They pointed to the painting in it and whispered about it, and walked over it with her feet up, past the crowd, and when she saw the work in it, her heart suddenly accelerated and lost its regularity.

Her eyes widened, thinking she was dazzled, and she took a step forward, looking up and down everywhere......

This is clearly the painting she drew three years ago, and she had to give the teacher a task......

How, how did it end up here?

Rong Qian's gaze suddenly fell on the bottom of the corner, and she only felt that a thunderbolt suddenly struck her Heavenly Spirit Gai, and she couldn't react to a loud bang......

She could recognize this work at a glance wherever it appeared, it was painted by her, and she made herself embarrassed to try out the colors at that time.

When she returned home, Zhao Shuangyi didn't allow her to enter the house......

However, why is Lu Jieran's name signed below?!

Yes, it's not her English name, it's Lu Jieran.

Behind him, there was everyone's discussion, some people were amazed, and some people tasted.

This painting was painted by Leila when she was 18 years old, and it shocked the whole art world at the time, and even some foreign painters came to see it. ”

"Yes, I've heard that the painting sold for $3 million, but Leila didn't sell it. ”

Fortunately, it was not sold, and at the age of eighteen, he created a work that shocked the international art world, which is of great commemorative significance. ”

"If you want me to say, this painting must be more than that price now!"

"It's definitely more than that, it's going to be multiplied several times. ”

Rong Qian stood in a daze, those lively sounds penetrated into his ears, but they seemed to be cold and frosty, cold and clear.

At that time, after the painting, she didn't sign her name immediately, this was just a work for the teacher, Rong Qian didn't know the connection, she put it in the drawing book, and when the time was turned in, she looked at other classmates, she was not too late to sign.

I didn't expect this hesitation, by mistake, that there would be so many things behind it!

Lu Jieran stole her paintings?

Rong Qian didn't want to believe it, but the painting that she was ordered to do was clearly placed in front of her, reminding her what she had lost?!

The onlookers dispersed unconsciously, and Rong Qian stood in place in a daze for a long time and did not come back to his senses.

There was the sound of footsteps behind him, the sound of light leather shoes falling to the ground fell beside him, and a mellow voice as unfamiliar as a cello came: "Do you also like this painting?"

Rong Qian didn't answer, her eyes looked at the dark tone of the forbidden taste in the painting, and in order to bring out this color, she finally returned home and soaked in the bathtub for two hours before washing her body, hands, and face.

"This painting is very good, but the painter was a little immature at that time, and he couldn't handle many details well, so the price given on the auction plug was not satisfactory!"

"Auction?"

"This painting has been auctioned internationally, and some people have paid 3 million dollars, which is the most...... If the painter is skilled and properly handled, it will be a work that moves the world. ”

Rong Qian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly lowered her eyes: "Famous in the world, is the threshold of the painting world so low now?"

The man frowned lightly and turned his head to look at her, only when she couldn't understand the inexplicable throbbing that this painting brought to people: "The painting brings people a visual impact, but the real master, that is unconsciously able to lead people into the world of the painting, feel that wonderful emotion." ”

Rong Qian raised her head, when she painted this painting, her mind was full of pictures with Mo Zun...... Forbidden and unconsciously fallen, and then in the mysterious nature, a sense of the unknown is revealed, and the sun is on the head, and it is the hope of the future......

The man next to him suddenly said: "It's a pity for this author, her talent only stayed at the age of eighteen, and she created this painting...... After that, the work is no longer amazing!"

In his voice, Lu Jieran was full of pity, is it a pity that she can't create such a stunning work anymore? Or is it a pity that that that talent has run out?

Rong said shallowly, "Perhaps, it's the exhaustion of talent!"

The man looked at her, "Perhaps." He paused, and said with a puzzled feeling: "But everyone is amazed when they see this painting, and they don't have an expression of indulgence, why are you ......?"

He didn't know how to describe it, this girl's expression, the slightly misty eyes hidden an extremely fragile light, the delicate and beautiful face revealed a sense of weak sadness, a rich aura, he could clearly feel it standing beside her.

Rong Qian turned her head to look at him, and when she saw his face clearly, she was slightly stunned.

It's him......

The last time she bought laundry detergent in the supermarket, she couldn't take it off, and it was he who raised his hand to help - that person.

The reason why he is so easy to recognize is not because of him, but because of ...... No matter his face or gestures, he is very similar to the person in the depths of his memory, who is remembered like a relative!

Rong Qian didn't know what was going on, so he asked, "Do you know a person named Lu Chen?"

Ji Yanlin looked at her with slightly shiny eyes, her shallow eyes were very serious, and the trance in it was a flash made for remembering the people in her memory, right?

Ji Yanlin's deep and firm face raised a faint smile: "I don't know, what's the matter, are we very similar?"

It's not similar, that person laughs heartily, and he can throw away all the freedom and freedom of his heart.

They just had the same breath and demeanor, and when they saw him, Rong Qian easily remembered Lu Chen......

The brother next door who accompanied her throughout her teenage years!

A smile appeared on Rong Qian's face: "Do you also like to paint?" She looked around: "Listening to what you just said, I feel that the door to a new world has been opened!"

"Huh. Ji Yanlin smiled, he had a pair of wise eyes, he was gentle and easy to see through everything.

"Just a little research!" he asked, "what about you, alone or with friends?"

Rong Qian was just about to speak, when a lazy yin and yang strange voice came from behind him: "When did our Master Cyril become so modest? ”

Ji Yanlin frowned slightly, and he turned his head to look.

Mo Zun put one hand in his pocket, walked with slender legs, and walked calmly.

On his evil face, his expression was not obvious, and when he came to Rong Qian's side, Mo Zun glanced at her lightly and looked away: "What are you running blindly? You're going to get lost, where can I find you?"

Rong Qian thinks that this person is sick, she is such a big person, can she lose it?

Also, he spoke too politely, and there was someone there who greeted people like that?!

However, the person standing in front of her was actually the famous Master Cyril, Rong Qian's mind was a little dull, she didn't show any surprise, usually just heard the name of an ordinary person.

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