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Chapter 588 I¡¯m not afraid that the second master can draw, but I¡¯m afraid that the second master can write love poems [Second update]

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    "Black and white? I also know this man. I have read all his works!"

    "Yes, because his works are all painted on iconic buildings, they will definitely be cleaned up, and all the original works that have not been left behind will be cleared away. However, netizens once planned an online cloud gallery for him, which contains all his works.  Photos of the work.¡±

    ¡¾Fuck!  What did I hear?  Black and white!  Ahhh, my idol when I was young!  My superhero!  ¡¿

    ¡¾Who doesn¡¯t know black and white?  At that time, our class was crazily imitating his paintings every day!  ¡¿

    ¡¾If you don¡¯t know black and white, you are inferior!  Young people in several countries around the world have held peaceful marches in the name of black and white!  Black and white represents the attitude of young people!  Arrogant but decent!  ¡¿

    ¡¾Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no, no, no, is little brother Mu Jin black and white?  seriously?  It would be so cool if so!  This face completely matches my fantasy of black and white!  ¡¿

    When that person said it, everyone at the scene and netizens went crazy!

    Since ancient times, people who are both good and evil have always been loved. The black and white paintings are all on very sensitive buildings, and the themes of the paintings are also very sensitive, endangering the interests of many important people.

    There are countless wanted notices for him around the world.

    However, no matter which country the netizens are from, they all hold the same position and support him very much.

    Kang Jiao also looked at Mu Jin in shock, impossible!  Mu Jin is definitely not black and white. He is the noble second master of the Mu family. He gets what he wants. How could he go around the world and do such dangerous things?  has no meaning?

    Only those lunatics who don¡¯t know the heights of the sky would be so hot-headed as to do such a thing, Mu Jin is not like that!

    Kang Jiao couldn't help but ask the painter who had just raised the question, "Why do you say that? Black and white are wanted criminals! You can't just say anything!"

    What kind of mysterious artist? She thinks Black and White is a fool!  The end of arrogance must be to be caught and put in some prison, and that will be the end of his life.

    Kang Jiao didn¡¯t believe it. Mu Jin was born noble and was served by everyone. He couldn¡¯t be that stupid.

    After she asked, others also looked at Vernal suspiciously.

    "Vernal, black and white have never been drawn on paper. How did you draw such a conclusion from Mr. Mu Jin's paintings?"

    "Yes, no one knows his black and white identity so far. We don't even know which country he is from. What basis do you base your judgment on?"

    Facing everyone¡¯s doubts, Vernal swallowed. He glanced at Mu Jin, who was very calm. There was no anger and embarrassment at being mistakenly recognized, no surprise at being recognized, and no intention to take the initiative to clarify anything.

    But for some reason, he felt a hint of oppression from those cold and calm eyes

    He couldn¡¯t help wiping his sweat, ¡°I have been studying the painting on the giant glass in Bangkok for several years. It is obviously the same painting, but the two sides have completely different images.

    I have also tried to imitate it. It is like a mechanism. When painting, every stroke is a foreshadowing

    "The more research I have done, the more I see a painting, I can't help but think about what the painting would look like if I changed the other side"

    When he said this, he stopped.

    As everyone listened, their eyes involuntarily fell on Mu Jin¡¯s paintings.

    "You meanif this painting is turned around, it will contain something else?"

    Vernal nodded cautiously, "I think so."

    Maomao also looked at Mu Jin, "Ajin, is there something on the other side?"

    Mu Jin lowered her eyes and saw that the cat's eyes were full of curiosity. There was no such complicated guess in the pair of Jianshui autumn eyes that could be seen to the end at a glance. No matter how many stories there were behind the black and white, she was only curious about this painting.

    Mu Jin touched her head and said, "It won't be fun if you say it. Just go and see."

    Vernal was holding the picture, hesitating because he did not dare to turn it over.

    However, Maomao suddenly took the painting away!

    Turning the painting over in front of everyone, facing the light from the wall, the painting became clear, and the content really changed!

    It¡¯s still that quiet river, with the moon¡¯s shadow rippling in the water, the stones piled together on the bank, and the naive frog.

    But, the people on the shore have changed!  He turned into a man with a wide robe and big sleeves, sitting comfortably on the river bank. Three thousand silk threads fell to the ground, and his reflection was vaguely visible in the water.

    "Ajin" Maomao was surprised.??: "Let's be like this, I don't have a seal."

    "Hehe, that's fine too."

    After drawing the seal, Mu Jin also added the date of signing.

    He added: "Since we are going to hang it up, we can't be so hasty. You can write a poem."

    Maomao shook his head, "No, Jiuyunchi said my calligraphy is not good."

    Maomao didn¡¯t admit it before, but she knew her handwriting was not good and didn¡¯t want to ruin the painting.

    "Then I'll write it."

    "Uh-huh."

