"I really don't know what to say!" Tian Peng sneered, walked directly to the wall in front of him, and took off the painting on it.
Seeing his rude movements, Xia Weiyang frowned subconsciously and whispered: "What are you doing with the [draftsman's] painting?"
Vice President Meng also had a distressed expression: "Be gentle, be gentle. This art gallery only has this one painting by [Drawer], which I borrowed with great difficulty."
This art museum is owned by the Meng family.
When the painting was brought to Lu Xixin's side, Lu Xixin lowered her eyes and looked around the painting. Then she raised her eyes and said in a low tone, "I won't lend it to you now."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to take the painting and placed it on the table casually, saying in a nonchalant tone, "I'll auction this one."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room suddenly became silent, like a cemetery.
Everyone was stunned there, unable to find their own tone and speechless.
Xia Weiyang was the first to react. She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Lu Xixin with shock: "You are the [draftsman]!"
Before Lu Xixin could reply, Tian Peng spoke first with a speechless expression: "You guys, do you have any brains? [Drawers] have always provided paintings through my master, President Luo. This style of painting is obvious
It was not painted by the master, and she has 6 disciples. Except for the fourth disciple, each of the other disciples has their own famous paintings. Even if you think with your toes, you should suspect that the [draughtsman] is my fourth senior sister!"
"No, it's impossible." Xia Weiyang was lost. Thinking of how proud she was that she had a level 6 in [Draftsman], Xia Weiyang couldn't help but want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Shameful, so shameful!
She is simply too embarrassed to see anyone!
Xia Tian lost his previous arrogance and huddled aside with regret on his face.
Vice President Meng was still able to hold his own, and looked at Lu Xixin with a frown: "Since Miss Lu is a [draftsperson], why didn't she reveal her identity earlier? Why did she hide it?"
President Luo stood guard in front of Lu Xixin, looked up at Vice President Meng, and explained with a smile: "My disciple said that her painting was not good, and she was afraid of being embarrassed, so she hid her identity."
As soon as the words fell, everyone present suddenly looked speechless.
If you are at this level and say that your painting is not good, then what are they painting? Is it daddy!
President Luo looked at the painting in front of him, then looked around, and his voice became serious: "When did the Painting Association become so chaotic? First, he spoke for the plagiarists, and then he mocked others condescendingly!
Why, must my disciples paint and become famous painters? Will my disciples be ridiculed and ostracized if they are not good at painting?
What kind of bad atmosphere is this!”
President Luo became more and more angry as he spoke: "If Xixin doesn't reveal her identity as a draftsman today, wouldn't you still be reluctant to let go? The original intention of the establishment of the Painting Association is to create paintings and theoretical research, and to protect
Painting works promote the prosperity and development of domestic painting, not for comparison and exclusion."
"I won't say much, everyone will go back and reflect on their own."
President Luo had not spoken before, but she had seen everyone's reactions. The Painting Association has been developing prosperously under her leadership. She thought that selecting talented and talented members was the most important thing, but she ignored it.
their moral character.
It seems it's time for the Painting Association to rectify its problems.
President Luo sent Lu Xixin out, held her hand, and said in an apologetic tone: "Xinxin, it's my fault. I didn't expect Xia Weiyang to be so extreme and intolerant. That girl is very talented and hard-working, and she also cares about your works."
I highly recommend it. I thought that introducing you to each other would bring you a close friend, but I didn’t expect..."
The huge guilt almost annihilated President Luo.
Although other people were responsible for the things that happened today, she, the president, cannot escape the blame.
Lu Xixin leaned on President Luo's shoulder, and her voice was different from the previous coldness, with a hint of admiration: "It's me who should apologize. If it weren't for hiding my identity, the teacher wouldn't be blamed for this."
"Silly girl." President Luo patted her hand, "Why are you talking about this? You are my apprentice, and I won't protect you. If you really feel sorry for me, just put more thought into your painting."
Lu Xixin bent her eyes and smiled, then pulled Yun Niannian over: "Teacher, look, what do you think of the seventh disciple I found for you?"
President Luo looked at Yun Niannian for a while and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad."
Yun Niannian stood nearby, her face almost turning red. She kept wanting to speak, but had no chance. It was not until the last moment that she spoke in despair: "No, no, I can't draw anymore."
what happened?
People have questions.
Yun Niannian raised her right hand with a fragile expression: "This hand has injured its tendons and I can't hold the pen steady."
After saying that, Yun Niannian closed her eyes in despair.
Painting has been her lifelong dream. She has loved painting since she was a child. She dreamed of becoming a great painter and having a painting exhibition, but she never thought that one day she would be unable to hold a paintbrush.
Just when Yun Niannian was waiting for everyone to lament with regret, a soft hand covered her wrist.
Yun Niannian opened her eyes and looked at Lu Xixin grabbing her wrist without knowing why.
Lu Xixin held Yun Niannian's pulse for a while, then checked it carefully, and said firmly: "It's a small problem, it can be cured."
What the hell?
What did Sister Xinxin just say?
Yun Niannian was stunned. She was so shocked that her soul almost left her body.
She rubbed her face vigorously and looked at Lu Xixin: "Sister Xinxin, what did you just say?"
Zhu Xiaoxiao couldn't stand her and pulled her aside: "Okay, okay, don't be stupid. Teacher Lu said it can be cured, didn't you hear?"
Yun Niannian was in disbelief. Until she returned to Gu's house and sat on the sofa in the room, she still looked distracted.
Zhu Xiaoxiao stretched out two fingers and shook them in front of her eyes: "Wake up, wake up quickly."
Yun Niannian grabbed Zhu Xiaoxiao's hand and couldn't believe it: "Can Sister Xinxin really heal my hand?"
"Of course." Zhu Xiaoxiao said matter-of-factly, "What do you mean? Teacher Lu has very good medical skills."
Yun Niannian still couldn't believe it, so she stretched out her fingers and said, "She knows how to make buns, medical skills, scientific research, and painting... Sister Xin Xin is such a genius, isn't there anything else in the world that Sister Xin Xin doesn't have?
Will do?"
Teacher Lu can’t?
Zhu Xiaoxiao held her chin and fell into deep thought.
After Yun Niannian sighed, seeing Zhu Xiaoxiao in a daze, he pushed her and said, "Hey, Xiaoxiao, why are you so stunned? What are you thinking about?"
Zhu Xiaoxiao frowned: "I was thinking, is there anything in this world that Teacher Lu can't do?"
Yun Niannian: "Have you thought of it?"
Zhu Xiaoxiao collapsed and shook her head: "No, I can't think of it."
Yun Niannian: "..."
It's a bit exaggerated, sister.
At this moment, Yun Niannian only thought that Zhu Xiaoxiao was exaggerating and joking. It was not until a few years later that Yun Niannian realized that Zhu Xiaoxiao was not joking. She was really thinking seriously about what Lu Xixin could do.
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There really is a genius like Lu Xixin in this world who is amazing at times!