After being frightened by Su Qingluan’s shout just now, Song Bo never dared to reach out and touch the “black and white painting” on the table again.
Seeing Song Bo's face full of fear, Su Qingluan couldn't help but smile and said, "If Song Bo really likes this kind of painting, I can draw another one. It's not a difficult task."
Song Bo finally came to his senses: "Such a miraculous skill..."
Su Qingluan couldn't help but twitch her lips when she heard this adjective: "...It's not really a magical skill, it's just a way of painting. Unlike traditional ink paintings that focus on 'likeness', this kind of painting strives for realism, to be exactly the same as the real object."
Song Bo walked around the painting on the table several times, staring at the texture of the table top that seemed to smell like wood and the high-gloss porcelain that seemed to feel smooth to the touch, and marveled: "This... this really looks like the real thing!" He said a little incoherently.
In fact, it is not Song Bo's fault for "losing his composure". Not to mention him, even Mu Xingzhi, who has always been very good at cultivating his qi, lost his skills in the first moment.
Although in Su Qingluan's opinion, Mu Xingzhi's movements were still elegant and slow, he actually made the other party feel his eagerness and surprise, which was a huge "loss of composure" for him.
Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo exchanged a look without any expression. Song Bo wanted to pick up the sketch and take a closer look at it several times, but thinking about his rash behavior just now, he gave up.
Seeing that he was hesitant, Su Qingluan sighed and walked over to Song Bo, holding the blank part. "Although this kind of painting is easily rubbed and blurred, as long as you hold the blank part, there will be no problem. And if you want to preserve it for a long time, just sandwich it between two pieces of paper to avoid strong friction."
Mu Xingzhi lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before asking, "These inanimate objects can be painted so meticulously, so what about real people?"
Su Qingluan thought for a moment. "If it were a real person, then the skin texture, the shape of the hair, the direction of the clothing folds would be much more complex—and most importantly, the expression on the face. A sketch—oh, 'sketch' is the general term for this kind of painting—the most difficult and most revealing aspect of a person's character is their appearance and facial expression."
Mu Xingzhi was so smart that he immediately understood what Su Qingluan meant: "In other words, you can also draw characters with great detail."
Su Qingluan thought about it and said conservatively: "Compared to those top painters, there is still some gap, but to ordinary people, it is 'very similar'."
For a moment, after hearing Su Qingluan's words, Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo fell into a brief silence.
Neither of them was stupid, so in just a moment, they both thought of many ways to use "sketching" - illustrations in books, topographical mapping on maps, portraits of people at certain times...
It is precisely because the two of them - especially Mu Xingzhi - understand the value of Su Qingluan's skill that he has to be more cautious towards Su Qingluan.
After all, judging from the current intelligence, the origin of this "Su Qingluan" in front of him was indeed a bit strange - her origin could be traced back to the Ning'an Marquis Mansion, but judging from the way she behaved, she was completely different from when she was adopted.
Could it really be such a coincidence that "Su Qingluan" just learned her identity and then "fell into the water"? Not only that, but after falling into the water, she also suffered a high fever and lost her memory.
But even if she had lost her memory, this girl still retained her superb cooking skills and clever personality. She didn't look like a patient with brain damage and memory loss at all.
Su Qingluan naturally had no way of knowing that Mu Xingzhi was suspicious of her true identity and had already guessed it almost exactly.
However, concepts such as "travel through time and space", "reincarnation", and "resurrection of the dead" were too abstruse and Mu Xingzhi had never seen them before. Moreover, although he usually read widely, he mostly read "reference books" such as classics of great scholars or astronomy and geography, and rarely read stories about gods and ghosts.
In Mu Xingzhi's view, those storybooks were a form of entertainment for frustrated scholars to escape reality.
...Although in a sense, the story of a down-and-out scholar encountering a beautiful ghost or fox spirit is roughly the same, but Mu Xingzhi has basically never read this kind of strange story novels, which means he is not very good at thinking in this area.
If his thoughts had leaned towards the direction of "reincarnation", Su Qingluan's disguise would have been exposed long ago.
Seeing that neither of the two people responded, Su Qingluan was a little suspicious: judging from the reactions of the other party - especially Song Bo - they must be attracted by her sketching skills. Su Qingluan was very sure of this.
But why didn’t they show an expression that said, “Young comrades, if you work hard with us, you will definitely benefit from it”?
Are there any concerns?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan suddenly realized: she was not Mu Xingzhi's confidant. Even if she had offered her "letter of allegiance", she had not undergone any "trust test" after all. Therefore, even though she had enviable skills, he did not dare to use her.
Su Qingluan suggested, "Actually, you two can find someone you trust to learn the sketching technique from me. That way, once they learn it, I won't have to worry about it anymore, and you can hand it over to someone you trust."
She didn't feel disappointed by the other party's distrust. After all, even her own recipes were not something that anyone could learn, let alone Mu Xingzhi, who was obviously looking for trouble.
However, as the saying goes, "curiosity kills the cat", Su Qingluan did not ask Mu Xingzhi what he was going to do - intuitively, the less she knew, the better for herself and her family, so she did not ask anything and pretended to be stupid.
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