85: 85 Soulless Painting 2

85 Soulless Painting 2

I was a little stunned. I felt like I was being dragged into the backcourt. I was busy, putting on makeup and changing clothes. It didn't look like an art exhibition, but rather like a talent show. 0

A charming man walked up to me and clicked his tongue as he looked at my face.

"Miss, aren't you being too casual? Why ca n' t you even put on your makeup when you go out? Look at your skin. Didn't you put on your facial mask last night?"

His hand rubbed my face. I was pressed against a dresser and said," Wait a minute. There's a misunderstanding. I' m not... I... "I'm just here to deliver the work." I wanted to explain, but he didn't give me a chance to explain.

"Sit down, why are you still holding this thing?" Wang Yao asked. "It's too late. Hurry up and help this lady put this thing aside. It's really going to be a waste of time." He muttered impatiently and began to smear my face.

Behind her, Bai Jing-an came in from outside. She saw me sitting there with my makeup being grabbed by the makeup artist. Her face was gloomy. When she saw the bag next to the video equipment, her expression darkened and she walked over.

After he finished painting my makeup, I managed to escape and hurriedly took out my phone to call Gao Yinan and the others.

After learning that I had arrived, she quietly followed Gao Yinan backstage to look for me.

The moment they saw me, they were stunned. Gao Yinan that expression made me feel uncomfortable." Sister, how did you become like this?"

She quietly ran to me and stared at my face in disbelief. I looked at myself in the mirror. Normally, I wouldn't put on such heavy makeup. It made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"It was a misunderstanding just now. They mistook me for a contestant and insisted on putting on makeup. No matter how I explain it, it's useless. Let's not talk about me anymore. Hurry up. I've brought the painting over there." I quickly ran to the side and said that. Fortunately, the painting was still well placed there, so I handed the painting to Quiet.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister. Then I'll go over first."

I nodded and watched as I passed by quietly. Gao Yinan walked to my side. My gaze remained on my face. I turned my head and did not dare to look at him.

After a few minutes of silence, my heart tightened and I wanted to run away." I... "I'll go to the bathroom and wash it."

It must be because I'm too hard to accept, that's why he looked at me so strangely.

Just as I was about to escape, Gao Yinan dragged me back.

"No need. It's good." He said in a low voice. I pulled my clothes awkwardly, but I heard the makeup artist's impatient voice behind me.

"You... Why are you still here? Didn't you go change your clothes? "Look at the time. It's almost too late." The man grabbed me and dragged me over. Gao Yinan eyes darkened as he stepped forward to stop him." What's up, sir?" "This is the backstage. No one is allowed to enter."

Gao Yinan took out the card holder from his pocket and handed it to him. The man was stunned for a moment and felt that the card in his hand was a little hot.

"Gao... Gao Yinan." He spoke with great difficulty in shock as he watched me being led away by Gao Yinan. I let out a long sigh after leaving the backstage.

"Thank you. I don't know why they treat me like a contestant." I muttered to myself. Looking at me, I didn't look like an artist at all. I really did n' t know how those people looked at me.

Gao Yinan didn't explain. He just held my hand and walked towards the viewing platform. I was a little elated when he held my hand.

Gao Yinan want to take me to the match?

"Sister, are you sure the painting was fine when you came here?" "How did my painting become like that?" Quietly rushing to my front, my heart tightened and I hurriedly got up. He then quietly went to the exhibition area and looked at the painting on the shelf. The painting was indeed a piece of quiet work, but why was there an extra ball of ink on it for no reason?

Gao Yinan looked at me and shook my head. I really didn't know how I had become like this.

"I didn't do it. Quiet, I' m sorry. I don't know how it turned out to be like this. When I came here, I clearly checked it and it was fine. Why did it suddenly get dirty?"

The destruction of the silent work made me feel very guilty. I didn't know how to remedy it.

Although she performed more quietly than I did, I could see how much she cared about this match.

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

I bit my lip. I complained about why I couldn't even do such a simple thing.

"Forget it. I won't win anyway. If it's bad, then it's bad." Quietly still showed an optimistic expression. The more she acted like this, the more guilty I felt.

Gao Yinan walked over to the picture frame and looked at the ink on it. He frowned slightly. The ink had not dried yet, so it should have been spilled not long ago.

"Quiet, did you bring a paintbrush?" Gao Yinan asked.

Quiet and I looked at Gao Yinan in surprise. We knew what Gao Yinan was thinking, but it was probably too late to fix it now.

"Forget it. I really don't care. I' m just here to play anyway. Let's go back."

I tightened my fist and ran towards the dressing room. I looked for the makeup artist who had borrowed his makeup tool and handed it to Quiet.

"Try it. You can do it. Didn't you say that this painting lacks something?" "Then you can draw it now."

Looking at me in disbelief, did he use a blush brush instead of a brush? My determined gaze made her regain her confidence. She nodded and took the brush from my hand. I found the ink and she started painting on the spot. The contestants at the side looked at us with strange eyes.

The more he drew quietly, the less confidence he had in his heart. It was clear that this painting had been destroyed by this lump of ink. No matter how he tried to remedy it, it was useless.

The rest of the contestants were ready to go on stage. They quietly frowned.

"Forget it. I can't do anything." Her hand that was holding onto the brush trembled slightly. My heart trembled as I stepped forward to take the brush in her hand. I had never learned to paint, but I never believed in fate. Before I lost completely, I absolutely could not admit defeat.

"Do you believe me?" My hand was tightly gripping the brush as I stared at her face. She looked at me in astonishment and then nodded.

I turned around and stared at the black and shiny stains, and my expression grew deeper and deeper until I became one with them. I followed my own thoughts and applied them unscrupulously. I didn't care what others saw, but how I looked at me in my heart.

After drawing the last stroke, I let out a breath.

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