Lu Jianguo asked Qin Xiangru for rouge powder, not deliberately provoking her.

Because in Lu Jianguo's eyes, he just responded to Qin Xiangru's provocation.

He didn't expect that this woman would be so dignified and beautiful on the surface, but would be so sinister on the inside.

This woman spoke first and asked everyone to paint on the spot. If she hadn't happened to be good at painting, she would have fallen here today.

She really made a big move.

Since I sent someone to send me an invitation yesterday, every step I experienced was in the calculations of this woman.

Haha, what a woman who holds grudges.

Just because she rejected her plan to acquire a restaurant in prison, did she take the opportunity to take revenge?

However, you may not be able to get what you want easily.

Lu Jianguo quietly hid his thoughts in his heart and looked quietly at Qin Xiangru who was walking slowly towards him.

She personally handed the rouge box to Lu Jianguo.

He looked into her eyes, trying to capture something from it.

However, he couldn't see through her eyes, and her eyes were very clear, like a pool of clear water.

Unbelievable.

Because few people can deceive Lu Jianguo's eyes in person.

Don’t forget that what Lu Jianguo is best at is capturing the thoughts hidden deep in his heart through his eyes.

So she is more powerful than she thought.

"Shopkeeper Lu, don't waste my box of rouge?" She seemed to have something in her words.

But Lu Jianguo couldn't guess what she was thinking.

But he understood this as a demonstration.

"Don't worry." He responded lightly, "I will never let Miss Qin down."

After saying that, Lu Jianguo walked to the table again.

He stretched out his palm and stroked it from the bottom on the white paper.

He closed his eyes and felt the thickness of the paper and the subtle patterns on the paper. He completely imprinted the feeling that the whole piece of paper brought to him.

Every inch is uneven and every inch of subtle differences is accurately engraved in my mind.

Nice paper.

He opened his eyes and a silent smile appeared on his face.

That is self-confidence, extreme self-confidence. In the field he is best at, he deserves unparalleled confidence.

He gently peeled off the rouge box and gently twisted a pinch of powder with his index finger and thumb.

This is a kind of pollen with a unique texture, with a little bit of pinkness in the light red.

This color is very suitable as an embellishment for spring.

He gently rubbed his fingertips, feeling the degree of coloring left by the powder on the surface of the skin under different forces.

Then, he dipped a little water on his fingertips to observe the changes in the powder after it was met with water.

Appraisal is complete, good paint.

Lu Jianguo began to grind and adjusted the ink to a just right concentration.

Apart from these two pigments, he no longer needs any other pigments.

Because what he is best at is to use the simplest colors to create the most vivid conflict. If there are too many colors, it will easily make people feel visually confused.

Because the painting is spring, the most important feeling that the picture gives people is neatness. He must first draw a refreshing spring, and then seek changes.

Black, white, pink, and three colors intersect each other in a gradient form.

White is the background color, black is conflict, and pink is harmony.

Because white is the color of the paper itself, this part does not need to be processed, and black gradients form conflicts in the composition, and pink is the vitality of spring and the withering of spring.

The moment he picked up the pen.

A kind of bright light emanated from his eyes.

The black vigorous grows lushly on the white paper, and every turning point and stretch are so natural.

Lu Jianguo's skillful painting techniques were most perfectly demonstrated.

The trees expanded at the focus of his eyes, and the slender branches competed for red flowers.

Two pens kept flying in his hands.

This is not because his brushwork is too fast, but because spring is coming too urgently.

Those branches stretch out like a match, and they compete to support the most beautiful flower on their respective branches.

It is them urging Lu Jianguo, it is them asking for life, they are eager to bloom in spring!

What Lu Jianguo needs to do is to give them nutrients, light and life!

So every flower blooms so wonderfully, and every flower is so unique because their souls are different.

Between the rise and fall, the spring scenery in the garden is already full of spring.

Different red pinks are arranged in an orderly manner on different branches of different heights. This is the vitality of spring and is about to bloom.

He put down his pen, looked around, and looked at the look on everyone's face.

It was so fast that a man who didn't draw actually drew such a painting in the blink of an eye, and everyone was shocked.

Afterwards, Lu Jianguo picked another fine brush and drew a white wall with just a few paintings.

Between the white walls, the garden is filled with spring scenery, and the slightly open cracks of the door can also see the shadow of spring.

He is a liar, he is actually a master of painting!

But this is not enough. Just this level of paintings must be far from Lu Bowen.

What is the gap?

Lu Bowen was a great master of the previous dynasty, and his works were good. No matter how good Lu Jianguo was, he would definitely not be as good as those of famous artists.

Because his paintings have no artistic conception.

What is the artistic conception?

It is difficult for ordinary people to accurately say what artistic conception is, so of course they can say without any scruples that Lu Jianguo's paintings have no artistic conception.

"Your painting..." Su Baoqing was about to speak.

Lu Jianguo immediately interrupted: "I know, but now, I haven't finished drawing yet."

He knew that Su Baoqing would definitely say that the painting in front of him was not good, but he didn't give him this opportunity.

He picked up the cup.

I picked up the cup of strong tea in the cup, took a sip, and took a piece of tea leaf.

Then calmly spray the tea in your mouth onto the painting.

It just so happened that the tea leaf hung on the door knocker like a lock.

Little did he know that he had practiced such water spraying countless times, because he might not necessarily have to use a pen to draw.

As long as the colors appear on paper, it is not necessary to stick to some fixed form.

So he could accurately spit the tea leaf on the door knocker and spit the water mist where the water mist was needed.

Something better happened like this.

After the pollen met the water, it all bloomed, competing for beauty, and they were all different.

Both the shape and color vary.

But, when the spring scenery in the garden was the most magnificent, the door was locked.

It told everyone present that spring was locked up.

That feeling.

It's really amazing!

"Is it enough?" Lu Jianguo smiled slightly.

Su Baoqing reached out and said, "May..."

But what?

Yes, no matter how good you do, there is always a way to find out ten thousand bad things if you want to say you are bad.

Because he just rushed to find something that couldn't be found.

Lu Jianguo just didn't let him speak, "So far, he hasn't finished painting yet."
To be continued...