After the rebirth, I was spoiled by the bosses

Chapter 125
No matter how happy you are, Su Yan wiped off the fried chicken oil on the drawing paper.

The point is that she didn't even bother to change the drawing paper. She took the bowl of fried chicken on the side and put it on the drawing paper.

He stretched out his hand and pushed it, and poured all the black paint on the drawing paper.

Mu Zhentian frowned, and ordered the servant to change a piece of drawing paper, and bring over the paint again.

Without raising her head, Su Yan said, "No need."

Then start to paint, don't use the tip of the pen, but use the pen holder to grind the paint on the drawing paper evenly.

After dawdling for a long time, I finally picked up the pen.

Everyone took a closer look...

hiss…………

There were a lot of gasps from the crowd.

No one draws like this, even Ling Dongping just sketched it out stroke by stroke.

It's almost unheard of for her to say so directly.

Su Yan's movements were extremely fast, even faster than Ling Dongping's before.

More and more people couldn't help but squeezed to the front, so crowded that Mu Zhentian, Huo Kangyuan, Ling Dongping, and He Jiangshan could hardly stand still.

The more Mu Zhentian looked, the more exciting the look in his eyes became.

From disdain at the beginning, to shock, to disbelief...

With a dazed expression on his face, before he could react, Su Yan had already put down his brush.

It is almost exactly the same as Ling Dongping's painting just now, but this painting is obviously different.

It seems that it is not a painting, but a story.

Just looking at the painting, one can feel the sadness of the protagonist.

In contrast, although Ling Dongping's paintings are also perfect, they are just like completing a task. Beauty is beauty, but there is no resonance.

Mu Zhentian hurriedly ordered the servant to bring the picture frame, and he couldn't wait to frame it.

Standing in front of the portrait, Mu Zhentian felt as if he had entered that story.

Under the boundless night, the sky is full of stars.

On the top of the barren mountain of Yinshan, under the blue cherry tree, the maid looked up at the stars, looking at them all night long.

The moonlight broke through the clouds and sprinkled on the maid, forming a desolate and hazy beauty.

"I see."

A sudden exclamation broke Mu Zhentian's distraction.

It's Ling Dongping.

He excitedly took Su Yan's hand, "Master, I know why I can't draw your artistic conception anymore, it's oil."

Su Yan: "???"

"What oil?"

Ling Dongping laughed loudly, "The fried chicken oil in your hand has melted into the drawing paper, and the paint splashed on it will not be absorbed by the drawing paper. Instead, it will cast a faint light, making the paint more vivid. Uniform, so that the night really blends in with the painting."

Su Yan twitched the corner of her mouth: "This...would it be a bit ridiculous, I didn't realize it!"

Excitedly eager to try, Ling Dongping once again asked the servant to prepare fried chicken legs and paint paper.

However, Ling Dongping didn't eat the chicken legs. Instead, he let the chicken legs warm up, oiled them with his hands, and imitated Su Yan's method to draw.

Su Yan watched intently, watching... then, the dog beeped.

The reason why she couldn't find it for so many years is really because she is greedy.

Ling Dongping jumped up excitedly, "Master, look, is it exactly the same?"

Su Yan quickly pressed him down with his hands: "Okay, yes, yes, don't jump, how old are you, what should you do if you do something wrong?"

Ling Dongping: "..."

He is young at heart.

After Mu Zhentian was shocked, he held the painting like a rare treasure and said happily, "I'm sure, this is the painting of Master Xianyun."

Huo Sile still refused to accept it: "Grandpa Mu, you should watch carefully, don't be fooled."

(End of this chapter)