Somehow, Mo Luan's beautiful and slightly picked phoenix eyes appeared in front of his eyes.
She is always arrogant and unruly.
Doesn't seem to put anything in the eye.
Don't put him in the eyes, always taunting him against him.
After realizing what he was thinking, An Jinze was stunned, shaking off the picture in his mind.
Zuo Qingxuan felt warm when he heard An Jinze's answer.
Another sentence blurted out, "Do you love me?"
After asking, both of them were taken aback.
Zuo Qingxuan bit her lower lip nervously.
There was only the breathing of two people in the phone.
Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems that it has only passed for a moment.
An Jinze sighed slightly, she was taking an exam, and he didn't want to affect her mood.
But I didn't want to lie to her, saying: "You and Grandpa are my most important people."
Zuo Qingxuan seemed to be discouraged, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
She should be happy.
She thought he would say sorry.
Zuo Qingxuan did laugh and said softly, "Thank you."
An Jinze noticed something wrong with her and asked, "What's the matter? Did the exam fail?"
"No."
Zuo Qingxuan looked at the stage and said, "Jinze, do you know? Some people can really fly into the sky."
But it was not her, but the woman of Mo Luan.
From a country woman with a poor mind, she became the sister of the president Hongluan, and she became the granddaughter of the veteran of the World Association.
How dramatic, but how bitter it is.
"Who? Are you from the art museum?"
An Jinze thought Zuo Qingxuan had some emotion when he saw other people's achievements, and said with a smile, "You are still young, in your twenties, and your achievements have just begun."
Zuo Qingxuan shook her head, she is still messing around.
There was a voice from the front desk, and she looked sideways.
Ou Luan was commenting on the painter's work with a microphone.
Zuo Qingxuan couldn't help but concentrate and listened to her.
An Jinze didn't hear her voice and thought she was busy, so he said, "Then hang up first, and tell me when you finish the exam."
"Ok."
Zuo Qingxuan absently hung up the phone and put his mind on the stage again.
After Mo Luan finished speaking, the daring painter humbly asked for advice, "Miss, please help me change it."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the selection seats.
Yun Hanqin was very excited, "Will Sister Luan agree?"
Song Zhiyong couldn't help but clenched his hands, staring straight at the girl.
See how she answers.
"Well, I will perform my duties in his place."
The chic girl stood up from the selection stand.
Everyone stared at her nervously.
I was thinking, how about the painting skills of the students taught by Mr. Su?
She hasn't entered any art museum, is she low-key or not capable enough?
Some people have great expectations of her, and some are skeptical.
But listening to her talented comments, her sharp words, and her words, can not only make the artist reflect on, but also make the audience understand.
Mo Luan took the paintbrush, added a few strokes to the simple landscape painting, and changed the mountains.
Two simple strokes immediately made the whole painting more vivid.
At first glance, it seemed as if I was in the mountains and rivers, surrounded by smoke, high mountains and birds singing, and I couldn't tell the truth from the fake.
Really wonderful.
Those who know how to paint can't help but exclaim, this sound is like turning on a switch.
Everyone started talking.
"As expected of Mr. Su's student, it's amazing."
"Just a few strokes have turned a landscape map into "living"."