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He Muqing sat opposite Chen Hao, her gaze fixed on the scroll beside him, her eyes filled with anticipation.

She was clearly eager to see the new painting, but she couldn't urge him directly, so she could only patiently accompany Chen Hao to drink tea and chat.

Seeing her like this, Chen Hao couldn't help but smile. He put the teacup on the tea table, picked up the scroll beside him, and untied the rope on it.

"Manager He, don't worry, I'll show you right away."

He Muqing immediately leaned over, her body slightly forward, her eyes fixed on the slowly unfolding painting, her gaze full of anticipation and curiosity.

She wanted to see what kind of work Chen Hao could produce in just a few days, and whether it could be better than his previous painting, "Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys".

As the Xuan paper was slowly unfurled, a vibrant ink painting of lotus flowers and fish came into view.

In the picture, several lotus leaves are unfurling freely. Some are laid flat on the water, with large leaves and clear veins; others are held high, upright and strong, carrying a hint of vitality.

A half-open lotus flower peeks out from among the lotus leaves, its petals layered upon each other, the tips of which are tinged with a faint red, like a ray of dawn light, gentle and beautiful.

Beneath the lotus leaves, several carp swam freely in the water, some swimming forward with their tails swaying gently.

Some turned and wagged their tails, displaying agile movements;

Others weave among the lotus leaves, as if playing hide-and-seek, each with a different posture, lifelike, as if they might swim out of the picture and jump into the water at any moment.

The water surface is rendered with light ink washes, and the ripples are faintly visible, as if a gentle breeze has stirred them.

In the distance, there are hazy mountain shadows, faint and indistinct; nearby, a few clumps of reeds dot the scene, slender and upright, adding a touch of life to the whole painting.

The painting possesses both the charm of traditional ink painting, with its delicate brushstrokes and profound artistic conception, and Chen Hao's unique personal style.

With bold brushstrokes, rich ink tones, vivid spirit, and profound artistic conception, the viewer is irresistibly drawn into its beauty.

It's as if you're standing by a pond with lotus leaves, lotus flowers, and swimming fish, and you can feel the tranquility and beauty there.

He Muqing was stunned, her eyes fixed on the screen, motionless, her mouth slightly open, her face full of amazement, and even her breathing became shallow.

She has worked in this industry for over a decade and has handled countless works by renowned artists. She can tell a good painting from a bad one at a glance.

But Chen Hao's "Lotus and Fish Playing" still shocked her. It was better than she had imagined, and even better than his previous "Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys".

After a long while, she slowly came to her senses, took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at Chen Hao with eyes full of amazement and admiration:

"Mr. Chen... this painting is even better than your last one, 'Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys,' much better."

I really didn't expect you to be able to create such a wonderful piece.

Chen Hao smiled and said calmly, "Manager He, you flatter me. I just drew it according to my own wishes. I didn't expect to receive such high praise from you."

"It's not an overstatement, absolutely not an overstatement," He Muqing quickly shook her head, her tone firm.

"I've been in this industry for over a decade and have seen countless paintings. I can still tell the difference between a good painting and a bad one."

Your painting, in terms of both brushwork and artistic conception, has reached a very high level. Even some famous artists may not be able to create such a work.

Especially these fish, painted with concise brushstrokes yet remarkably expressive, their postures lively and lifelike; one could never paint like this without decades of experience in brush and ink.

She paused, then couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Chen, may I ask which master you studied under?"

Your calligraphy skills are so profound; you must have received guidance from a renowned master, right?

In her opinion, Chen Hao's amazing painting skills couldn't have been self-taught; he must have had a famous teacher guiding him, otherwise, he couldn't have reached such a level.

Chen Hao shook his head and said with a smile:

"I didn't study under any master; I just drew whatever came to mind. In my spare time..."

I just enjoy writing and drawing. Through gradual exploration, I've developed my own style and accumulated some skill in calligraphy and painting.

He Muqing was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting this answer, and then couldn't help but laugh:

"Mr. Chen, you are too modest. If this is just random painting, then all those formally trained painters who studied under famous masters would have to change careers."

Your skill in brushwork and your ability to create atmosphere cannot be achieved by simply "scribbling." You are too modest.

As she spoke, she lowered her head again and carefully examined the painting, her gaze sweeping over every corner of the canvas, as if afraid of missing any detail.

Suddenly, she pointed to a corner of the screen, her eyes lighting up, her voice tinged with surprise: "Mr. Chen, look here, what's this?"

Chen Hao looked in the direction she was pointing. It was a tiny dot next to the lotus leaf, so small that it was almost invisible if you weren't looking closely.

He smiled and said, "It's nothing, just a dragonfly. I used very light ink to dot it; it's just a small embellishment."

He Muqing leaned closer to take a look, then stepped back a few paces to observe from a distance. She then looked up at Chen Hao with disbelief and deep admiration in her eyes.

"Is this a dragonfly? My goodness, Mr. Chen, you are too meticulous! Such a small dragonfly, highlighted with such light ink, is almost unnoticeable if you don't look closely."

Look at it! Its wings are transparent, its body is slender, and its posture is so lifelike, it looks as if it's really perched on a lotus leaf. It's so incredibly realistic!

She stared at the dragonfly for a long time before straightening up, letting out a long sigh, her voice full of emotion:

"Mr. Chen, your painting is no longer just a simple landscape painting. You are using the brushstrokes of landscape painting to create an entire vibrant world."

Lotus leaves, lotus flowers, swimming fish, dragonflies, and the unseen breeze, flowing water, and sunlight.

You subtly incorporated these elements into the painting, bringing it to life, imbuing it with spirit and vitality.

She looked at Chen Hao again, her admiration growing stronger: "I have to say, this painting of yours is a huge improvement over the last one."

It's incredible that your drawing skills have improved so much in just a few days.

I'm really curious, how did you do that?

Chen Hao smiled but didn't say anything.

He knew that his great progress was not only due to the system's help, but also because of Lin Caiwei's return.

With Lin Caiwei and Sisi by his side these past few days, he felt exceptionally cheerful and his heart was filled with warmth.

Those emotions hidden deep in the heart, that love for life, are all incorporated into the painting, giving it spirit and vitality.