I am a master of light novels in Japan

When this young girl came to her, the steps she took were the same that the toes touched the bottom first, and her light footsteps, like a girl in a dance, elegant and indescribable a sense of nobility, but she seemed to be After the nobility, the family origin is much more prominent than Shiina's grandfather. Her eyes are cold, close to Zhen Bai, and her eyes are staring at Zhen Bai's clear eyes, and said: "I didn't come here, Rita, this time It is our teacher, Master Henry invited me to come and see you and Zhen Bai."

Master Henry...

Li Yan listened quietly, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

This old man next to him is the artist who once chatted with Li Yan in the museum and trained a sixteen-year-old world-class painter, Shiina's grandfather, the British national treasure painter Henry P. Thompson.

No one does not know the name of the Oxford University library about art publications and the circle of art students.

Rita was shocked, and finally, couldn't help sighing, and said to her teacher: "You are here too, it seems that Mr. Henry is serious this time..."

"Because this is an agreement between Ms. Shiina and Ms. Shiina."

The old man showed a kind smile, looked at Rita and the others with piercing eyes that were different from his age, and said in a general tone of emotion, as if he was saying humorous and relaxed words.

He held a cane, walked a few steps, looked up at this apartment building, and said, "This is really a very nice place, isn't it, Morgana?"

"Yes, teacher." The purple-haired girl nodded and said with a smile.

She also looked up and said, "Your granddaughter, Ms. Shiina Mashiro, can create works you are satisfied with."

With that said, this girl named Mo Jiana turned her head and looked at Li Yan. Li Yan was taken aback for a moment, and she showed a sweet smile, seeming to pay special attention to Li Yan.

"..."

Li Yan didn't quite understand what she meant. It was obvious that they had just met, how come they were so concerned about him as an Oriental. The British are famously xenophobic, and they usually don't want to see squinted Orientals.

Rita's face got worse and worse. Finally, she stood up and said in front of the teacher, "Mr. Henry, can we talk?"

"Rita, what do you want to talk about?" the old man asked.

"If you can...Well, can you let Zhenbai live the life she wants?" Rita lowered her head and was silent for a long time before saying to this teacher.

At this moment, everyone fell silent and looked at the old man wearing a hat.

"suddenly……"

This old man quietly looked at this building, this place trapped his granddaughter, a genius destined to be a celebrity, this apartment building was full of light colors, and his face showed a trace of his own. Consider.

"Rita, did you know... Zhenbai is my granddaughter and the only descendant of mine. God brought the most beautiful angel to my side, but... God, does he really love his creation?"

The old man stood under a clear sky, holding a cane, surrounded by grass, muttering to himself.

"This is what she promised me. The painter must have a bet that only painters have, right?"

"The job of a painter is always crazy...lonely."

This sentence made Li Yan sound a little horrified.

He turned his face to look, this old man, I don't know why, he saw the figure of a genius girl who didn't eat the fireworks, didn't know the warmth of the world, and looked like a snow-white doll...

When he heard this sentence, he also seemed to feel...It was once really white, and it seemed crazy. When he didn't come into contact with comics, he loved oil painting so madly.

Master Henry said meaningfully: "These are all her persistence over the years. When this child is very happy, it is also very painful... So I came to see her paintings."

"Mr. Holmes, do you understand?"

After that, the old man asked Li Yan jokingly.

"..."

Li Yan was stunned.

He suddenly realized something.

What did you hide from them...

"Well, show me the work she left for you."

Master Henry said to Rita with a smile on his wrinkled face.

It was getting late.

Li Yan stood not far from the door of Room 605, always paying attention to the situation inside.

"..."

He couldn't help sighing, he was a little worried, whether it was really white whether he could get through this difficulty this time.

It's just that Zhenbai is probably still working hard to check his final ending works in the publishing house during this period of time.

After Master Henry pushed aside the true white studio, the stained studio was filled with paintings covering the long white cloth, which was quite spectacular, as if it were on the battlefield of the art world.

Then, that's the solitary time between Master Henry and the painting...

Probably, three hours have passed.

At this time, Qihai on the side was worried, but she didn't know much. Finally, she couldn't help asking: "Now, Rita."

"What's wrong?"

Rita kept distracting, speaking nasal Japanese, looking at Nanami curiously.

"Do you know about the lady named Mo Jiana?" Qi Haiyan asked curiously, seeing Rita's expression.

Women's observational power is often easy to see the inherent contradictions between women, and Nanami can see that Rita is very concerned about that girl.

The European girl who was knocked down by him, even Li Yan as an Asian, established the status of beauty at first glance.This girl is about the same age as Zhen Bai, and she is a rare and beautiful woman.

However, it is different from the average European woman. She looks thin and has a fragile look. It should be said that she is quite in line with the image of the European lady in the East. When she wanted to catch a kitten, she was knocked to the ground by Li Yan. After being apologized by Li Yan, he appeared generous and decent, quiet and polite.

"Oh."

Rita was taken aback, raised her head and said to Li Yan and Qihai: "Didn’t I tell you before...Morjana, that girl is a genius in the French art world. What should I say, I also heard that she has recently It's the true white grandfather, Mr. Henry's last student."

"call……"

When Rita introduced her, her expression became a little embarrassed. She saw Qingshan Qihai and Li Yan both staring at her with curious eyes. As a last resort, after a slight sigh, she continued: "If you follow the rationale, her achievements will not It’s not inferior to Shiina Shiba. After all, as a British, I don’t want to admit it, but the country where the most oil painting masters have appeared in the Middle Ages is still France. After Shiina became famous, France’s Morgana was also held in Paris soon. The painting exhibition suddenly became famous in France. History never gave birth to only one genius in a century, as if two people collided together at the beginning."

Li Yan and Qi Hai were slightly surprised.

"However, according to the current evaluation, Zhenbai still has an advantage over Morgana in the art world. It has always covered her reputation. That fellow Morgana seems to have been sorrowing. However, in the past few years..."

Rita said with some regret: "I have also heard that her paintings are getting higher and higher evaluations in the exhibition... Now that they are really white, they are probably in a passive position."

In the tone of the following paragraph, Rita seemed to be in a low mood.