"If I didn't come back with first place, how could I afford the traveling expenses for so many sketching trips?" The young man was walking in the bright sunshine with a smile on his face, and his clean white shirt highlighted the smile on his face, and the outline of his face.

He is perfect without any modification. Compared with other boys of the same age, he is clean and handsome.

"You just babble, don't forget. Don't blame me for not telling you. You are not the only genius in this world. I heard that there is a new girl who is a dark horse. You should be careful and don't use travel expenses to trick me.

, how much less money can you make? When will you invite everyone to go out to play again? Everyone is waiting for you to spend money."

"Dark horse?" He raised his eyebrows, seeming to be a little interested, "Don't worry, I will treat you well when I win first place and celebrate."

I hung up the phone and walked towards the studio.

This is one of the most prestigious art schools in the country. Every year, countless students who struggle to major in art work hard just to get into this school.

Of course, this is indeed the best art college, with an impeccable artistic atmosphere on campus. You can even see girls standing behind easels set up on the roadside everywhere. They are young and energetic, with delicate paintings on their faces.

The makeup is almost invisible and full of artistic flavor.

She has long hair like a waterfall, an ankle-length skirt that is extremely literary, and wears an apron stained with various colors of paint. She holds a paintbrush and uses paint on the canvas to outline one bright scenery after another.

It’s a fact that everyone knows that art majors cost the most money, so it doesn’t matter if they are handsome or rich boys, or whether they are handsome or not, as long as they have money, their photos will be posted on campus forums

The Speed ​​of Light version is circulated by all artistic girls with a Cinderella heart.

Then as long as they walk on the road, these girls who look extremely artistic, who seem to be extremely immersed in creation, will smile at them without hesitation, like the brightest flowers blooming in spring.

Undoubtedly, Lu Mowang is the most attractive.

He has a handsome face, artistic accomplishments that amaze everyone, and a distinguished family background that has not been news for a long time. As long as he appears on campus and walks through the tree-lined paths, he can receive almost a dozen notes with his contact information.

Who doesn't know that he is the young master of the Lu Group's family? On the first day of school, he took Lu's car to register.

He was admitted early to the Academy of Fine Arts because of the fine arts award, so he is younger than other students, but so what?

"I even doubt whether you can trick them all into bed with just one phone call." Yan Duan said this to Lu Mowang more than once. Although he was unwilling to show off his charm, he still couldn't.

Have to admit it.

When he heard this, Lu Mowang showed his disdain without concealing it, "Tsk! You spare me, those women who stand on the tree-lined path in the school all day long? You should really take a look

I don’t understand what kind of shit they draw. What is there in that wretched place that’s worthy of letting them paint like this day after day?”

Yan Duan laughed heartily on the other end, "Aren't there you rich second-generation officials and second-generation officials? You are the most beautiful scenery in their eyes."

"That's why I'm always reluctant to go to the school studio." Lu Mowang sighed softly, "I feel like a monkey being watched."

And those women standing on the roadside...the way they are posing and posing makes people think of some kind of professional women who are also standing on the roadside and posing.

When he walked to the studio, Lu Mowang already had a dozen more sticky notes in his hand, and he threw them into the trash can at the door. There were several floors in this building, and they were all studios.

He chose the studio at the end of the corridor on the top floor. Because this building does not have an elevator, the studio on the top floor is usually the least popular, let alone the one at the end of the corridor. It is naturally the quietest and the least crowded.

Sometimes, it's just empty.

Gently opening the door, he saw the figure at the very back of the studio, standing with his back to him. He was slender and had long hair tied casually behind his head.

On a hot day, she wore a long-sleeved black dress, with her slender straight calves exposed from under the skirt, and a pair of old-looking white canvas shoes on her feet.

She was concentrating on painting, holding the brush in her hand as if she couldn't feel the world at all, so she didn't even notice when Lu Mowang came in.

Both of her hands were stained messily with paint, and she unconsciously raised her hand to gently brush the hair on her cheeks, leaving traces of paint on her cheeks.

She is completely different from the girls on the roadside. They would rather dye their paintings than dirty their makeup.

Lu Mo forgot to walk behind her, tilted his head slightly and looked forward at her side face. The oil paint was stained on her delicate skin without applying makeup, and she looked even younger than himself.

And the works on her canvas...the colors are dark and the tones are low.

It was only a glance, but it seemed that one could feel a profound sense of tragedy. It was a portrait, with long hair messy and tangled. It could be seen that it was a girl, and the nose on the face was crooked, and deep red dripped from the nose.

The mouth is also deep red, but there are no eyes.

The woman in the painting has no eyes.

From his neck to his body, he was covered in dirty bandages.

A painting that can make people feel depressed just by looking at it expresses such strong emotions.

Lu Mo forgot to be a little dazed for a moment.

When she turned her head to wash her pen, she finally noticed Lu Mowang's presence. Her expression was stunned for a moment, and panic flashed in her big eyes.

The tip of her brush was fluffy and looked cheap and resistant, but she used such a cheap brush to draw such amazing paintings.

Lu Mo forgot not saying anything, and looked at the signature at the corner of the canvas. The three words Tian Wanran were clear and elegant.

He took a few steps back and set up a drawing board not far behind her.

Obviously as long as I hold the brush, I can't feel anything else, but now I really can't stop looking in her direction.

Time passed by, and he had hung up several calls from his mother. It was only when he saw his eldest brother's number jumping on the screen that he had no choice but to take the phone and walk out.

They just asked him to go back for dinner. After he agreed, he returned to the studio and saw Tian Wanran packing his things and getting ready to leave.

She knelt down and put the fuzzed paintbrushes into her bag. When she stood up, she saw Lu Mowang standing in front of her, with some oil paint on his white shirt.

He held the handkerchief in front of her with his slender fingers and pointed at her face.

There was only a moment of hesitation before he took it, wiped his face, and looked at the paint on his shirt. Before leaving, Tian Wanran said softly, "Maybe you should be like me, black, and paint on his shirt."

It’s not easy to see.”
Chapter completed!