After experiencing a thrilling experience, she carefully remembered the performance of the car and the road signs.

Xiao Wang drove Chen Yingxue around, and asked Yingxue to write down several common road signs one by one.

Soon, it was noon, and the two of them went back to the villa.

In the afternoon, after the heat dissipated, Chen Yingxue met Xiao Wang, who was waiting for her, from the side of the garage.

Xiao Wang received the task assigned by Mr. Zheng, and he must teach Yingxue to drive.

He, the backup driver, finally came in handy.

Chen Yingxue was thinking about how to thank Xiao Wang.

An idea was born.

She asked Aunt Li to prepare the lard.

Aunt Li looked at Yingxue in surprise, not knowing what she wanted the lard for, but she was still ready.

Chen Yingxue searched around the studio, found an alcohol lamp, lit the lard, covered it with an iron sheet, gently brushed off the oil smoke with a soft brush, and put it on the paper.

In this way, dry for a while every day, until the fumes are almost enough, soak the collected fumes in the water soaked in the bamboo poles, precipitate, take out the top layer, beat it a few times, add some ejiao, pinch it together little by little, and dry it, so Chen Yingxue's first piece of ink is finally ready.

She wanted to paint a few paintings, but she couldn't find the ink she wanted to use, so she had to make it herself.

A few days passed like this.

Yingxue is gradually familiar with the car.

Now she is no longer at a loss when she started driving, and she is gradually calming down.

The paper that Chen Yingxue dried could be used in a few days, which made her feel that she had hope for the future.

These days, there is always a feeling of being under the fence, and the task is finally about to be completed.

The sky is not beautiful, I was just about to go out to practice driving, and I saw that the sky had changed.

Xiao Wang was afraid of danger, so he didn't dare to take Yingxue on the road.

After running a few laps in the courtyard of the villa, Chen Yingxue got out of the car and went to the studio.

Chen Yingxue took out two pieces of paper from the ground, cut one of them an inch along the edge, and then, tore the paper from the edge, gently scraped the texture of the paper with a small blade to make it thinner, and then cut out the paper, took out the size of the crack, also along the texture of the paper, scraped thin, and then, dipped in water with a brush, gently attached together, so tried several times, the effect is good, if you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

It's just that the paper is a bit brittle, and it is estimated that it will be buried in the soil for a few more days.

Chen Yingxue sighed, fortunately, the ancient painting was only damaged in the blank space, if it had handwriting, I was afraid that I would not dare to write lightly.

Looking at the traces of restoration, Chen Yingxue had confidence and was finally nearing the end.

When she was happy, Li Zihao called her, and his mother's health was recovering well, and she would be discharged from the hospital in about two weeks.

Chen Yingxue was happy for him, Li Zihao asked her to meet at night, and when her mother fell asleep, she came to see her, and Chen Yingxue told him the address of Zheng Beiqi's villa.

After lunch, the sky changed, the rain kept falling, and Chen Yingxue went to the bamboo forest with an umbrella.

She was afraid that the rain would flow into it and soak the paper, so she put the umbrella on it and made a small shed, and it just so happened that Xiao Wang came to close the garage door, helped Yingxue bury the umbrella handle in the soil, set up the shed, and Yingxue took an umbrella to send her to the studio.

Chen Yingxue returned to the studio, her clothes were not wet, and she began to prepare to paint.

Although the oil smoke ink used for painting is not particularly good, it can be used improvised.

In the afternoon, she painted two plum blossoms.

A piece of Ling Han is in full bloom, a picture of snow pressing plum branches, the era when Chen Yingxue was born, because of Wang Anshi's plum blossoms, and then, the literati once sought after the temperament.

Yingxue also likes the proud bones of plum blossoms that are not afraid of the cold.

She has painted plum blossoms several times, so she can paint two plum blossom pictures in one afternoon.

The rain gradually stopped, and before I knew it, evening was coming.

Chen Yingxue got up and went to see the paper buried under the bamboo forest, thanks to the small shed made of umbrellas, Chen Yingxue returned to the studio with confidence, and waited for the ink to dry before taking the painting and entering the living room of the villa.

Zheng Beiqi had already returned, and when he saw what Ying Xue was holding in her hand, he felt a sigh in his heart, did she fix it so quickly?

Isn't it going to take a few days to make it up?

Seeing Zhang Jing, Yingxue handed her a painting, "This is for you, I painted it, I don't know if you like it or not." ”

Zhang Jing looked at Yingxue flattered, "Yingxue, can you paint?" ”

Immediately opened, Zhang Jing, a person who doesn't know how to paint, was also amazed that the plum blossoms painted by Yingxue were so realistic!