Chapter 520 Whose Work Is This?

A neat painting with slightly worn edges, quite old.

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

The night outside looks dark and cold, like a huge whirlpool, but she reaches out her hand, feeling like running towards hope.

The bold and smooth lines are almost the same cold tone, but they make people feel a glimmer of hope.

This painting... is called rebirth!

It is absolutely in line with the subject, a stunning work.

The barrage paused for a full minute before it started again:

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

"This painting, wow... I'm so touched!"

"What kind of genius design is this? Using the coldest colors to blend and outline hope in despair? You wouldn't dare to paint like this without some strength!"

"Yes, yes, yes! If you use it a little bit differently, 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 even colder and more cruel, but it is much better than the situation in the room! In fact, the room is always warmer than the cold night, but it gives me a different feeling!"

"Little clever ghost upstairs, I just wanted to say something was wrong, but I couldn't say it. It turns out that you have a mouth!"

"A 100-point work, 100 points!"

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 thing he said was: "Whose work is this?"

Lu Xinran knew that Apple would be shocked, but she didn't expect the effect to be so outstanding?

She smiled with satisfaction, but pretended to be calm on her face, trying to restrain her extremely happy expression.

In a calm tone, as if she was not surprised by praise or criticism: "This is the work I designed a few years ago."

Apple frowned: "Did Miss Lu draw it?"

The tone was full of doubt.

Lu Ming heard something was wrong, but things had come to this point, there was 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 I had to leave blanks in my words so that there would be room for explanation.

Apple looked at the painting again, and suddenly smiled, his eyes bright: "I think this painting is amazing! It's the most amazing work I've ever seen!" He said to Lu Xinran, "Can you bring it up so I can take a closer look?"

When Lu Xinran heard the most amazing work, she was overjoyed and couldn't help but was so excited, but she tried to hold her posture, holding the painting, and walked onto the stage step by step.

Putting the painting in front of her at a close distance, Apple felt a lot!

For some reason, Lu Xinran had thrown away the frame, leaving only a lonely piece of drawing paper, which looked even colder and more lonely.

Looking carefully at the traces of the lines, as well as the bold and confident color matching, the technique of completing it in one go without pausing.

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

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

Apple raised her eyelashes, her emerald green eyes were filled with swirls: "Is this painted by Miss Lu herself?" Perhaps to praise her, she added, "Very impressive! I wonder...what kind of inspiration did Miss Lu get to create such a painting? I...am very curious!"