City: My Little Prodigy

Actually in the process of painting.

Shen Lang had already noticed that the onlookers gradually became quiet.

But even though he was casually painting at that time, he was still very focused.

There was no reaction from the outside world.

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Looking at the eyes of everyone at this moment, Shen Lang suddenly had a bad premonition.

"That...you..."

Before he could say anything, the people in front of him suddenly said excitedly.

"Master, it really is a young master!"

"Miss, is this your son?"

"His understanding of painting has reached the level of a kind of gift from heaven, you know, the kind of talent bestowed by God!"

"When this masterpiece is not finished, I am almost speechless!"

"Look at every brushstroke, although it is a Chinese painting method."

"But it reveals the wanton and wildness of a brutalist!"

"A freedom of expression!"

"What Brutalism, do you have eyes?"

"This is obviously Impressionism, you see the expression that is unrestrained and yet delicate."

"Monet is about to get up from the coffin!"

"Don't talk about it, it's clearly abstract!"

"I dare say, within a few years, this child will become the second generation of Da Vinci!"

"Da Vinci is a fart?"

"You can create your own genre at this level!"

"..."

At this moment, everyone was completely shocked by Shen Lang's painting.

Every one of them is eloquent, like saliva doesn't want money.

The words of praise kept popping out, and they were not heavy.

Shen Lang was completely speechless when he heard it.

There's no end to this group of people!

How is it like doing reading comprehension?

The analysis isn't over, is it?

He really just drew casually, he didn't think so much at all!

Taking a few steps back in disgust, Shen Lang said directly.

"You stop blowing."

"Blow it again, and I'm going to have allergies!"

"Isn't it just a painting? Besides, I just painted it casually."

"It's not as meaningful as your analysis at all."

"Aren't you embarrassed when you brag like this?"

After speaking, the crowd fell silent.

After a few seconds, one of them said excitedly.

"So humble at such a young age, it really is the demeanor of a master!"

In an instant, the whole crowd exploded again.

"How about saying that the master has been a master since he was a child?"

"Look, it's not shocking to be humiliated!"

"This little gentleman, is this painting for sale?"

"Can you quote a price?"

"Go, go, I came first, and of course gave me an offer first!"

"Are you two worth as much as me?"

"If you don't, just go, I'll come first!"

"..."

Having said that, this group of people is about to fight over such a painting.

Wang Xianyu, who was watching, was also stunned.

No, as expected of my uncle...

Just a single painting makes so many people go crazy right away!

At this moment, she was even a little fortunate.

Fortunately, she had already requested several Shen Lang paintings from Jia Yao.

Otherwise, it may not be possible to grab it in the future!

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"Miss Xiaoyu, let's go first."

Looking at the crowd in front of him speechlessly, Shen Lang said.

"Stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll be drowned by spittle stars."

"Okay, uncle... Uncle Jiayao."

Wang Xianyu's eyes are shining, and his face is full of admiration.

Pulling Shen Lang, she was just about to leave.

A roar suddenly came over.

"stop!"

"What are you doing in broad daylight!"

"What a steal!"

"Put me down and don't go!"

Hearing this, everyone looked over curiously.

Wang Xianyu was no exception, and he glanced at it subconsciously.

He said with a slight smile in his mouth.

"This thief is too stupid!"

"There are so many people in the art exhibition, and they are still rushing to paint in public."

"I don't know which pair I grabbed."

"In case it is accidentally damaged during the fight..."

In an instant, Wang Xianyu's expression changed.

Everyone is bad!

"I go!"

"Come on, uncle!"

"The thief stole your painting!"

"Huh? What?"

Wang Xianyu's voice was raised an octave, and the voice lines took off.

Shen Lang just couldn't hear it.

In the next second, he hadn't finished speaking.

Wang Xianyu has already hugged Shen Lang.

Squeeze out the crowd directly, and ran to the front of the thief.

This guy couldn't steal, he had been pressed to the ground by the security guard, and his face was red with pain.

But holding a painting by Shen Lang in his hand, he refused to let go.

He continued to speak in a pitiful tone.

"Hey, I'm really begging you!"

"Let me take it away!"

"I don't ask for anything else, I just want to make a copy!"

"I promise to take it today and bring it back to you tomorrow!"

"Otherwise, my Cuihua will really die!"

"..."

"What nonsense!"

The security scoffed immediately.

"Hurry up and let go!"

"If this painting is destroyed..."

"Don't care if you are Cuihua Honghua, you are all implicated by you!"

"Let go!"

Hearing this, the thief was in a hurry.

"I won't let go!"

"You, if you force me again..."

"I...even if I tear up the painting, I will die with Cuihua!"

Saying that, the thief's hands will be hard.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xianyu was so frightened that her hands became cold.

He shouted hurriedly.

"Wait a moment!"

"This painting is a collection I contributed..."

"If you have something to say, don't touch my painting!"

"You are the owner of this painting?"

The thief was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly became very happy.

"Great!"

"I beg you, lend me this painting for a day."

"Can I make a copy?"

"Cuihua is still waiting for me at home!"

"If you don't see this painting again, Cuihua will really hang up!"

"..."

Hearing this, a trace of doubt flashed in Wang Xianyu's eyes.

"Sir, calm down first."

"Can you tell me who Cuihua is?"

"Why wouldn't she live without seeing this painting?"

"Is she also an art lover?"

"No, it's not..."

Hearing Wang Xianyu's words, the thief shook his head.

He smiled shyly.

"Cuihua... Yes, it's a kitten I raised."

"Extremely cute."

"He has a fluffy head, and his tail wiggles when he walks..."

"Every time I get home from get off work, I feel so cured when I see it!"

"..."

In an instant, the air became extremely silent.

The corners of Shen Lang's mouth couldn't help twitching.

What the hell is this big brother talking about?

What does stealing paintings have to do with cats at home?

Cuihua cat sits at home, the pot comes from the sky!

It's also very embarrassing, isn't it?