It’s no use.

It can't be saved.

In a figure painting, the most important thing is the person’s appearance.

And a drop of ink dripped from her hand, and it happened to fall on the fairy's face, ruining her appearance and the entire painting.

No matter how good the rest of the painting is, with this one fatal mistake, everything is ruined.

She lost.

Completely lost.

Lost to a peasant girl who had not attended school for a few days.

It is said that she was once a foolish girl.

So who is she?

All her past efforts were in vain, and she was nothing at all.

No wonder Mr. Hu likes her.

No wonder so many people stand on her side.

I have to admit that she is much better than her.

The frustrated Ren Yuan'er grabbed a corner of the painting with both hands and tried to tear it apart...

Unexpectedly, a hand pressed down on her hand and said, "This painting of yours is very good."

It was Xia Qianqian, she held down her hand to prevent her from tearing the painting.

"Didn't you see that her appearance was ruined?"

Ren Yuan'er was worried that she had nowhere to vent her anger. She opened her hand and scolded: "You are planning to see me make a fool of myself. Okay, fine, you have already seen it."

Ren Yuan'er's tears of grievance swirled in her eyes, "My painting was ruined. Needless to say, I am the last one. I will suffer the punishment I deserve. There is no need for you to mock me here."
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After being scolded, Xia Qianqian was not angry, and looked as usual. She turned around and asked: "Mr. Zhu, I have a question?"

"You said?" Zhu Zirong was still immersed in the amazement of her painting skills just now, and his attitude towards Xia Qianqian became more and more kind and friendly.

"This painting was painted by Ren Yuan'er. If I add two strokes to the part, does this painting still count as her painting?"

This question is a bit tricky.

But Zhu Zirong replied without thinking: "Since most of them were painted by her, if you add a few strokes, they can be counted as her paintings."

"Okay!" As Xia Qianqian spoke, she picked up the brush on the table, wiped it on the inkstone, and started to draw.

Ren Yuan'er looked shocked, "What are you going to do?"

"Since it is "Chang'e Flying to the Moon", is there any reason to tear it up if the painting is not good?"

As she spoke, her pen fell on the black shadow on the painting, lightly painted it, and then smudged it, and then tapped it a few more times...

In the school, many students did not care about their paintings, and turned their heads to watch.

I saw the girl's pen tip pushing away from the thick ink, outlining the shape of her face...

While everyone held their breath, she put on a pen again, tapped the cinnabar lightly, and the pen tip smudged again on the smudged ink.

A miracle happened at that moment.

The outline of the fairy's face, which was originally a ball of ink, suddenly became vaguely visible, and then a faint pink scarf slipped from her earlobe, covering the lower half of her face.

Above the pink scarf, a pair of shining eyes looked at everyone.

How would you rate this painting?

If we say that Xia Qianqian's fairy painting, her exquisite and beautiful facial features are amazing.

In this painting, the mysterious scarf covers her stunning face, but the finishing touch is her eyes, which make people look forward to and longing for the face under the scarf.

The two paintings each have their own beauty and charm, and the taste between them is difficult to explain clearly.

Zhu Zirong looked at the painting on the table. He had lost his basic language expression ability and shouted one word, "Wonderful, wonderful! It's simply wonderful."

Ren Yuan'er never thought that a painting she had abandoned would be brought back to life through Xia Qianqian's skillful hands, giving it a new life.

At this time, although she felt aggrieved, she had to admit it.

In terms of painting, she is ashamed of herself.

Zhu Zirong was so excited that he couldn't help but ask: "Xia Xiazi, your painting technique is different. Can you tell everyone how you did it?"

Xia Qianqian smiled, put down the paintbrush in her hand, and said openly: "To be honest, I have studied medicine with my father since I was a child. Every time I know a herb, I will draw it so that I can identify it when picking it in the future.

So, I started drawing at a very early age."

"I draw different grasses, roots, stems and leaves. Some of them are very similar. In order to find the differences, I need to observe them very carefully and there is no room for negligence."

"Over the years, I can identify those flowers and plants with just a glance."

"After drawing herbal medicine, I discovered that many insects can be used as medicine, such as centipedes, land bugs, and earthworms... So I searched for and painted insects all over the mountains and fields."

"After these paintings are finished, it's the turn of the disease. A person will have different symptoms if he has different diseases. Even a simple headache will behave differently for each person."

"So I began to draw people's sick faces. Over the years, I gained a deeper understanding of character painting."

"When you look at a person, you observe her facial features. When I look over, I observe the condition of her face. Therefore, in this aspect, I am slightly better than you."

A little?

What a point!

After Xia Qianqian’s explanation, many students felt ashamed.

They thought that Xia Qianqian had just entered the school and had no ideas.

In fact, what she learned at home far exceeded their knowledge.

The painting they learned was just a scratch to her.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Just as everyone was deep in thought, the big bell outside the courtyard rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Some students relaxed their shoulders and slumped on their stools, feeling very upset.

They are no match for Xia Qianqian. Ren Yuan'er's painting was destroyed, but Xia Qianqian brought her back to life. Now, the punishment will probably fall on one of them.

Cleaning the school for a month, this punishment is really too harsh for these people who have nothing but clothes to put out their hands and food to open their mouths.

Xia Qianqian understood everyone's thoughts, pondered for a moment, and suggested: "Mr. Zhu, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Zhu Zirong was stunned, "Say it!"

You're welcome, just for you to draw this picture, it will be whatever you say, and I will never object.

Xia Qianqian glanced at the many students present and said loudly: "I think painting is not something that can be accomplished overnight. It requires years of practice before you can improve bit by bit."

"Moreover, everyone has different talents and understandings, so their levels must be different."

"If we only give one class time for students to study, and another class for everyone to copy paintings, and set rules for punishment, I think what everyone considers when painting is not how to devote themselves wholeheartedly.

Painting."

"I'm afraid they are more interested in comparison."

She shook her head and said, "Painting is something that nourishes the mind. The more impetuous you are, the worse your painting will be. Mr. Zhu, I think this is somewhat inappropriate."

What she said is absolutely true.
Chapter completed!