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Nan Yukong sent Luan Xiaotian to the door of the studio on the second floor, followed Secretary Cui out of the villa in a hurry, and hurried to the company.

Luan Xiaotian suddenly realized something, and smiled lightly at the figure who was in a hurry to leave.

"Hey, Miss Luan, come over and help me with this old bone!" The housekeeper stood on the folding chair, holding a half-wrapped canvas with both hands, not daring to move, his waist straight and straight.

"You can say hello to me in advance in the future." Luan Xiaotian heard the sound, got into the house, took off the wig casually, and threw it to the side.

For a while, the housekeeper was a little uncomfortable, and finally took the time to say, "Miss Luan, you still look better with long hair." ”

Hair?

I used to keep my hair short because I was rebellious and came later than others, and I think why other girls have long hair.

Now that I think about it, I feel like long hair is not bad, at least like a girl.

"I think, I'll grow long hair in the future," Luan Xiaotian asked the housekeeper to come down and put on the canvas of the folding ladder seal by himself.

In class, they use small canvases with eight openings, and even larger ones use four openings and two openings, and this is the first time I have seen such a large canvas.

For a few minutes, Luan Xiaotian's canvas was not stretched.

If this continues, won't this painting crack?

The canvas is elastic, if it is too tight, it is easy to crack, and if it is too loose, it is easy to crack if it changes greatly in wet and dry.

Why wasn't it so troublesome to co-author, why didn't it be directly sealed on the frame and dismantled back and forth, isn't this a ruined masterpiece.

Nan Yukong thought this was a watercolor or a sketch, and he could dismantle it if he wanted to, and remove it if he wanted to?

"Miss Luan, do you need hammers and nails?" The housekeeper had already prepared everything, just waiting for her to nod and command.

"Let's take some more wallpaper starch glue," if you want to remove the starch glue in the future, you can easily remove it with a brush to moisten it.

The housekeeper did it one by one.

"This third young master, it's the first time to put the painted things on the wall, and the good ones before were left in the dusty corners, and the bad ones were thrown away as garbage." The housekeeper stretched out his arm and handed it to Luan Xiaotian, and said unintentionally.

Luan Xiaotian stared at the small squares in the corner, really ashamed.

Her orchids and the tree-lined path outlined by Nan Yukong are simply not on the same level.

She used to be very confident in those paintings, but now she is making her realize how cruel reality really is.

This painting is also a warning to her!

"And what level of art is he?"

"Level ten."

Luan Xiaotian asked casually, and the housekeeper answered casually, almost letting her fall off the folding ladder.

Level 10 is already a test of the level of artistic creation and comprehensive quality, and she has been staying at the sixth level in the C file of the grasp of the basic laws of art and the ability to perceive things.

Although it is the highest grade at this stage, it has not broken through that bottleneck period and risen by one rise.

Who made her a painting garbage.

"Then Miss Luan, you are busy first, so I won't bother."

Luan Xiaotian completely ignored the housekeeper, and after a while of righteous indignation, he sealed the last bit of the canvas, took a few fruits from the kitchen and placed them in front of the window, and placed still lifes according to the previous learning to let them fully receive the light.

The dark side, the gray side, and the black side are just right.

From her point of view, the contrast is striking, and it is perfect for sketching.

Fortunately, I was not lazy in practicing lines before, otherwise I would have found the right lines now and would be a complete mess, and I wouldn't be able to see where to go.

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'Boom...... Knock knock! ’