An Li carefully collected all the "waste manuscripts" of his sister. It was precisely because he could realize the value of these paintings that he cherished these works so much. In his opinion, even if his sister finally drew a perfect Chinese painting, these paintings also have the meaning of existence. Their existence can set off how difficult it is to appear this perfect work.

After An Li packed up all these, he walked to his sister and saw her side face, which was still picturesque. There were almost no flaws on her fair and delicate skin, which made people want to kiss her lightly, but there was a sense of sorrow that could not be dissipated between her eyebrows.

This made An Li feel ache in his heart. He finally couldn't help but interrupt his sister who was still immersed in the painting world. He put his hands on his sister's shoulders, and his sister's shoulders were so soft. Through contacting this place, he could even feel how light his sister's body was. He was straightening her body and looking at her face with a confused look on his face, he felt that the feeling of pain was really deep into his bones at this moment!

An Li has always been proud of having such a genius sister, but he also knows how much effort his sister has put in the field of painting, so he hates the kind of guys who have no idea how hard his sister works, and just blindly say that her sister is a genius.

This time, Zhang Kuangzhi jumped out and spoke nonsense to An Yi, but it also attracted many painters who had long been envious and jealous of An Yi's achievements. They stood up and said all kinds of sour words. They said that the essential reason why Zhang Kuangzhi would be crushed by An Yi next was that his talent was inferior to An Yi...

In the mouths of these people, it seemed that as long as they possess An Yi's talent, they could achieve greater achievements, but they did not see the efforts that An Yi has put in daily life!

To put it bluntly, even if they have the talent of An Yi, their devotion and love for painting and their efforts in painting are far from that of An Yi. In the end, they will find that the gap between them and An Yi is still like a natural barrier!

There was also a painter named Jin Xingwang who stood up and rarely supported Zhang Kuangzhi. He believed that Zhang Kuangzhi could not be afraid of An Yi's name and announced in a high-profile manner that he had already won the "Wang Mojie Chinese Painting Masters Competition" mentally. Even if he really lost, he would still be honored even if he lost. He was like a warrior and launched a mortal charge. What he lost to An Yi was not anything else, but just talent. What he lost to was God...

As soon as this almost unreasonable statement appeared, it was very popular among some traditional painters. Many people seemed to have a pure talent painter, and they completely turned a blind eye to her extraordinary efforts and perseverance.

An Li was becoming more and more disgusted with this statement. He decided to start from now on, and completely record the process of his sister's hard work for a Chinese painting, so that professionals can make it into a documentary, which will be broadcast on the TV station he acquired. At that time, the public will definitely understand how much effort the sister has put in to constantly pursue a higher level of painting.

What An Li was most worried about was that his sister would compensate for his health in order to draw a good work. Not only physically but also psychologically. He knew that his sister's mental illness was still not cured...

"Xiao Yi, if you encounter any difficulties in painting, you can talk to your brother, maybe I can help you solve them. Although I know what I want to say next will make you feel unhappy, I still want to say that I don't have to take that kind of Zhang Kuangzhi to heart. I just saw the paintings you threw on the ground, which is enough to crush that guy who can only speak out." An Li looked at the pure eyes of his sister and said.

An Yi, who was still immersed in the painting world, came to her senses after being disturbed by her brother. She was not angry because she really couldn't find the feeling of perfectly drawing this Chinese painting with "Magnolia Flower Order". She always felt that she lacked some understanding...

However, she didn't know how to find this kind of experience and such a touch.

An Yi looked at her brother's worried look, and her originally irritable mood was slowly relieved. She showed a reluctant smile and said lightly: "Actually, I have forgotten that Zhang Kuangzhi's. My opponent is always me. But now, I find that I have encountered a bottleneck. I suddenly find that I can only draw beauty, but I can't draw that painting containing strong joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. What I want to draw now is the initial beauty, and the indescribable heartache when the initial beauty disappears, I don't know how to draw it, because I don't have that kind of experience, and my experience is still insufficient."

At the end, An Yi's tone became very depressed. She suddenly realized that if she wanted to draw good art paintings, it was really not enough to do it behind closed doors. These art paintings were not like those comic works. With the original author standing behind her back, she could easily draw them.

After all, the subject matter of comics is probably equivalent to online novels in literature. They should be interesting and satisfying, and it doesn’t matter if they are fake. Art paintings are like real masters, and they must be truly experienced literary masters to write that kind of depth.

"The initial beauty... Maybe you can recall your childhood?" Anli said tentatively.

When An Yi heard his brother say this, she tried to do it. She suddenly stepped forward, hugged his elder brother's waist, and buried her head in An Li's chest. She said in an extremely gentle voice: "When I was a child, I seemed to have always liked to hold my hand, hold me, and take a shower with me... If I want to make the memories clearer, then I should do this again. From when did my brother seem to have alienated my dear sister."

An Li was held by his sister like this, and he felt the fragrance for a moment. His sister's completely grown body was also inadvertently teasing his heart. When he heard his sister say this, he suddenly felt like he was trapped in a cocoon. He was so big, how could he still take a shower with his sister?

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