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Chapter 165 Praise
"Is this Brother Xiu's office? But I remember that there is a low wall under the floor-to-ceiling windows of Brother Xiu's office."

Pin Rong couldn't believe what the two said.

"There was no low wall in the past, but it seems that Miss Zhong said something, and Zexiu added a low wall." Pinxuan explained with a smile, and Pin Rong's face immediately became ugly when he heard this. .

"That girl Xiaoyan seems to have learned to paint, right? You mean this painting was painted by Xiaoyan?"

Grandma Qin tasted the meaning of the painting, and her face was filled with a smile. The more she looked at the painting, the happier she became.

"Grandma, here she comes."

Pinxuan looked around, and happened to see Zhong Xiaoyan who was walking this way. Grandma Qin followed her gaze and walked over as soon as she saw Zhong Xiaoyan.

"Little Yan."

"Hey, grandma."

Zhong Xiaoyan was a little surprised when she heard someone calling her, and she was even more surprised when she saw it was Grandma Qin. She immediately walked up to her and greeted Grandma Qin with a smile.

"You came to see the art exhibition, what do you think?"

Grandma Qin stretched out her hand to hold Zhong Xiaoyan, and first asked a question about the exhibition.

"It's good. Although the works of students are more mature and sophisticated than those of lesser-known painters, but because they have not entered the society yet, they are more focused on creation, and the paintings are more agile. Some of the works have begun to take shape. With the demeanor of a master, he will surely become a famous painter in the future."

Zhong Xiaoyan expressed her opinion very sincerely, Grandma Qin was very happy to hear it.

"I also found a very good painting. I think that painting is the best in this exhibition."

Grandma Qin smiled mysteriously, and Zhong Xiaoyan asked after hearing the words: "I don't know which painting is it that makes Grandma like it so much?"

Grandma Qin pulled Zhong Xiaoyan to the painting that Zhong Xiaoyan herself drew, pointed her finger and said with a smile: "This is the one. I think this one is the best among all the paintings. It doesn't matter whether it's composition, concept or artistry. It's very good, it doesn't look like a student's work, the painting style is very mature, it can be seen that it has been painted with great effort. And this author has very good painting skills, I think he has been painting for at least ten years."

Grandma Qin pointed at Zhong Xiaoyan's paintings and praised them greatly. Although Zhong Xiaoyan felt that she had a thick skin, she couldn't help feeling a little hot at this moment. This was the first time she was praised so fiercely in front of someone.

Pin Rong listened to it very unpleasantly. Grandma Qin already knew that the painting was drawn by Zhong Xiaoyan, but she still praised it like this. She was not praising the painting, but she was praising Zhong Xiaoyan herself.

"Xiao Yan, what do you think of this painting?"

Grandma Qin still smiled, and threw the topic to Zhong Xiaoyan again.

Zhong Xiaoyan looked up at the painting, then looked down at Grandma Qin, but she still couldn't say what she praised.

"Grandma, don't tease me, you must know that I painted it."

Zhong Xiaoyan is not a fool, Grandma Qin's tone just now was clearly a bit teasing.

"Hahaha, you girl is really clever."

Grandma Qin smiled and stretched out her hand to pat Zhong Xiaoyan on the shoulder. The more she looks at Zhong Xiaoyan, the more pleasing she is now. When she was investigating Zhong Xiaoyan's information, she saw her introduction to painting, but maybe she was taken aback by her killer appearance. Grandma Qin just ignored the news. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. I should take a closer look at her works.

Fortunately, it's not too late now, Zhong Xiaoyan is a perfect piece of rough jade in her eyes, as long as she polishes it a little, she will definitely become a shining new star in the painting world in the future.

"What's the big deal, I'm sure I can draw well if I play elementary school painting, not to mention that I must be more attentive in order to participate in the competition, and I don't know if I have this level."

(End of this chapter)