Chapter 6 Resonance.

When encountering the gift of the nettle, Lu Fangqing really felt that the silhouette he had been chasing for fifteen years, the carp he had been painting for fifteen years, could finally come to an end. Because he had a strong premonition that this girl had what he wanted. She could help him paint the elusive spirit he had been pursuing for so long, which he couldn't paint himself. If he entrusted it to her, to those slender hands that the carp was close to, then it could be painted. Her name, her ability, seemed like a sign brought by the heavens, making Lu Fangqing deeply convinced. This girl had what he wanted. She could help him paint the elusive spirit he had been pursuing for so long, which he couldn't paint himself. If he entrusted it to her, to those slender hands that the carp was close to, then it could be painted. Her name, her ability, seemed like a sign brought by the heavens, making Lu Fangqing deeply convinced.

After taking a sip of tea, Lu Fangqing slightly pursed his lips and dispelled the restlessness in his heart. He calmed down.

Lufang Qing suddenly changed the topic, but Lixiufeng became excited all of a sudden, nodding repeatedly and saying, "It is Lixiufeng's honor to be able to see Mr.'s famous painting."

Sometimes it's really funny to think about it. The fire burned all of Lu Fangqing's paintings from those years, and it also burned his desire for fame and fortune. After that, Lu Fangqing seemed to be reborn from the ashes, and embarked on a unique path of talent, all because of that carp.

Lufangqing's nose moved slightly, and he smelled a faint but clear scent of water grass. He faintly sensed something and couldn't help but take a step forward. Then he heard the sound of flowing water... It was separated by the obstruction of the stones, but it brought up the sound of splashing water. Then he suddenly heard a "ding dong" sound, as if something was leaping up in the water, and then the sound of it falling down...

Will the hope of fifteen years be dashed like this? Do I have to continue pursuing it myself? For twenty years? Thirty years? Fifty years?

She has absolutely no talent for painting!!" Li Xiufeng said mercilessly, like a bucket of cold water extinguishing the fiery passion in Lu Fangqing's heart.

Lufangqing no longer wants to make Lixin learn and help himself to draw. He will teach Lixin to draw, but he has to draw by himself, to draw the spirit he pursues. He knows that only he can draw, and from every line or even every point drawn by Lixin, Lufangqing sees infinite possibilities. There is still much room for improvement in the carp he draws.

Revisiting the feeling just now, as if being in a dream for a moment, Lu Fangqing's eyes became more determined, he learned a lesson, and he made a decision.

Li Xiufeng also sighed disappointedly and put away those paintings that perhaps should not be called paintings.

Sir...

In order to avoid any misunderstanding from Mr. Lu Fangqing and to prevent any potential offense, Li Xiufeng said to Mrs. Chen Shuyao, "Madam, please go to the study and take out the painting made by Qianling that you have kept, and let Mr. Lu have a look."

Those crisscrossing lines, seemingly unrelated, come to life as the paper moves down, vibrant and full of vitality, even though they don't form any specific shape, directly captivating the mind and soul of Lu Fangqing.

Curious about what she had drawn before, Li Qianling leaned over to take a closer look, even though she knew it was poorly done.

In front of such a picture, all the scenes in reality become blurred, and the outlines gradually fade away, until only the carp picture remains in sight, making Li Xiufeng unable to even see the figure of Lu Fangqing.