Horse Farm

After Professor Zhang took away the bamboo ink painting that day, there was no more news from him. Hence, Xia Wanyuan naturally assumed that her painting had not been selected.

Who would have thought that as soon as she woke up this morning, she would receive a call from Elder Zhang asking her to draw another painting?

Hence, after Xiao Bao went to school, Xia Wanyuan spread paper on the table and drew.

The brush was filled with ink, and the tip of the brush was like a dragon and snake as it swam at will on the Xuan paper. Not long after, a painting of a cold plum blossom appeared on the paper.

Xia Wanyuan pressed the seal with the words "Yuan Wanxia" on it. Then, she laid the painting on the table and waited for the ink to dry naturally.

"Why didn't you go to work today?" Xia Wanyuan looked at Jun Shiling curiously.

According to Jun Shiling's habits, he usually went to the company after breakfast.