Xi Minghui immediately started to laugh unkindly.

He really sympathized with Yuhang now. Yuhang began to capture the hearts of women since he was born. Before going to school, his sisters, aunts, and grandmothers liked to hug him, thinking that he was very cute. After going to elementary school, he was even as young as those little kids who were still running noses, as well as those aunts who cooked in school, all of them were captured.

I don’t know how many girls I played house when I was a child and tried to be his little bride.

However, he finally met someone who really didn't take him seriously!

Yuhang followed him every day, Jiang Xiao was doing business every day, and even the desk was not allowed to cross the boundaries, and he was forbidden from touching her.

Now I don't even want to keep him for dinner.

Yu Hang silent for a moment, looked at Jiang Xiao, "Stingy."

"Well, you're so stingy. After reading it, you can find a way to send it back," Jiang Xiao said: "I'll agree first. If this painting is lost, you will compensate according to the agreed price."

Of course she took the time to think about this painting, so it took only ten days.

Seeing that Jiang Songhai and Ge Liutao seemed to have not had the enthusiasm they had imagined for Yuhang, they both breathed a sigh of relief, walked away, leaving the living room for them.

Yuhang and Xi Minghui were slowly unfolding the scroll.

As soon as the scroll unfolded, they felt a fog rushing towards them with the wind, with a cool feeling.

The two of them were stunned for a moment.

"Where did the mist come from?" Xi Minghui asked foolishly, and wanted to put away the painting quickly so that it would not get wet.

But Yuhang had discovered the mystery, and he was shocked in his heart and stared at the painting in disbelief.

Jiang Xiao painted the green mountains and a waterfall flowing down between the peaks nearby.

There was sunlight shining down, and it seemed that the wind was blowing a mist. They were opposite the painting, at the angle facing the wind, so the mist floated on their faces.

But how could there be such an extremely real feeling?

"My God!" Xi Minghui realized it later. He was so scared that he suddenly jumped back and looked up at Jiang Xiao in shock.

Jiang Xiao's expression was normal, as if their reaction was exaggerated.

"This, this, what's going on?" Xi Minghui was so shocked that he stuttered.

The scenery of this painting is beautiful, with magnificent mountains and rivers, wide views, far and near, and beautiful scenery. However, nothing is as amazing as the real feeling brought by the waterfall in front of you.

The painting was unfolded and spread on the sofa. They stood here and watched, and they could still hear the sound of water flowing down three thousand feet in their ears.

Moreover, after looking at it for a few more times, I could see the small rainbow formed by the mist under the sun.

There is a feeling of relaxation and joy.

The more you look, the more real it is.

Xi Minghui couldn't control himself and wanted to reach out to touch the waterfall. Even before touching the drawing paper, he felt that he would touch the water with one hand.

But nothing, what I touched was the drawing paper.

"Yuhang Yuhang, tell me, do you feel this way, right?" Xi Minghui couldn't help but scream.

Although he didn't explain clearly what it felt, Yuhang understood.

He was also shocked and could not speak at all, just nodded vigorously.

"Can you really get to this level of painting?" Xi Minghui's face turned red with excitement.

Yuhang nodded again.

Of course it is OK, they have seen it with their own eyes now, right?

But, how did this happen?

Painting situation?

Can painting make people feel like they are in the scene?

Is Jiang Xiao's painting level actually reaching this level?
Chapter completed!