A neat painting has slightly worn edges, which is quite old-fashioned.

On the white paper, a girl was half kneeling in front of the broken window. I don’t know if someone broke the glass or herself?

The night outside looked dark and cold, like a huge vortex, but she reached out her hand and felt like she was rushing to hope.

The bold and smooth lines are almost a cold color, but they just make people feel a glimmer of vitality.

This painting... is called Xinsheng!

Absolutely in line with the subject, a stunning work.

The barrage paused for a whole minute before it started to start to brush again:

"I, I, me,!!! I can do it again!"

"This painting, wow... I'm so touching!"

"What kind of genius design is this? Use the coldest color to blend and outline hope in desperate situations? You don't dare to paint this way without any strength!"

"Yes, yes! If you use a little bit less, this painting will be ruined!"

"I can't tell what it feels like. The tone of the whole painting is very depressing, and the world outside the starry sky looks more cold and cruel, but it is much better than the situation in the room! In fact, the room is always warmer than the cold night, and it gives me a different feeling!"

"I was smart enough upstairs. I just wanted to say something wrong, but I couldn't say it. It turned out that my mouth was growing on you!"

"One hundred works, one hundred!"

Apple was shocked. He looked at the painting, his mind was blank, and the expression of regret on his face was not fake.

He was stunned for a long time, and when he came to his senses, his first sentence was: "Whose work is this?"

Lu Xinran had known that Apple would be shocked, but he didn't expect the effect to be so outstanding?

She smiled with satisfaction, but pretended to be quiet on her face, trying to control her extremely happy expression.

A calm tone seemed to be calm: "This is a work I designed a few years ago."

Apple frowned: "Drawn by Miss Lu?"

The tone was full of doubts.

Lu Ming heard something was wrong, but when things got to this point, there was no reason to stop or turn back.

He could only bite the bullet and said, "Master Apple thinks this painting..."

I didn't dare to ask questions, and I had to leave blank space to have room for explanation.

Apple looked at the painting again, and suddenly smiled, with bright eyes: "I think this painting is very amazing! It is the most amazing work I have ever seen!" He said to Lu Xinran, "Can I take it up and let me take a closer look?"

When Lu Xinran heard the most amazing work, he was overjoyed and couldn't help but feel excited, but he tried hard to hold his posture and painting, and walked onto the stage step by step.

Putting the painting close to you, Apple has a lot of feelings in her heart!

For some reason, Lu Xinran had already lost the picture frame, leaving behind a piece of paper alone, which looked even colder and lonely.

Looking carefully at the traces of the lines and the bold and confident color scheme, the technique of doing it without stopping.

Apple pursed her lips, turned to the back, saw the signature, and read it gently: "Lu Xinran..."

Under the fancy signature, there is also a date two years ago.
Chapter completed!