope in his hand now, Garu felt that he might have tied her hair naturally.

Never mind.

Kahotaru retracted her gaze and lifted her brush to drop a drop of ink down the tip of the brush onto the snow-white paper.

The soft wolf is finely dropped.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, all in one go.

[All wishes come true]

Black and white.

The book is vigorous and chic, and the gesture is like a dragon.

The edge is revealed, and the grandeur is emerging.

Even those who don't know calligraphy can feel the momentum when they see these four words.

Surprised eyes fell on the slender girl, white and snowy.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have thought that such a powerful word with a thousand armies would be written by such a girl.

The difference with these four characters is the two small characters that Jia Ying followed the paragraph, just like an iron painting, charming like a silver hook, and the rhyme is smooth.

"I'll take a look closer!" Mr. Zhong urged, "Those two little words!"

The person who will hold the mobile phone is Ziche Township.

He glanced at Jia Ying meaningfully, and then moved the phone closer to the sign-off.

"Yes, it really is. Mr. Zhong glared.

Kahotaru put down the brush and got up.

Garan naturally loosened her hair and gave her a cut.

Jia Ying looked at Zhou Xinmei.

"This is my birthday present to you today, may your wishes come true. ”

All wishes come true......

Is there anything more ironic than these four words at this moment?

The exquisite makeup can't hide Zhou Xinmei's mood of falling into the abyss of the angry sea at this moment.

Her expression was tense and would shatter if she wasn't careful.

Mei Yuerou gently squeezed Zhou Xinmei's arm.

“...... Thank you. Zhou Xinmei lowered her head.

Jia Ying's gaze swept over Zhou Xinmei's head, and she saw Mei Yuerou beside her frowning, and complained to herself silently with dissatisfied eyes.

Jia Ying knew what Mei Yuerou was dissatisfied with, and blamed her for disrupting her series of plans to praise Zhou Xinmei.

Faced with such an accusatory gaze, Kahotaru smiled instead, "Isn't this what you've always wanted me to do." ”

A pun intended.

As a child, as her mother, she always wanted her to be better than everyone else, especially the children in the same area.

Now, as Mrs. Zhou, when I saw her come to the birthday banquet, didn't I think she was here to make trouble and bully Zhou Xinmei.

Mei Yuerou was stunned.

Jia Ying glanced at Zhou Xinmei, "Not every attempted murder can be innocent. ”

Zhou Xinmei's repeated caution and tricks are clear at a glance with her experience.

Is it not a sin to fail to commit murder?

It doesn't work for her.