Under the backlight, the picture scroll in front of me seems to depict a vivid and tranquil appearance of the countryside and mountains.

The picture is beautiful and elegant, comparable to Chinese ink painting, allowing the viewer to appreciate the pastoral beauty and the majesty of the motherland's great rivers and mountains at a glance!

The mountains in the painting are of different heights, the green forests are undulating for thousands of miles, the green vegetation on the mountains is dense, and the fertile fields below the mountains show vigorous vitality, and at the same time, the mountains are covered with white clouds and mist, constantly flowing, and rich in the dynamic beauty of water.

The looming farmer presents different poses in the field, and the children, cats and dogs playing on the country road seem to be a paradise.

This Xia Hanxun actually has such profound copying skills!

It's no wonder that at yesterday's private party, Wen Sibei chattered for a day.

Mrs. Luo shook the scroll again, "If you don't want it, then I'll collect it!" ”

"Wait a minute," Luo Yanqiu carefully took the one-meter-long bright watercolor painting from his mother's hand, leaned closer and looked carefully at the window, "You said this was really sent by Xiao Xia?" She painted it herself? ”

"Yes! Son, give it to me! ”

"Mom, I haven't finished reading it yet."

"When you kid finishes reading, will you still have your mother's share?" Mrs. Luo kicked the sofa unceremoniously, "I remember that the work you just satirized was not the work of a famous teacher!" Give it back to me, I'm just showing you my collection. ”

Luo Yanqiu turned his back, a face and a pair of eyes looking down on the scroll, "Is she really painting?" ”

"What? Got a fancy for this kind of unfamous painting? Madame Locke smiled sneeringly.

When she turned around and walked out of the study, she knew that her son was stinking!

Not to mention that he has grown so big, he is still a teacher, and he will offend the guests who come to visit!

Luo Yanqiu was really amazed by this painting, and hurriedly got up and walked to the desk, spread out the pastoral painting, turned on the floor lamp, picked up the brush and added a few scribbled ink to the blank space on the edge of the scroll: "Summer Rose Village".

Grass! I was amazed by this painting.

However, I have already sent such a disguised rejection to others.

What to do? Do you want to turn back?

He picked up his mobile phone, took a few photos from different angles, and then posted them on Moments, with a sentence, "How much is this painting worth?" ”

At the bottom of this circle of friends, a string of likes and comments soon appeared.

Only Wen Sibei painted in a strange way, and commented, "Who sent it?"

"Xiao Xia-san." Obvious ostentatiousness.

Wen Sibei jumped to his feet in anger: "Damn! Lao Tzu went to work in the village and sell coolies for so many days, and he didn't see any gifts delivered to his door! Strike!'

Luo Yanqiu: "Miscellaneous people,...... What a gift?!"

Wen Sibei replied, "Hold your uncle."

But this circle of friends was only seen by Xia Hanxun on the way to and from Qiao County in a car driven by Bo Qinghang on the way to and from Qiao County.

She was particularly surprised, "Hey! You see! Does this mean that he has taken a fancy to my paintings? ”

Bo Qinghang quickly glanced at Luo Yanqiu's accompanying text, "10,000 percent is going to stage a plot to slap me in the face." ”

Xia Hanxun was stunned for a moment, unable to believe his judgment, "Is he really like this for a while and sunny for a while?" ”

"It's like you don't know him." He sneered.

"What to do? What to do? If he takes the initiative to call me and says he is willing to help me and join our company, then what do I say? The little girl was suddenly overwhelmed with excitement, holding Bo Qinghang's arm with both hands, and cast a look for help.