After coming back from the stroll, Meng Chuan went to the study to paint.
On the unfolded piece of canvas, Meng Chuan first drew the peach blossoms. The dark-brown twisted branches and leaves were filled with vibrance. The peach blossoms were beautiful. Some of the peach blossoms had completely bloomed, while some were still flower buds. The flower pistils seemed to tremble slightly in the breeze. The painting was more lively than what he had seen in reality. Paintings were like this—they originated from reality, but they exceeded reality.
Then, he began painting the person.
Painting peach blossoms was a display of excellent technique.
Painting a human was the soul underlying it! The finishing touch!
A beauty stood in front of the peach blossoms as she gently sniffed the peach blossoms' fragrance. She looked even more beautiful than the flowers.