Tian's wife is fierce

Chapter 840
Chapter 840

"Very powerful," Luo Huanzhi said seriously.

Yin Jiaoruan stopped talking.

Luo Huanzhi turned his head again, held Yin Jiaoruan's face in his hands, met Yin Jiaoruan's eyes, and said solemnly: "You are very powerful!"

"I see, don't say it anymore," Yin Jiaoruan's face was flushed, and her eyes became moist.

She was still embarrassed.

The people in Jiang Lao Painting Academy did not recognize Yin Jiaoruan.

When Yin Jiaoruan and Luo Huanzhi walked into Jiang Lao Painting Academy, no one thought there was any difference, and no one gave them a second look, as if the two of them were like a gust of wind blowing through the air, existing but unreal.

Yin Jiaoruan and Luo Huanzhi walked to the backyard of Jiang Lao Painting Academy.

Then I heard a similar statement just now.

"The reason why our painting school can flourish like it is today is thanks to everyone from Maekawa, who organized it for us..."

Yin Jiaoruan reached out and grabbed Luo Huanzhi's arm again, trying to tear him away.

In the entire Jianglao Painting Academy, no one remembers Jianglao, but when teaching painting in class, he must be ahead of everyone in Sichuan, as if the current school of character realism is so popular because of her Yin Jiaoruan.

She was so ashamed that she wanted to drill into the ground.

Don't praise her anymore, she won't be able to stay any longer.

Yin Jiaoruan and Luo Huanzhi came to the door that used to be the front hall.

The front hall is still the front hall, the difference is that the front hall has become like a small art exhibition, and the outstanding paintings of students in the past ten years are hung on both sides.

It is possible to visit.

It is an honor to be able to hang a painting here for one year, a small achievement for two years, and a great achievement for five years, and it is everyone who can hang it all the time.

And these paintings on the wall live up to expectations and each has its own characteristics. Although the brushstrokes are not so mature, they already have a style of their own.

"It's here to see off Elder Jiang," Yin Jiaoruan thought of when she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, standing here to see off Elder Jiang.

"Well," Luo Huanzhi didn't remind him, he knew all about the fact that he was beside him at that time.

In the courtyard of Mr. Jiang's bedroom, which is reserved and not allowed to be entered by outsiders——

Yin Jiaoruan pointed to Mr. Jiang's bedroom, and said, "That's where Mr. Jiang said that my paintings can directly jump over him to worship his master as his teacher, and he accepts apprentices on his behalf. At that time, those who admired and admired... ..."

There was a smile on Yin Jiaoruan's face, and tears gleamed in her eyes.

"Well," Luo Huanzhi nodded, as if he had returned to the past and changed back to Yan Xiujiu.

He was trying to reduce his sense of existence at that time, obviously he was standing there, but no one could notice him.

At that time, he shouldn't have restrained his breath, maybe he could stand directly beside Yin Jiaoruan at that time, that...seemed not bad.

"People... when they reach a certain age, they will miss the old days and miss the past. I am now... that's how it is," Yin Jiaoruan sighed.

Luo Huanzhi's eyes flickered slightly, and he occupied his head.

There was something wrong with Yin Jiaoruan, Chunmei, and Luo Huanzhi's gaze.

After leaving Jianglao Painting Academy, no one noticed that the two had been there, and the two left again.

Yin Jiaoruan left a painting of her own in Jiang Lao Painting Academy, and she also wanted her painting to participate in the rise and fall of Jiang Lao Painting Academy in the next hundred years.

Luo Huanzhi looked back at Jiang Lao Painting Academy, and made several gestures towards the dark place.

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Jiang Lao Painting Academy, in the hall——

Yin Jiaoruan's paintings were left in the hall, neatly placed in circles on the table, waiting for someone to unfold them.

Then it was a student who came in first, saw a roll of paintings on the table, stepped forward to open it, and immediately wanted to put the paintings in his sleeve and take them away.

This is the painting of everyone in Maekawa!Who wouldn't want a collection?

This one is put here, and no one will find out if he takes it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuezi's heart was beating with excitement, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, and he became more calm and determined.

(End of this chapter)