Jiang Xudong was silent.

Under Su Rouyin's expectant gaze, he opened his mouth a few times, but he never made a sound, and his expression was difficult.

And in such silence.

Su Rouyin's expression gradually changed.

“…… Godfather? ”

After a few moments, she forced her call, trying to ask the truth of what she was vaguely aware of.

"The gunman's painting is better than the one I'm drawing...... Is it better? ”

“…… Be. Jiang Xudong finally gave an answer dryly.

Rumble!

Su Rouyin was like being struck by lightning, and her face fell to the back of the sofa with a pale face.

The rest were just as incredulous.

To know, these days.

In addition to receiving remote guidance from Charles Boone, Su Rouyin also enjoyed the "special training" and "demonstration" of the professors of the Fine Arts Department of University A.

It's like being taught to "copy" by hand......

"Master Boone clearly said that the works of soft sound are already excellent!"

Geng Huixin was the first to scream.

"Song Chuwei, did she find a famous painter as a gun?!"

But how could a painter who was already famous want to be a gunman?

"Uncle, are you sure?" Huo Beicheng also said in a deep voice.

"I'm sure." Jiang Xudong's expression was solemn, thinking of the painting, and said.

"I really can't compare. The first priority is to think about how to respond. ”

"That'...... Just expose her finding a gun!? ”

Geng Huixin, who has always been arrogant, once again took the lead.

"Collect evidence first, and then puncture the ...... on the day of the competition"

"No." Jiang Shuhua shook her head.

"Now that the painting has been completed, the evidence is not easy to find, and since she dares to find a gun, it is estimated that everything will be sorted out......"

"But she's blind, who believes that the painting is so good?"

Geng Huixin insisted: "Aunt Jiang, I think you can question it directly." ”

Huo Beicheng said coldly: "There is no evidence. ”

"......"

"I'll go to the bathroom on the second floor first."

Su Rouyin got up suddenly, smiled apologetically at them, and trotted up the stairs.

to the second floor.

She didn't go in the direction of the bathroom at all, but went straight to the studio.

Su Rouyin looked at the half-finished painting in front of her, the painting that had made her proud, and trembled and picked up the paint tray and paintbrush on the side.

Jiang Xudong's words sounded in his mind again.

"I really can't compare."

……

"Ahh

Three seconds later, screams of terror rang out from the second floor, resounding through the villa.

The people who were deliberating in the living room hurried upstairs.

Finally, in the studio, I saw Su Rouyin crying in mourning.

The easel fell to the ground, and the paintbrush fell to the side.

The paint pan fell onto the canvas, ruining the unfinished painting completely.

Su Rouyin's tears rained down, and there was a deep despair on her delicate face.

"I—I want to keep drawing...... Draw it, draw it well...... Yes, yes...... With a shake of the hand......"

When everyone listened, they immediately understood what had happened—

Su Rouyin was stimulated and wanted to continue painting, but she didn't want to lose her mind and knocked over the paint plate, which caused such a tragedy.

"Don't cry ......"

Huo Beicheng hurriedly hugged her into his arms.

Geng Huixin and several others were also busy comforting.

"Even if I paint again, it's too late...... I lost, I lost......"

Su Rouyin sobbed, and her voice was heartbreaking.

Straight general Huo Beicheng cried and trembled.

Not only was it heartbroken for this little woman, but she couldn't help but hate the culprit who made her accidentally knock over the paint plate.

…… Wait a minute.

A thought flashed through my mind.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the lovely child in his arms, Zhengse.

"Don't cry, Rouyin, I believe in you. If you are given time, you will definitely be able to draw a better picture than the gunman found by Song Chuwei. ”

"Yes." Geng Hui hurriedly agreed.

"Didn't Master Boone say that with the talent of soft sound, he will become everyone in the future!"

"So," Huo Beicheng said again, his tone was full of the superior's course.

"Since it's too late to paint for the time being, then—"