Liang Yingyi smiled at Shen Zhouyi: "Then come with me."

As Shen Zhouyi walked, he asked, "You don't look like you are a serious store here, you are quite leisurely and elegant."

Liang Yingyi's smile remained unabated, "It's almost the same. I spent my time myself. In the early years, I came into contact with some design-related things. I don't have much talent in painting, so I like to hang out these handicrafts. Anyway, I'm idle."

"How could it be, if Aunt Liang, your art skills are not talented, then I have been wasting my time studying art for so many years." Lu Yuran also followed.

Liang Yingyi was amused and laughed: "Ms. Lu just said sweet-mouthed."

Shen Zhouyi looked sideways.

Look at Lu Yuran.

It counts as saying hello.

Song Rongyan glanced at Jiang Yiyou over there, sneered coldly, ignored him, and happily hugged Shen Zhouyi's arm.

However, Jiang Yiyou was so uncomfortable that he was so blatant that he felt uncomfortable all over by this blatant contempt.

I couldn't help but stare at Song Rongyan several times.

Go inside.

It is still an artistic decoration, diversified and not limited to one style. Liang Yingyi brought Shen Zhouyi to a long table: "There are paper and pens here. After drawing it, you can select materials. Pure handmade may be more troublesome, so you must be patient."

Shen Zhouyi smiled slightly, "Okay, thank you."

Song Rongyan has no artistic genius at all. Her greatest talent is used in acting, but she can't resist her love to play, "I'll try it too."

Shen Zhouyi ignored her.

Holding the pen and thinking carefully for a while.

She wanted to give it to Pei Jinxing as a token of love, which had the common characteristics of the two of them.

Put the writing.

A picture suddenly flashed through Shen Zhouyi's mind.

The soaked spine, broad arms, and a faint butterfly tattoo under the white fabric.

Beautiful and gorgeous.

She was in a daze.

The man in Motuo had a butterfly tattooed on his back.

Very special.

Thinking about it now, it seems quite a coincidence.

For the first time, she confessed to someone, and then met Pei Jinxing after being rejected. He was also linked to the butterfly element, but the No. 22, now looking back, is particularly vague.

Shen Zhouyi looked at her lips and no longer thought deeply.

Be careful to design the drawing.

She had a rough structure in her mind, and she drew a picture in half an hour, and the butterfly lies on a rose petal with a simple outline.

But she was still not satisfied with this draft.

I simply threw it aside and drew it again.

rear.

Lu Yuran wants to make a brooch, and it will be her sister Lu Ziqi’s birthday in a while. She will return to the capital and plan to make a gift to her sister.

She finished drawing.

I went to find Liang Yingyi, with some expectations in my eyes: "Aunt Liang, do you think this is easy to do?"

Liang Yingyi looked at it and said, "This style may be a bit too cumbersome. If you make it yourself, it will be difficult to achieve this effect. Unless you want to customize it specifically, you can try it."

Lu Yuran said: "Is that so, then I will streamline it and plan to give it to my sister, and I want to do it myself."

Liang Yingyi closed the book and smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter, it's not impossible to use beads to embellish it later."

Lu Yuran nodded and returned to her seat.

Shen Zhouyi and the others sat behind her. When she turned around, she could see Shen Zhouyi lying on the table holding a pen and posing a hand, and her eyes moved toward her hand.

There is an unused manuscript there.

Looking at the lines, the natural frame structure is casual and precise, and the style of painting is romantic and vivid. It looks simple, but it progresses layer by layer, not complicated and eye-catching.

Lu Yuran paused.

My eyes stuck on that painting for a long time.

I felt worried, and a kind of unreasonable oppression filled my heart.

She is a master of art, so she can naturally see that her skills cannot be underestimated by these simple strokes.

"Yu Ran? What are you looking at?"

Jiang Yiyou also raised his head and looked at her gaze.

I also noticed the drawing at Shen Zhouyi.

She is not a good-looking artist, and she can't see any tricks. Although she thinks it's good-looking, she can't see the depth of her writing. She just whispered for Lu Yuran: "But that's the case, it's far inferior to Yuran. You are a faction of Chinese painting and are not on the same level as those ordinary people."

Lu Yuran sat down.

The design drawings in her hand were unconsciously clenched. She didn't like this unreasonable sense of crisis. She didn't know why, but now she was in a bad mood.

"I'm not that great either." She pursed her lips, lowered her head and crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can, with a faint tone.

Jiang Yiyou didn't pay attention to the changes in her emotions: "You are just too modest. You are the best. You are not that powerful yet? Do others still want to live?"

Lu Yuran was in a daze.

yes.

She is the best art student.

This is generally recognized.

In the future, I will represent the school to participate in the competition.

Why are you worried about a simple drawing?

No need.

The resources and opportunities she has are something that others will never imagine—

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Shen Zhouyi quickly drew another picture. She added some details and began to select materials. Liang Yingyi looked at her design drawings carefully and looked at her with a look of surprise. "Little girl, you have a lot of ideas."

She has been influenced by her father's paintings since she was a child and has studied some research on famous foreign paintings. The girl's painting style is unique and distinctive. She is very eye-catching without showing off the mountain and leaking water.

Shen Zhouyi was used to this kind of praise. She picked some broken diamonds and became calm and said: "You have been too rewarded."

Liang Yingyi couldn't help but seriously examine the girl.

She thinks it is quite conspicuous.

My father talked about it all his life that none of the sisters inherited the mantle and had no talent and patience. She was weak and sick when she was a child and should not be overworked and kept it warm. Her sister Liang Fudeng was a naughty person, unscrupulous and unruly person, and her father had no hope.

Not that piece of material.

She was a pity for her father.

Now I see Shen Zhouyi.

Suddenly, I felt a little proud of my talent, "Little girl, what are your name? Are you going to be a painting profession in the future?"

Shen Zhouyi smiled appropriately: "My name is Shen Zhouyi, and I will probably continue to work in this industry in the future."

Liang Yingyi's heart moved.

"I wonder, does Miss Shen know about Shanghai-style paintings?"

Just finished speaking.

There was a burst of exclamation from there.

Liang Yingyi looked over there.

When Lu Yuran was found that when he was sharpening a pencil with a utility knife, he was injured and was bleeding and dripping onto the table. Liang Yingyi could only nod to Shen Zhouyi, and then quickly went over to find a band-and-mouth patch to help solve the problem.

Shen Zhouyi didn't care about this episode.

Patiently use silver wire as the frame and carefully carve the butterfly cuffs.

Song Rongyan has poor craftsmanship and made a bracelet casually. It was quite rough and had no technical content. She was quite satisfied with it.

Shen Zhouyi did it well, and he was not in a hurry to take a photo for Pei Jinxing to see.

Instead, he asked inconsistently on WeChat: "What do you like?"

He is not very busy either.

She replied slowly and replied to her voice, with the ending tone being tuned: "Sleep."
Chapter completed!