Zhao Xuzhi took the paintings and saw that they were three pictures of orchids.
They were extremely beautiful. The orchids were as light as a young girl. One of the pictures was soft and gentle, and the color was vibrant. The fragrance of the picture seemed to come to one's face. The other painting was sharp, and the ink swirled and outlined the shape of the picture. It was as if it was made by nature. Another picture was vivid, and there was a cliff, the rocks were uneven, and a blue sparrow looked down from above. It was as if one had entered the painting and seen the interest with their own eyes.
Zhao Xuzhi was stunned for a moment.
His hand that was holding onto the painting tightened.
He rarely painted flowers and birds. The reason being the layout was too small, he did not like it.
He painted more mountains and rivers, and it was majestic.