    When they discovered that Mu Jin had re-added something to the painting, everyone looked over curiously, and the camera unceremoniously gave a close-up.

    Mu Jin¡¯s calligraphy is also very elegant, with random layout and both square and round shapes.

    A poem falls in the blank space on the upper right.

    "You are like the moon in the sky, and you are the fairy in the painting. I miss you across the other shore, waiting for the moon to come in my dreams."

    "What a wonderful poem, the finishing touch, the words and the painting complement each other!"

    ¡°Mr. Mu Jin¡¯s article is great.¡±

    ¡¾This poem!  Oh my god!  This is a love poem!  ¡¿

    ¡¾If you are not afraid of black and white, you can draw, but if you are afraid of black and white, you can write love poems!  Damn it!  I'm in love!  ¡¿

    ¡¾Be careful upstairs!  Everyone has said that people are not black and white]

    ¡¾No, in my mind, black and white already have a face!  It¡¯s the face of little brother Mu Jin!  ¡¿

    ¡¾I bought it!  Is this really a random poem?  Who is "Qing"?  Ahhhh, Mu Jin has a girlfriend!  ¡¿

    ¡¾Stop making noise!  Mu Jin and Maomao are a couple!  I will move the Civil Affairs Bureau here now, and you two will get married where you are!  ¡¿

    When Kang Jiao saw the poem, her jealous heart had become twisted. Even though she told herself time and time again that Mu Jin and Maomao had nothing to do with each other, she still couldn't help but think that Mu Jin's love poem was written for  Cat's!

    "By the way, there are many good works in our exhibition hall. Let me take you to see them." Ye Mingshi said loudly.

    Everyone also reacted and continued to see the exhibition. They were delayed for more than an hour and could not stay any longer.

    Song Sifan looked at Maomao. She was holding her face with her hands, still admiring Mu Jin's painting or poem.

    Song Sifan lowered his eyes, his eyes filled with blood red, which was completely blocked by him.

    He rememberedthat day Maomao took over his painting, changed hands and sold it to someone else.

    His paintings are meaningless, but Mu Jin¡¯s paintings are treasures to her.

    Every painting of the Jade God is worth a sky-high price, but no one cares about the one on the table at this time.

    I saw Song Sifan slowly rolling up the painting, turning around and going downstairs without saying a word.

    Kang Jiao had no reason to stay any longer. She was so angry that her stomach ached, but he still wanted to find Song Sifan. She had not finished her business today She looked up and saw Song Sifan's back disappearing at the top of the stairs.  , she quickly chased after him.

    Outside the exhibition hall, around the corner, Kang Jiao walked onto the grass carrying her clean skirt. She came behind Song Sifan and called out: "Mr. Song."

    Song Sifan: "Is something wrong?"

    The voice was a bit cold for some reason. Kang Jiao couldn't help but shiver, and her heart felt cold. She suspected that she had heard it wrong.

    "Mr. Song, I would like to ask, is there any new news about the endorsement at 7+1? It's been such a long time, why didn't I receive an invitation?"

    Kang Jiao is a little anxious, because there are many competitors now, and she is afraid of something happening.

    Song Sifan did not speak immediately.

    Facing Song Sifan who was so silent, Kang Jiao was a little at a loss, because Song Sifan had always been like a noble son, making people feel at ease, but now he was a bit scary?

    "The results will be available soon. 7+1 will hold a business dinner in a few days, and you will receive an invitation."

    ¡°Simply, Song Sifan finally spoke.

    When Kang Jiao heard this, she was so excited that she didn't even notice the murderous aura in Song Sifan's tone.

    After saying that, Song Sifan walked out of the grass, and his clear figure gradually disappeared on the road.

    "Great, this matter has finally come to fruition!" Kang Jiao was happy. Her long-term efforts were not in vain.

    Just as she was about to walk away, she suddenly looked back and saw a trash can in front of her.

    She vaguely saw scraps of paper lying in the trash can, and she felt suspicious. The trash can at the exhibition was very clean. She didn't hesitate much, she actually reached in and grabbed a handful.

    She looked at the scraps of paper. Although they had been torn into pieces, she could still tell at a glance that this was the painting that Song Sifan had just painted!

    This painting is worth tens of millions!  He actually tore it apart!

    Why?  Is it because you feel like you lost to Mu Jin?

    Kang Jiao frowned. She didn¡¯t think Song Sifan had lost. Mu Jin¡¯s painting was so outstanding just because it was too unexpected.

    Why does Song Sifan care so much?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)?That painting painted by Sifan!

    This painting is worth tens of millions!  He actually tore it apart!

    Why?  Is it because you feel like you lost to Mu Jin?

    Kang Jiao frowned. She didn¡¯t think Song Sifan had lost. Mu Jin¡¯s painting was so outstanding just because it was too unexpected.

    Why does Song Sifan care so much?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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