Qin Yao raised his eyes and glanced at Yun Nan, put his hand into the pocket of the table, took out his mobile phone, and found that the screen had gone out, pressed his thumb, and found that there was a fingerprint lock, and it was only a matter of time before he unlocked the fingerprint lock, so he still put it back.

Yun Nan walked to the podium and stopped, her black and white eyes looked at the head teacher calmly, without a little excited expression after winning the award, her voice was faint: "Teacher, show me the award-winning painting." ”

The head teacher clapped his hands happily and said excitedly: "Yun Nan, you see that I am so happy that I forgot to say that your painting has been taken to participate in the international painting competition." ”

When Yun Nan heard this, he had to dispel his plan to go to see the painting now, and went back to the Internet to check it.

Teacher Chen, who had never spoken, also walked forward at this time, looking at Yun Nan in disbelief.

This is the closed disciple that Mr. Ouyang accepted?

If it weren't for the inscription seal, he would have believed that it would be a teenage girl.

Mr. Ouyang has been idle in the days of clouds and wild cranes, he has not seen anyone, only rumored to have accepted a closed disciple, or a person who is extremely talented in painting, the best at ink painting, oil painting is an interest, and he also has his own set of styles and painting skills.

The most important thing is that the ink she mixes herself can be presented to everyone with temperature.

He had come here this time to ask for advice on this wonderful method.

He said a little excitedly: "You are Mr. Yun Nan, you have admired the name for a long time." Here's your trophy, as well as a certificate of honor. ”

Mr. Chen's calligraphy and French paintings are all national treasures.

Honorifically calling Yun Nan Mr. is enough to show that Yun Nan's calligraphy and French paintings have reached a height that he cannot reach.

After speaking, he handed the trophy certificate of honor to Yun Nan.

Yun Nan took the trophy and honorary certificate that he had inexplicably obtained, turned around and returned to his seat.

Teacher Chen still wanted to say a few words and ask a few questions by the way, but when he saw Yun Nan simply turn around and leave, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

After thinking about it, they all came to Jiangcheng anyway, and it was inconvenient to go to class, so they waited for the next class to ask for advice.

When Yun Nan sat down, Qin Yao couldn't help but be a little puzzled when he saw that her eyes were cold, and the trophy and honor certificate were casually placed on the table next to her.

"You don't look like you should be when you win an award after the competition."

Yun Nan put one hand against his sharpened jaw and looked at Qin Yao indifferently: "I didn't sign up, and I didn't submit the manuscript." ”

Qin Yao smiled, this is just like her temperament, and her dark eyes swept the trophy, "Then this championship came so suddenly?" ”

Yun Nan: "I don't know. ”

"Just look at it." Qin Yao took out his mobile phone to check the relevant information about the results of the National Painting Competition Finals.

It didn't take long to find the information of the top three winners, as well as the award-winning works.

There is another thing, he clicked on the video, and he saw a painting that couldn't see the artistic conception, which looked chaotic.

Gradually, the picture began to become clearer, first a ginkgo tree appeared, and then two figures appeared under his subordinates, sitting on a small stool in short-sleeved shirts, which should be in the shade.

One was a gray-haired grandmother, the other was a little girl with two balls, and then the ginkgo leaves gradually turned yellow, and several yellow ginkgo leaves appeared in the air, as if they had fallen from the tree.

If you don't look closely, it's as if you're seeing a dynamic picture.

Qin Yao was stunned, and then a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Nan Nan, is this what you painted?"

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