"Oh, girl, no, you weren't so stingy before. You see if this will work, you can dissipate your anger, how about I take out this painting by my cousin and show it to you? ”

"......" Lan Xiaoqing stopped and said righteously, "How can you do this?" What Brother Mu Xian handed over to you, how can you show it to others casually? ”

Mu Ping's face sank, and he just wanted to say, 'Aren't I here to please you?'

I heard Lan Xiaoqing say again: "But I'm not a casual person, I think it's okay for you to show me." ”

“…… ...... Mu Ping rolled his eyes at Lan Xiaoqing's performance on the spot, "If you want to see it, just say it, what are you doing with so many things, come and go, let's go over there to see, there is a big stone over there, which just flattens the painting." ”

Lan Xiaoqing sighed and followed behind Mu Ping slowly.

Mu Ping was angry when he saw it: "What kind of virtue are you, what kind of pretending to be there when you want to see it." If you don't come again, I'll regret it. ”

"You dare, whoever repents is a puppy."

"Then do you want me to learn how to bark twice for you?"

Lan Xiaoqing walked over, and Mu Ping had already placed the scroll on the big stone that was still quite flat.

With Mu Ping's careful movements, the scroll slowly unfolded in his hand.

The first thing that caught Lan Xiaoqing's eyes was the chest of the person in the painting, then the shoulders, and then the neck...... Dressed, of course.

But although he only saw this part, Lan Xiaoqing still faintly felt that the painting style was wrong.

But as for what was wrong, she really couldn't say for a while.

It wasn't until the scroll was fully unfolded by Mu Xian, and it wasn't until Miss Jiang's lifelike face appeared in front of Lan Xiaoqing in the painting that she understood why she had the feeling she had just now.

It turns out that Mu Xian's paintings are different from the traditional Chinese paintings and brush paintings, and his paintings are more realistic, similar to Western paintings, which are said to be sketches but colored, and said to be like oil paintings but have different textures.

His paintings are not about artistic conception lines, but about the real restoration of objects, and the imitation is more realistic, so he only mainly paints human faces.

Mu Ping saw that Lan Xiaoqing had been staring at the painting and didn't make a sound, so he whispered: "You tell me the truth, do you also think that your cousin's paintings don't have the atmosphere and demeanor of a literati?" ”

“…… Yes? ”

"Look. Look at my cousin, I painted the eyebrows and eyelashes of other girls one by one, and even a small black mole at the end of my eyebrows. The literati didn't like this, and they preferred the kind of freehand paintings with smooth lines. ”

Lan Xiaoqing was dumbfounded: "Don't you think it's good to restore it in high definition like this?" ”

"Restore it and look at it directly with your eyes, why do you paint, isn't painting just about paying attention to an artistic conception?"

“…… All right. ”

"That's why I said that Miss Jiang is true love for her cousin."

The corners of Lan Xiaoqing's mouth twitched: "You know this again, where did you see it?" ”

"Just from them giving each other paintings. You were following your cousin that day, don't you say you don't know about it, right? ”

"Yes!" Thinking of the scene she secretly saw that day, Lan Xiaoqing felt a little unhappy in her heart, "Of course I know, I saw it with my own eyes." ”

"Then you must have seen the painting that Miss Jiang gave to your cousin, right?"