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Chapter 280 How could there be such a stupid offspring?

Zhao Xinwen's painting is that the clear ice and snow are flying on the continuous snow-capped mountains. There are no people or animals, but it can make people feel the chill of deep winter when they breathe. It is boundless and shocking. A touch of shock is not yet ready.

After reading Miss Wan's, Russell paused for a while before Zhao Xinwen's finished painting, and turned away.

Huo Zheng's eyes lingered on Zhao Xinwen's painting for a long time.

The Ling family, Zhao Xinwen, and those who were looking forward to Zhao Xinwen's return to favor were all analyzing the expressions on their faces.

It's just that the faces of these two people are indifferent from the beginning to the end, making it impossible to see what they are thinking.

But Huo Zheng's stay alone was enough to make their hearts beat faster.

If you don't like it, why did you stare at it for so long?
You must know that even though Jane passed away early, everyone in the Huo family knew his love and longing for his mother, and others naturally heard a lot.

As long as Huo Zheng can look at Zhao Xinwen with admiration because of this, the relationship between the Ling family and the Huo family will definitely be closer!
As for Xihua's, a layer of color is added on the original basis, and some changes have been made in the overall situation. If it is said that it feels young and young, then after the recoloring, time is in full bloom. The feeling is gorgeous and colorful, but such colorful colors will not make people feel complicated and contradictory, and only feel that the eyes are open and magnificent.

Those who don't know how to paint, looked at the difference in sequence, and said in surprise, "It's really amazing to see."

Those who have learned some painting skills, but not much, glanced at the corners of their lips and said, "The colors are just different."

Those who are accomplished in painting looked around the painting for a long time, nodded frequently and said things like "use of color, layout and space are just right" and "absolute master skills".

Russell looked at it for a while, and suddenly became excited. He stepped forward and slowly raised the drawing paper, laughing loudly: "What do you know! The wonderful thing about this painting is behind it!"

The paper is extremely thin, and the extended lines of various colors of paint are clearly reflected on the other side, but whether they pass through or not, it appears to be layered, showing a magnificent autumn scene of a lotus pond under the sky, and a piece of green leaves. There is a branch of Hanzi in bud, waiting to be released, standing gracefully in the bleak autumn day!
The alternation and collision of the two seasons are so clearly revealed on the paper. Even in winter, even if the surrounding heating is warm, you can still feel a thin coolness in the dry air in early autumn, and a trace of the fragrance of Han.

Mr. Wan was immediately attracted to the painting, and couldn't help but praise the painting: "It's like being on the bank of a lotus pond in autumn! If it wasn't for the painter's profound skill and extraordinary state of mind, it would never be possible to do it! Great! Great painting!"

The few people who were waiting to laugh at Xihua looked very dissatisfied, but somehow maintained the attitude of "it has nothing to do with me".

Ms. Liu pursed her lips, and said jealously: "It's just learning from others, so what's there to be proud of!"

An Le raised her eyebrows and was really proud, as if she was the one who got the compliment: "It's a pity that some people can't even learn!"

Ms. Liu wanted to choke, but seeing the young masters of the Rong family standing behind her, she didn't dare to stare at her before turning her face away.

Everyone looked at Huo Zheng, wanting to hear his comments.

Huo Zheng looked at the painting, smiled brightly, and admired it all over his face: "This kind of brushstrokes and painting style are comparable to my mother's..."

Even?

This kind of comment is not for someone who can only imitate, but has her own creativity and thinking, so, does this painting of hers incorporate her own style?
Ms. Liu said unconvinced: "It's pretty good, but the colors are too messy. I still think Xin Wen's is the best!"

Huo Zheng also really looked at Zhao Xinwen's paintings.

Zhao Xinwen smiled confidently, and her voice was gentle: "Please also ask Grandpa Huo for advice."

The Ling family didn't expect her to paint so well, and they were a little nervous in their satisfaction.

I hope that when I hear Huo Zheng's approval, it will be a sure thing for Zhao Xinwen to hook up with the Huo family.

Unexpectedly, what he heard was a very disrespectful sentence: "There is no soul."

Zhao Xinwen froze with a smile: "Can I ask Grandpa Huo for some advice?"

Huo Zheng nodded and looked at Xi Hua.

Xi Hua only glanced at it, his face turned cold: "Miss Zhao's painting, the lines and layout are based on the 'harmony' hanging in the Huo family's study, but the 'harmony' is the sea, you painted it It’s Snow, with similar intentions.”

Ms. Liu sneered and said, "No matter how good Ms. Mu's paintings are, she is not a professional. It would be a bit overwhelming to comment on other people's paintings."

Xi Hua thought it was a waste of time to even talk to her: "The strokes are a bit deliberate, with hooks everywhere, but every stroke of Jian En's paintings is chic and smooth. I learned well, but it's a pity that I don't have my own thoughts."

Jiang Lanting concluded: "To put it clearly, this level can fool laymen."

Huo Zheng nodded, agreeing with her two comments.

The way Wan Lao expresses his approval is to ask his granddaughter to appreciate Xihua's paintings.

Ms. Liu's face was ugly, she was too jealous.

Everyone: "..." Okay, they are laymen.

Xihua's footsteps came in front of Zhao Xinwen, her reckless and lazy posture easily crushed Zhao Xinwen's pride: "Do you know why that painting is called 'harmony'?"

Zhao Xinwen stared at her, the gloom in her eyes was like a storm, which was in sharp contrast to her soft voice: "It seems that my sister knows."

He Linlin smiled: "Tell me quickly, let's listen too."

Xihua changed positions, facing Yan Qingmu's side, and said in a rambling voice: "Heyin, the painting depicts the relationship between Jian En and his husband Huo Changyin, so it has never been shown to outsiders..."

The person opposite stood a little far away, but kept staring at her lips, seeing what she said, and upon hearing this, that handsome face seemed to fall into a clump of colorful flowers, Bursting out of scorching coquettishness.

The exquisite eyebrows were raised lightly, and the topic changed, "Zhao Xinwen, and your Ling family, although you have also been to the Huo family, but Huo Changyin's study room is not open to you, may I ask Miss Zhao, what is the matter with you?" Do you know this painting?"

Hearing Xihua's sharp point, the expressions of the Ling family changed.

The other party gave her the painting, and only said that the painting was Huo Zheng's favorite. Unexpectedly, outsiders would not be able to see this.

Zhao Xinwen tried her best to maintain her composure, and completely shirked the fact that she went to the Huo family's young master to trick him and lure him to show her Huo Zheng's favorite painting school: "It's true that I haven't seen this painting, I just talked about it with my friends. Recently, I am obsessed with Mr. Jian En's paintings, and he took the initiative to take pictures for me."

Xihua smiled faintly, and gave a slight "Oh".

It seems that the inheritance of IQ has nothing to do with the soul, otherwise how could she be such a stupid offspring?
Or is it that she, Mu Xihua, really has a grudge against Zhao Xinwen in her life, and her offspring has to be plotted by her?

"Huo Zheng."

(End of this chapter)