Daddy, big boss mommy has fallen off the horse

Chapter 341
With just a few strokes, the girl rescued the destroyed painting.

On the half of the scroll, which was splashed with thick paint, the girl expressed it with dark light and shadow, while the other half was bright and bright.

Half bright and half dark, there is an astonishing visual effect.

Mo Yi stammered, "This... this..."

Ye Luoluo smiled slightly, put down the brush, and said, "You draw very well."

"You will draw better in the future."

Hearing this, Mo Yi's nose was slightly sore.

Originally, his painting was destroyed, but unexpectedly, it was saved by the girl in front of him with a few strokes.

Ye Luoluo turned to leave, and Mo Yi suddenly yelled at her: "Well, you, what's your name?"

Ye Luoluo glanced at him, but said nothing.

The other students gathered in front of Mo Yi's painting one after another.

"Damn! Why does it look better than the first one!"

"It's impossible! It's only been a few minutes? He was rescued?"

"Isn't it? That's okay too? Who is that girl, she's so awesome!"

"Is this considered cheating, Mo Yi?"

"Damn it, I've painted it myself! How do you feel that it looks better after the modification! It's ten times and a hundred times better than the beginning!"

"It's over, how can we fight this way, Mo Yi will definitely win No.1 today!"

……

Mo Yi looked at the oil painting in front of him with complicated emotions.

He pondered for a moment, took off the oil painting in front of him, rolled it into a scroll, and said, "I'll leave for a while, you can do whatever you want."

For those who ruined his paintings, he didn't have a good face to show them.

Mo Yi took the painting and walked to the teacher's office.

At this moment, Ye Luoluo also came to the office of the president of the association.

She gently placed the painting on her back on the table and said, "Hello."

The president is a serious middle-aged man.

The president looked at her suspiciously, "You are?"

Ye Luoluo smiled slightly, handed over the painting on the table, and said, "On behalf of Master Wan, I will send this painting over."

Hearing this, the president was overjoyed!
"Really? It turned out to be Master Nianwan! The master's work has been painted, right?"

The president carefully held the scroll in front of him like a treasure.

Ye Luoluo nodded and said, "Yes, this is the work prepared by Master Nianwan for this month's charity auction."

The president immediately said with tears in his eyes: "Let me say thank you to the master! If there is no master, how can our painting association get the popularity it has today?"

"President, you don't have to say that. The master's paintings can help more people, which is also a great thing for the master."

"You are right! God will bless Master!" the president said solemnly.

The next moment, he slowly unfolded the scroll in front of him.

What appeared in front of him was a picture of a spring suburban market.

He swears that this is the most outstanding Chinese painting he has ever seen except for the painting of Ascending the River during the Qingming Festival.

The president held a magnifying glass and watched carefully bit by bit.

Every person and character on it is drawn vividly, and even the little bugs on the ground are exquisitely outlined.

It's amazing, it's amazing!

The chairman looked more and more excited.

"This... this, this, this!" The president tremblingly looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes sparkling, and said, "It's worthy of being passed down from generation to generation!"

"The president is too much for the award, so it can't be considered as a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

"No, no, no! It's fully qualified! I don't know if you've ever seen the real painting of Shanghe during the Qingming Festival! This picture of the suburban market in spring is not inferior to it at all!"

The president was so excited that he even trembled when he spoke.

"Such a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, does the master really want to put it up for auction? I think such a good work should be carefully treasured by those who cherish Chinese painting... If it is put up for auction, it may not necessarily fall into the hands of some kind of people , I am afraid that some people who don't know how to paint will ruin the master's masterpiece!"

"President, this painting may be very outstanding to you, but to the master, it is no different from the usual works, so you can put it at auction at ease."

This is true.

In fact, for Ye Luoluo, this picture of the spring suburb market is not the best one she has ever drawn.

"Okay, okay! This time, I really thank the master. This painting will definitely be able to fetch a high price! After you go back, you must help me thank the master! The spirit of selfless dedication of the master is really impressive. People are moved!"

The corner of Ye Luoluo's mouth twitched, feeling a little helpless, she could only say, "I will."

"Since the painting has been delivered, I will leave first."

"Okay, you go slowly, feel free to contact me if you have anything to do." The president said politely.

Ye Luoluo nodded, then turned and left.

5 minutes later--

Mo Yi knocked on the office door.

"Come in." The president said while looking at the painting with a magnifying glass.

Mo Yi pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing his teacher staring at the painting without looking up, Mo Yi walked over curiously and said, "Teacher, what are you looking at?"

"It's Mo Yi, come on, come on!"

The president pulled Mo Yi to his side, and said, "Mo Yi, take a quick look at this picture of the spring suburban market, it's great, it's really great!"

Looking at the picture in front of him, Mo Yi was shocked.

"This……"

"Mo Yi, look at the signature!" The president pointed to the corner and said.

Mo Yi looked at the signature, and there were two words written on it: Nianwan.

Mo Yi was startled, "Master Nian Wan painted it?"

"That's not it! How is it? This painting is worthy of being handed down from generation to generation, what do you think!"

Mo Yi nodded and said, "Teacher, you are right, I think it's great too."

Master Nianwan's paintings, each one is a masterpiece.

If Master Nian Wan could draw such a picture, it would not be surprising.

"Teacher, I want you to look at this."

Mo Yi unfolded the oil painting in front of him.

The president looked at the painting in his hand, half of it was bright, and it was generally dark, but the brushstrokes of the obviously dark half should be more atmospheric and layered.

The president nodded and said, "The dark side is very good, did you draw it?"

Mo Yi shook his head, and he said: "It was drawn by a girl, teacher, have you ever seen a sister in a light blue school uniform? She changed this ruined oil painting into That's it."

Light blue school uniform?
The chairman's expression changed immediately.

"Teacher, have you seen it?"

The president quickly said: "She was the one who sent Master Nianwan's paintings!"

Hearing this, Mo Yi's expression also changed.

"Teacher, will she, will she be..."

At this moment, the president also thought of Nian Wan. He took Mo Yi's oil painting, tasted it carefully, and found that the dark half was very cleverly painted!It's hard to imagine this was drawn in 3 minutes!
"Teacher, is she Master Nianwan? She is Master Nianwan, right?" Mo Yi looked at him excitedly.

Oh my god, he was actually repainted under the guidance of Master Nianwan. When he returns, he must frame this oil painting!

(End of this chapter)