Meng Fu was calmer than her. He looked at the president, thought for a while, and then took a step forward. just draw two.
Zhao fan saw that Meng Fu had really picked up the brush and was about to draw. He was stunned for a moment and his heart trembled.
She dared to draw this in front of this person?
Meng Fu held her brush and drew two strokes of thick ink. She had always drawn casually, and at this time, her drawing style was even more casual. She drew a dry well with moss beside it.
Only different shades of ink were used to paint the colors, but three different pens were used.
The brush could be seen in the ink, and the bones could be seen in the color.
Meng Fu's painting was simple, and it was not complicated, so it did not take long.
The Guild Master was standing right beside her. Even Zhao fan's palms were sweating from nervousness, but she was calm and composed, as if she was not nervous at all.
