A neat painting with slightly worn edges and a sense of age.

On the white paper, a girl is half-kneeling in front of the broken window. I don't know if someone else broke the glass, or is she herself?

Ye Mingming outside looked dark and cold, like a huge vortex, but she stretched out her hand, feeling a sense of hope.

The bold and smooth lines are almost a gloomy tone, but it makes people feel that there is a chance of life.

This painting... is called a new life!

Absolutely in line with the subject, full of stunning works.

The barrage paused for a whole minute before starting to brush again:

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

"This painting, wow... It's so touching!"

"What kind of ingenious design is this? Use the coldest colors to reconcile and outline hope in a desperate situation? Don't dare to paint like this without any strength!"

"That's right! It's a little bit less than a star, and this painting will be ruined!"

"I can't tell what it feels like. The tone of the whole painting is obviously very depressing. 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. It gave me a different feeling!"

"Little clever ghost upstairs, I just wanted to say something is wrong, but I can't say it. It turns out that your mouth is 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 back to his senses, the first sentence was: "Whose work is this?"

Lu Xinran knew that Apple would be shocked, but did not expect the effect to be so outstanding?

She smiled with satisfaction, but she pretended to be calm, trying her best to restrain her overjoyed expression.

Indifferent tone, as if flattered: "This is a work I designed a few years ago."

Apple frowned: "Miss Lu drew it?"

The tone was full of doubts.

Lu Ming heard something was wrong, but at this point, there was absolutely no reason to stop or turn back.

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

If you don't dare to ask questions, you must leave blank to allow for explanation.

Apple glanced at the painting again, smiled suddenly, and his eyes were bright: "I think this painting is very amazing! It is the most amazing work I have ever seen!" He said to Lu Xinyan, "You can take it Come up, let me take a closer look?"

When Lu Xinran heard the most powerful work, he was overjoyed. He couldn't help but feel excited, but he tried his best to hold the painting and take the stage step by step.

Putting the painting in front of you at close range, Apple has a lot of inner feelings!

For some unknown reason, Lu Xinran had long since lost the picture frame, leaving a lonely piece of paper at this moment, which looked more and more lonely and lonely.

Carefully look at the traces outlined by the lines, as well as this bold and confident color scheme, which is done in one go without stopping.

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

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

Apple raised her eyelashes, her green eyes hid swirls: "This is what Miss Lu drew by herself?" Probably to praise her, she added, "Very amazing! I don't know... What kind of inspiration did Miss Lu make this way? A painting? I'm... very curious!"