Chapter 327: The Ink Rose
Jiang Xue looked at her painting and forced herself to calm down. She continued, "So what I want to say in this painting is that once hope is nourished, it is a beautiful and flamboyant beauty. Hope in suffering is always accompanied by some helplessness, far from being as beautiful as the world in a golden age."
Xue Liu looked deeply at Jiang Xue as if she could see through her.
Just as Jiang Xue was about to suffocate from the pressure, Xue Liu suddenly laughed. Her eyes were no longer so indifferent and cold but had a bit of affection for the younger generation.
Xue Liu laughed. "Are you Jiang Xue? May I know who your teacher is?"
In Jiang Xue’s painting, Xue Liu could see the shadow of the flamboyant girl eighteen years ago. Some small habits could be easily passed on from teachers to students. For example, her disciple would always be influenced by her by chance and inherit some of her small habits.
If her guess was correct, Jiang Xue must have more or less received some guidance from Lin Lu. The reason why she said ’more or less’ was that she didn’t believe that Lin Lu would have a disciple who wasn’t skilled in painting.
Jiang Xue didn’t know why Xue Liu suddenly asked this question, but Xia Huang’s expression had already changed. Xue Liu’s attitude showed that she was interested in her.
Jiang Xue didn’t know how to answer. If she said that she learned it from a peasant woman in the countryside, wouldn’t these people laugh their heads off?