"Well, that's good." Zhao Cheng said as he stretched out his hand and dipped a little water in the bowl, and then flicked it into the painting.

The drizzle fell on the painting, and it was full of smudge, but in a moment, the whole painting changed in an instant.

The painting is misty and rainy, with a little bit of mystery, and a little more aura than just now.

"This, the painting, the painting is a rainy day, obviously what I just looked at is not a rainy day, this, this, this last point is the finishing touch, which gives the painting a soul."

Looking at the painting, the old principal had begun to become numb at this time.

"I didn't expect that in my life, I would be able to see such a painting born in front of me, if this is used to participate in an international competition, you will definitely be famous in the entire calligraphy and painting world."

Zhao Cheng shook his head, what kind of international competition, he was not interested.

After hearing this, Song Qing also shook his head and said with a smile to Principal Wang: "He is low-key and doesn't like to be in the limelight. ”

Today's Zhao Cheng's main thing is to get familiar with this world quickly, not to be too eye-catching.

It is indispensable to guard against others, and if someone with a heart wants to check his details and be jealous of him for making him stumble, these are all possible.

After all, the current Zhao Cheng is just an ordinary person without any identity background here.

Zhao Cheng glanced at Song Qing and could naturally understand what she meant, he really couldn't be too eye-catching now.

At least, he still doesn't know much about the world.

So before he had the ability to protect their mother and son, he naturally knew what he should and shouldn't do.

Zhao Cheng looked at the painting in front of him, and took out a seal with gold thread from his pants pocket.

He reached out and dipped it in red ink and printed it on the painting.

This is his private print, or cursive, usually when he paints, he will never use it.

After all, when he used this seal, it was when he had to deal with major matters and mobilize the shadow guards, so ordinary people couldn't see him use this private seal at all.

Or so far, no one knows about this seal.

The seal, which is not big, looks like a pendant.

Women naturally like this kind of beautiful thing, no, this small seal instantly attracted Song Qing's attention.

"It's beautiful."

Listening to Song Qing's words, Zhao Cheng played with the seal in his hand.

"Do you like it?"

Song nodded lightly, "I can take a look." ”

I really want to touch it.

Zhao Cheng glanced at Song Qing, reached out and put the pendant-like seal in his hand on her neck.

"I like it for you."

"Give, give me." Song Qing looked down at the seal hanging around his neck, which didn't look like a seal at all, but like a white jade pendant.

The seal in the hand, the hand is warm, and it looks like a good white jade.

"No, no, I can't afford it, I'm just looking at it, this is your seal, I'll give it back to you."

Song Qing said softly and wanted to take the seal off her neck, but before she could take it off, Zhao Cheng's voice sounded in her ears.

"Since I sent it out, there is no reason to take it back, if you don't like it, you can throw it away."

He said that he would give it, and if he couldn't afford it, she would have to ask for it.

"Lost?" Song looked at him dumbfounded, "Are you sure?" ”

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and rolled up the painting on the table, his tone nonchalant.

"I'm never joking."

Listening to the man's words, Song Qing knew that he was not joking.

Lost, this is Prime Minister Zhao's seal, this is an antique, and I can't afford to buy this seal if I sell it.

So if you lose it, you can't lose it.