"Hmm." Master Jiang glanced at it, there was no wave on his face, and Xia Nuan's heart sank.

"This is a lady of the fine brush painted by Nuan Nuan, and it took her a month to paint."

"This is a picture of the lotus pond painted by Nuan Nuan, and she tried to use your drawing method."

……

Bai Wanru is showing Master Jiang Xia Nuan's paintings one by one.

There was no appreciation as he imagined, on the contrary, Master Jiang looked too indifferent.

This is a big contrast to the past.

All those who have seen Xia Nuan's paintings are full of praise, and all the teachers who have taught Xia Nuan are proud of her, but they came to Master Jiang......

Master Jiang is a painter at the national level, his vision and vision are higher, the Xia family and the Fu family have long been mentally prepared, but now, seeing Master Jiang's reaction, there is still a big sense of gap in my heart, especially Xia Nuan.

She lowered her head, her hands tugging at the corners of her clothes, and she fidgeted.

After Bai Wanru showed Master Jiang her seventh painting in exchange for Master Jiang's usual indifference, she hesitated and finally took out a paper tube from the Chanel large beach bag she had brought with her.

The paper tube was rolled with a picture of a lady she had picked up in her school studio that day.

"Master Jiang, look at this ......"

Xia Nuan carefully handed over the painting, she was very nervous, her hands were a little trembling, and her heartbeat was so fast that she couldn't do it.

"Nuan Nuan, you ......" Bai Wanru wanted to ask Xia Nuan why she brought other paintings by herself, obviously they had already picked out all the better paintings together, but saw Master Jiang take over the painting like a treasure.

"This ...... Well drawn, well drawn, well drawn! ”

Master Jiang said three in a row, and the painting is good.

This line, this verve, is too similar to the person from two years ago, too similar!

The Xia family and the Fu family looked at each other, how could they not have seen this painting.

"Xia Nuan, where did you get this painting?" Master Jiang gently stroked the drawing paper, "How wrinkled, such a good painting, you should collect it." ”

"I ......" Xia Nuan was startled.

She took out this painting because she saw Master Jiang's mediocre reaction when she looked at her painting, and she wanted to show it in front of Master Fang, so she planned to take it out and say that she had painted it herself.

But she couldn't imagine that Master Fang had such a high evaluation of this painting, she said that she painted it, would he believe it? How would she explain the crumpled paper?

"Do you know the person who painted this picture? Who is TA? Master Jiang asked when he saw that Xia Nuan didn't speak.

When he asked this, it meant that he could see that she was not the one who painted the picture. Xia Nuan didn't dare to lie after all, the paintings drawn by different people were easy to distinguish.

"I ...... What I saw in the school studio was the studio that the attached high school built for you, but I don't know who painted it, but I saw that the painting was very good and collected it. Xia Nuan told the truth.

Master Jiang was a little disappointed in his heart, it turned out that Xia Nuan didn't know who the person who painted was.

"Xia Nuan, you have a lot of vision, you know how to appreciate and understand beauty, this is one of the talents of learning Chinese painting, you are great."

Master Jiang finally praised Xia Nuan, but it was because of someone else's painting.

……

The private restaurant for eating is in an alley, which is a European-style building left over from the Republic of China, retro, with a heavy sense of history.

Xia Li squinted his eyes and looked up, the moon hanging on the spire of a bungalow. It was only past seven o'clock in the evening, and she didn't want to stay in the courtyard of a private restaurant, so she went out for a walk.

After walking aimlessly for two minutes, I found a car with five "8s" in a series with license plates, which was somewhat familiar.

There was a noise in front of me, and when I looked at it, it was two people standing and facing each other.