Rebirth of an Idle Noblewoman Chapter 19 painting

Gu Xiqiao didn't leave the school gate, but walked all the way to the end along the boulevard of the campus.
Because she was stopped by Wu Hongwen and wasted some time, she stood upstairs and took a look. The car of Gu's family outside the gate had already drove away, but today is Friday, and school ends earlier than before. Lessons, so it’s not late now.
At the end is a small building, and downstairs is a place for art students in a middle school.
At this time, a classroom in the corner was half-hidden, and from the cracks in the door, you could see the drawing boards scattered inside.
Gu Xiqiao stood by the door for a long time, the air pressure around her was a little low, and the system in the virtual space covered her mouth. She didn't dare to disturb her at this time. After a long time, she gently pushed the door open.
There was only a young man in a white shirt sitting on the drawing board by the window. Hearing the sound, his head tilted slightly. When he saw Gu Xiqiao, he was stunned and then frowned in disgust, "Why are you here? Here!"
Gu Xiqiao glanced at him and didn't pay attention. She just found a seat farthest away from him and sat down with a white canvas on the drawing board. She lowered her head and stretched out her hand to slowly caress the canvas, her eyes drooping to cover the eyes. A trace of nostalgia.
A sense of familiarity rose from the bottom of my heart.
In the previous life, the Gu family abandoned her hands. She thought that she would never pick up the paintbrush again. She chose to disappear with Gu family because of despair.
Later, even if her soul was in the virtual space, she never picked up the paintbrush, and the pain of breaking her hand was too unforgettable.
Gu Xiqiao's cold attitude made Zhong Yongsi even more unhappy.
He is a well-known talent in Chinese painting. He has very high accomplishments in Chinese painting. He has won countless medals in the Youth Painting Competition in N City. He was sent to the Fine Arts Department of A University before he graduated from high school.
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Gu Xijin's talent for oil painting is very high, but her grades in cultural classes are also good. She is regarded as a talented girl in No. 1 Middle School and has a good relationship with Zhong Yongsi in private.
However, Zhong Yongsi does not have a good impression of Gu Xiqiao who came to Gu's house halfway. Abandoning his adoptive mother and disrespect of his father is unfilial. It is disdain to be greedy for vanity, idiots and jealousy. .
"Why, you are here to paint, but do people like you know what oil painting is?" Zhong Yongsi was about to leave. Suddenly he remembered something, he paused and looked at Gu Xiqiao.
"Are you watching the exhibition of A Jin being nominated for N City, so you have to mix it up? Are you a little bit ashamed, or being an oil painting is a child's play!" Zhong Yongsi suddenly burst into anger. The artist has a very weird temper, and he doesn't like the kind of people who are purely fighting for fame and gain to slander the noble art. He looks at Gu Xiqiao with a torch, and strode towards her.
Only when he was three steps away from Guxi Bridge, he suddenly stopped and seemed to hit an invisible wall.
Obviously he was going to step forward and throw off her drawing board, but he couldn't move. This made him feel a strange fear.
Gu Xiqiao raised his head and glanced at Zhong Yongsi slowly, "What's the matter with Qian Qing?"
Sneer, oil painting exhibition? If this person didn't mention it, she would have forgotten that there was another one, because Gu Xijin would learn oil painting? Then we have to see if Gu Xijin has such a big face!
But she didn't want to explain more to Zhong Yongsi, it's not the same way, and the explanation is useless.
[Trigger mandatory task: Chinese painting level reaches the grandmaster level or above, and the task is completed to reward 1000 points. The system has detected that the host's drawing talent is high, and random tasks are triggered. Please complete the host perfectly! Unfinished punishment, level 3! 】
【Ding! Trigger mandatory daily tasks: draw 1 hour a day, and the task will reward 1 point! 】
Gu Xiqiao paused, with clear waves in his eyes, "...Tell me, you actually made a mistake."
Isn't it time to trigger the oil painting task? What the **** is Chinese painting!
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[Second Bridge, Chinese painting is a spirit of the Chinese nation, please be sure to carry forward Chinese painting! And your oil painting talent is so high, I believe that the Chinese painting talent will not be too bad, the system release tasks have always been scientific! 】
"..." She really feels that the system is not reliable now.
But she didn't speak any more. The words of the system touched her to a certain extent. Although art knows no borders, Chinese painting is their own thing. With a virtual space, she will never be short of time. Moreover, these tasks will be practiced every day. She can get basic points within a few hours, and she is even more unlikely to refuse this kind of thing.
I'm still doing my own thing now.
She lowered her eyes, picked up the paintbrush and looked at the canvas, thinking of her adoptive mother's voice and smile.
In the last life, that painting was only half completed, which has always been her regret and obsession.
Zhong Yongsi stood at a distance of half a meter and watched Gu Xiqiao lowered her head and held a paintbrush. She lowered her head with a serious expression. When she picked up the paintbrush, her whole body changed, and her whole body revealed a mysterious aura. .
He stayed for a while, and then even greater disgust appeared on his face, "People like you have tarnished art and insulted oil painting!"
She is simply incomparable to Gu Xijin, who is so talented!
Don’t be speculative!
He slammed the door and left, shaking the glass windows.
Gu Xiqiao still maintains that posture, unaffected by the slightest influence. Most of the artists have strange tempers, and she is no longer surprised.
But talk to her about art? I am afraid that he is not yet qualified. He didn't know where she was when she won the international award for oil painting in her last life.
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When the sky slowly turned dark, the system began to remind Gu Xiqiao that she should go home. It knew that she would be embarrassed by her family if she went back too late. It didn't want to see this kind of scene, so it reminded her in time.
"Okay, I'm not in a hurry, what are you urging." Gu Xiqiao slowly stopped writing, only a fuzzy background image appeared on the canvas, and even the outline did not come out. After all, she was a little strange and dare not touch it for a long time. Feel free to start.
Let's go back into the space and practice hand skills, in a hurry.
She took down the drawing board, and it will be closed tomorrow. There will be no class, but there will be a mock exam, so Gu Xiqiao decided to take the drawing board home and study it slowly.
"System, there is something that can hide the drawing board, I don't want to be seen by Gu Zhai."
[Then what, Bridge Beauty, you can consider upgrading to me, to level 1, then you will be rewarded with a package of 10 tiles, you can install as many drawing boards as you want! Moreover, the system will become more powerful after the upgrade! 】
"This wait has points, don't worry."
【……】
Finally, the system reluctantly agreed to use a blindfold when returning to Gu's house.
Gu Xiqiao picked up the drawing board and walked out of the school gate. At this time, it was getting late and there were fewer pedestrians on the road. Anyway, it was too late to go home, so she was not in a hurry. She turned her eyes and decided to cross the path of the private house. Walk and review the house.
The road is very quiet, basically there are no pedestrians, the lights are dim, and there are high walls on both sides, giving it a gloomy feeling.
【Ding! The system detects a red dangerous person ahead, do you avoid it? 】
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