Third Master, your painting style is crooked again

Chapter 93 Ai Fei Don't Cry, I'll Help You
It goes without saying how much painstaking effort it takes to create a painting from conception to completion.

But now, all efforts are artificially destroyed, and for the author, the real heart is bleeding.

At this moment, Ji Jiayu, with tears in her eyes, stared fixedly at the destroyed painting.

He bit his lip again, as if trying to suppress his emotions.

Yuan Feiqian looked at the painting, and then looked at the girl who even cried like pear blossoms with rain. Like before, she raised her hand and gently wiped her tears.

Ji Jiayu looked at her, blinked, and tears rolled down her eyes.

Then, she shrunk her mouth and cried while hugging Yuan Feiqian: "My painting was damaged! My hard work for more than a year was destroyed! I'm so sad... woo woo woo..."

Yuan Feiqian raised his hand and patted her on the back, letting her cry, but her eyes looked at the scratched painting, and she pursed her lips slightly: "My concubine doesn't cry, I will help you."

Ji Jiayu was still crying softly: "You can't help this time. It took me more than a year to finish the painting, and now I have to repaint it, but I am so unwilling..."

When Yuan Feiqian heard her crying, she felt distressed.

Although Ji Jiayu looks gentle and charming, she has a strong temper.

They have been friends for so many years, and it is rare to see her cry.

The appearance of Ji Jiayu crying was particularly heart-wrenching, and this painting was indeed a shocking masterpiece, and now it was vandalized in such a malicious way, which aroused the righteous indignation of everyone present.

"Who did this? It's too much! Find the murderer!"

"It was transported here from China, and it went through a few hands in the process. I will check it now!"

Someone immediately started making phone calls to see exactly what went wrong.

But all these actions didn't make much sense to Ji Jiayu, because her hard work had been ruined.

Even if the murderer is found, her paintings will never be restored.

Thinking of this, Ji Jiayu cried even more aggrieved.

Seeing her cry, Yuan Feiqian felt sad.

Several other people around started looking for the murderer with faces full of anger, and some people wanted to comfort Ji Jiayu but didn't know how to say it.

After all, whoever encounters this kind of thing can't be comforted by a few words.

Seeing that Ji Jiayu's eyes were red from crying, the tip of her nose was also red, and her whole body was so pitiful as if she had been soaked in water, Yuan Feiqian couldn't help but wiped her tears again and said, "Jiayu, what I said is true. ,I can help you."

The two of them met in a school stage play. In that play, Yuan Feiqian played an emperor in reverse, while Ji Jiayu played a noble concubine.

After the stage play was over, the two began to address themselves as His Majesty and Concubine Ai.

For several years, nothing has changed.

Only when encountering a particularly serious matter, will the other party's name be called directly.

Now that Yuan Feiqian called her that, Ji Jiayu was taken aback for a moment.

Looking over with wet eyes, he couldn't believe it: "You said you can help me? How can you help me? The painting is broken..."

Speaking of her hard work, the tears she just stopped will roll out again.

Yuan Feiqian wiped her off immediately, and said, "What I said is true, I can fix your painting for you."

After a slight pause, she continued: "It's the same as before it was repaired, and it's guaranteed to be invisible to others!"

Ji Jiayu's eyes widened and she forgot to cry: "Don't you have the ability to turn stone into gold and turn decay into magic?"

　【Little publics (3[▓▓] good night】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)