She opened it and saw that on Gongzijun's new painting, there was a stack of eagles soaring in the sky.
What she tore off happened to be a blue sky behind an eagle.
His style is still extremely wild.
It makes people feel as if they have become part of the world in his paintings, feeling all the things he has depicted.
But Bai Wei curled her lips and smiled, and thought about it: "Okay! I'll pay you a picture that is exactly the same."
"Really?" The young man was ecstatic when he heard this, but then he felt a deep disbelief.
"Of course, if I don't like you if I compensate you, I'll come to see you. But I have a condition." Bai Wei raised his eyebrows and said.
"What conditions?" the young man said anxiously. As long as he could save his painting, he agreed to the conditions that were not too harsh.
"Let them leave a few steps, I'll talk about it." Bai Weiwei pointed behind him.
"You guys retreat." The boy waved his hand.
"Yes." The servants were very obedient and retreated far away.
"Tell me." The boy spoke anxiously.
"You have to promise me that I will return this painting to you as it is, but you are not allowed to make this statement." Bai Weiwei said.
"Okay." He agreed quickly.
"Well, prepare a quiet room for me upstairs. No one is allowed to disturb me within half an hour, otherwise this painting would be useless and the gods would not be able to repair it." Bai Weiwei said.
The boy felt strange about her conditions, but he could save his paintings, so he simply believed her and gave it a try.
Because there is a studio specially provided for people to create on the third floor, people immediately prepared a quiet room upstairs without disturbing people.
Half an hour later, the door opened amid the boy's anxious waiting and Xier's anxiety.
A few gazes instantly stared at them.
Behind a door, a pair of eyes narrowed slightly.
When the two saw Bai Weiwei coming out, they moved up quickly.
After taking the painting handed over by Bai Weiwei, the boy quickly opened it. It was exactly the same. The place where the torn was also intact.
He was overjoyed: "Are you a god? How did you do it?"
Bai Weiwei also smiled and said, "I am not a god, but I can repair it a little bit, but this is a family secret recipe, so it is not convenient to disclose it. You said you should keep it confidential, but you must keep it trustworthy and keep it confidential."
Seeing his painting back, he didn't say anything anymore. Naturally, he agreed readily: "Okay!"
"Then we are going back. After repairing such a painting, it took me a lot of effort. I have to go back and take a break quickly and say goodbye!" Turning to Xier, "Xier, let's go!"
"Oh..." The boy wanted to stop her.
She had already walked away, turned around and waved at him, and made a lip : "Keep confidential!"
They went downstairs to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the two walked on the bustling streets.
"Miss, how did you fix that painting? Why haven't I heard you say before that you know what repair techniques do you know?" Xier asked.
"Xi'er, your lady is omnipotent, you don't know much! Oh, I'm so tired, let's go back quickly." She brushed her mouth, weighed some things and walked forward.
She felt secretly happy after touching the torn painting hidden in her sleeves. It seemed that this time it was not in vain. She got a picture of a young master.
The reason why she didn't want people to know that the painting was drawn by her was because she didn't want to be tired of fame and fortune anymore.
She actually drew the painting she had just given the boy in just a few minutes. She grew up drawing the same egg since she was a child. Copying was her strength. She was good at painting, so she could only draw the same scene when she looked at the original painting. However, the small seal was a bit difficult to draw, which made her have some trouble. In the end, she spent a lot of time blowing the ink on the painting.