It goes without saying how much effort and effort it takes to conceive a painting from conception to completion.

But now, all efforts are artificially ruined, and for the author the real heart is dripping blood.

At this moment, Ji Jiayu had tears in his eyes, and looked at the destroyed painting fixedly.

Biting his lip again, he seemed to be trying his best to suppress his emotions.

Yuan Feiqian looked at the painting, and then looked at this girl who even cried like pear blossoms with rain, as before, raised her hand and gently wiped her tears.

Ji Jiayu looked at her, blinked, and tears rolled down.

Then, her mouth deflated, hugged Yuan Feiqian and cried: "My painting has been damaged!" More than a year of my hard work was ruined! I'm so sad...... Woowoo woo ......"

Yuan Feiqian raised his hand and patted her back gently, letting her cry, but a pair of eyes looked at the scratched painting, and pursed his lips slightly: "Concubine Ai doesn't cry, I will help you." ”

Ji Jiayu was still crying lowly: "You can't help this time." It took me more than a year to finish it, and now I have to redraw it, but I can't ...... it."

Yuan Feiqian listened to her crying voice, and unconsciously felt distressed.

Although Ji Jiayu looks gentle and moving, he is a strong character.

They have been friends for so many years, and it is rare to see her cry.

Ji Jiayu's crying appearance is particularly distressing, and this painting is indeed a shocking masterpiece, but now it has been maliciously destroyed by others, causing the righteous indignation of everyone present.

"Who did this? It's too much! Find out the murderer! ”

"Shipped here from China, after a few hands in the middle, I'll check it now!"

Someone immediately started calling to find out what went wrong.

But all these actions didn't have any big feelings for Ji Jiayu, because her hard work had been ruined.

Even if the murderer is found, her paintings will not be restored to their original state.

Thinking of this, Ji Jiayu cried even more aggrieved.

Yuan Fei looked at her crying, and felt sad in his heart.

Several other people around them began to look for the murderer with angry faces, and some people wanted to comfort Ji Jiayu but didn't know how to speak.

After all, whoever encounters this kind of thing is not something that can be comforted in a few words.

Seeing Ji Jiayu's eyes red from crying, the tip of her nose was also red, and the whole person seemed to have been immersed in water, Yuan Feiqian couldn't help but wipe her tears again and said, "Jiayu, what I said is true, I can help you." ”

The two of them met in a campus stage play, in which Yuan Fei played an emperor and Ji Jiayu played a concubine.

After the performance of this stage play, the two began to call His Majesty and Concubine Ai.

It has been the same for a few years, and nothing has changed.

Only when there is something particularly serious will the other person be called by their first name.

Now that Yuan Feiqian called her like this, Ji Jiayu was stunned at first.

The wet eyes looked at it with some disbelief: "You said you could help me?" How can you help me? The paintings are all broken......"

Speaking of her own hard work, the tears she had just stopped were about to roll out again.

Yuan Feiqian immediately wiped it for her and said, "What I said is true, I can help you fix this painting." ”

After a slight pause, she continued: "Repair it the same as before it was broken, the kind that is guaranteed to be invisible to others!" ”

Ji Jiayu's eyes widened, and he forgot to cry: "Do you have the ability to turn stone into gold and turn decay into magic?" ”