Did the Queen’s Vest Fall Out?

A neat painting with slightly worn edges, giving it 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 herself?

Ye Mingming outside looked dark and cold, like a huge whirlpool, but she stretched out her hand, feeling like she was running towards hope.

The bold and smooth lines are almost a cold tone, but it makes people feel a glimmer of life.

This painting... is called Freshman!

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

The barrage paused for a full minute before starting to scroll again:

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

"This painting, wow... so touching!"

"What kind of genius design is this? Use the coldest color to blend and outline hope in a desperate situation? You don't dare to paint like this if you have no strength!"

"Yes, yes, yes! This painting will be ruined if you use it a little bit less!"

"I can't tell you 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, so the mouth grows on your body!"

"One hundred percent work, one hundred percent!"

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

He was stunned for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, the first sentence he said 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 to restrain her extremely happy expression.

The indifferent tone, as if flattering or humiliating: "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 that something was wrong, but when things got to 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..."

I didn't dare to ask questions, and there must be room for explanation if the words are left blank.

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

Lu Xinran was overjoyed when he heard the phrase "the most powerful work". He couldn't help the surging excitement, but he tried his best to hold the posture, holding the painting, and walked onto the stage step by step.

Putting the painting up close in front of the eyes, Apple has a lot of feelings in his heart!

For some reason, Lu Xinran lost the frame long ago, leaving a lonely piece of drawing paper at this moment, which looks more desolate and lonely.

Carefully look at the traces of the outline of the lines, and the bold and confident color matching, without any pause.

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

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

Apple raised her eyelashes, and there were swirls in her green eyes: "Is this painted by Ms. Lu herself?" Probably to compliment her, she added, "It's amazing! I don't know... what kind of inspiration did Ms. Lu draw for this painting? Such a painting? I'm...very curious!"