When Cen Qingqing was teaching Xiao Mengmeng, Zeng Taoyan and Liang Xueyao studied the two paintings, and the more they looked at them, the more shocked they became, these were completely masterpieces of masters. Moreover, they also combined the mistakes of Lu Wen's pointing in the process of painting just now, and they felt a sense of openness.

The crowd attracted by the halo also saw the two paintings, only to see two paintings of two little girls playing on the lawn, these were nothing, but as they gradually looked deeper, they could find that the two little girls seemed to be doing all kinds of play on the lawn.

It's like they're really playing in this painting, and looking at the little cute painting, I feel that this little guy is naughty, watching this little guy play on the lawn with those animals that are blown out by the immodest wind.

You can also see this little guy tugging at the ears of the lawn rabbit, and you can feel the feeling of life when you look at her, which makes people full of vitality.

And looking at the picture scroll of millet grains, there is another feeling, you can see that she is a quiet child, with an innocent smile on her face, watching her play happily with those gentle animals, it seems unusually warm and harmonious.

It gives people a warm and healing power, so that people who are irritable can calm down and get rid of helplessness and irritability in their hearts.

This is a second-rate master, who can give people some spiritual power in his paintings, which is also the reason why people above the second-rate level are popular.

At this time, Xiao Mengmeng also got rid of her mother's shackles, and ran to the front of the picture of herself, and suddenly hugged her, and the people on the side were a little nervous, for fear that the child would break the painting.

At this time, a voice came over to me: "I wonder if these two paintings are sold? I can pay a lot of money, five million for one painting." ”

A pair of five million two paintings is 10 million, this was painted by Lu Wen in just over an hour, Cen Qingqing was a little smacked when she heard it, although her family has money, but it is not an hour to earn 10 million.

Lu Wen saw a middle-aged man walk out, it seemed that he was talking just now, and before Lu Wen could speak, he heard Liang Xueyao's words, "Five million? ”

The middle-aged man was not angry, he could see that he still had some bearing, and said with a smile, "Actually, five million is not low, I admit that this should be the work of a master, and it is such a young master, it is really talented." As he spoke, he praised Lu Wen.

Lu Wen smiled politely and didn't speak, he was a little curious about whether Liang Xueyao, a girl, could see anything.

The middle-aged man continued, "This is the work of the master, but now this master is still very young, there should be many works in the future, and then there is the current master, he has no reputation, I still have some understanding of the calligraphy and painting world, and I should know all the famous calligraphers and painters." ”

These words are self-evident, that is, Lu Wen's fame is not worth the high price now.

Liang Xueyao didn't rush to say when she heard his words, and first said to Lu Wen, "Uncle, there are some mysteries in these two paintings of yours, right?" Seeing Lu Wen's noncommittal look, she knew the answer.

Liang Xueyao was also a little excited to get the answer she wanted, but she didn't expect her guess to be right, she said a little excitedly, "Now I'll show you the mystery of Uncle's painting." ”

As she spoke, she put her hand on the painting of Millet Grain, and as the painting power recovered from an hour's rest in her body was injected into the painting, everyone on the side saw a scene of disbelief.

I saw that the millet grains on the painting suddenly moved, not the kind of hallucinatory walking, but really moving, and I saw the millet grains jumping and walking among the small animals composed of the lawn.

And those animals that were originally blown by the naughty wind also seemed to come to life, and they began to jump around the millet grains, and their mouths were also open one by one, as if they were communicating with the millet grains.

What's even more surprising is still behind, I saw the millet grains slowly walked to the lake, directly treading the water, like pearl-like little feet walking on the clear lake water seems to have some holy feelings, especially those lotus flowers are all open at once, as if to welcome the arrival of the little princess, and those lakes are also divided into streams of clear streams around the millet grains.

When the crowd on the side came to their senses, they were all shocked and speechless by the mystery of this painting, and they had no chance to see the mystery of the master-level painting with their own eyes.

These are the same as in previous lives, some famous paintings and calligraphy are all in the hands of some wealthy people, and all they can see is photos and videos, but the paintings of masters are not things that can be experienced by photos and videos.

At this time, Xiao Mengmeng stopped doing it, thinking that Lu Wen was eccentric, she said coquettishly to Lu Wen, "Uncle, I want to do the same." As she spoke, she pointed to the painting that was still tightly held in her arms.

Lu Wen nodded her little nose with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you, you are the same as millet grains." ”

But Xiao Mengmeng was still a little suspicious and said, "Uncle, you didn't lie to me, did you?" Looking at Xiao Mengmeng's suspicious little eyes, Lu Wen also couldn't cry or laugh, this little girl has too many ghost thoughts, he nodded to Liang Xueyao, and motioned for her to show Xiao Mengmeng's painting as well.

Showing the situation in a painting like Liang Xueyao doesn't take much painting effort, just a little activation, so Liang Xueyao didn't refuse.

But when she began to hold Xiao Mengmeng's painting, she couldn't stand it anymore, and saw that Xiao Mengmeng's little eyes were slowly suspicious, as if she was a liar, and she wanted to steal this painting, she finally suppressed the depression in her heart, and said to the attack, "Don't worry about a little girl." I said it several times in a row, and finally suppressed the depression in my heart.

As Liang Xueyao injected the painting power into Dao Xiao Mengmeng's painting, this painting has changed, and it is the same as that of millet grains, Xiao Mengmeng seems to have become a vivid villain in the painting, but the difference is that millet grains are a harmonious and warm picture.

But the little cute thing is that she pulls the rabbit's ears from time to time, and then grabs the monkey's tail, and then kicks the puppy away, completely showing a little devil's posture in the painting, those little animals don't even dare to run when they see her, all trembling at her feet, completely surrendered to the little Mengmeng's magic power.

At this time, Xiao Mengmeng still wanted to see the flowers in the distance, and ran to the flowers with her little feet, and those flowers seemed to have seen Xiao Mengmeng's reach.

All of them are shaking.,It's as if it's trembling.,When the little bud sprouts to the flowers.,Those flowers all rushed to start blooming.,But it feels like I'm afraid of being remembered by the little devil if it's slow.,It's the most beautiful moment of desperately opening itself.。

And these petals are also blown by a breeze, in order to wrap around the little Mengmeng, which makes people look like little fairies, but it gives people the feeling that these petals are trembling around the little devil, and there is no feeling of a fairy at all.

Cen Qingqing looked at this painting with some ridiculousness, although her daughter was indeed like this, but this performance was too obvious, but Xiao Mengmeng was very satisfied, and her eyes began to shine, as if she wanted to try the feeling in the painting.

After Liang Xueyao showed these, she was a little excited and said to Lu Wen, "Uncle, I guessed right, these two paintings are such a mystery, right?"

As soon as Lu Wen wanted to speak, a voice on the side said, "Yaoyao, you are wrong, this is not two paintings, but one painting." ”