“This child has learned to lie at such a young age, using your name to satisfy his vanity. I’ll have the security guard kick him out. Like father, like son.”
The staff member noticed a hint of displeasure flash across Shen Jinmo's face. Before Shen Jinmo, the boss, could even speak, she had already made the decision for him.
Just then, the staff member was about to turn around and deal with Lu Anyu.
Shen Jinmo spoke in a deep voice, calling out to the staff member.
"Wait a minute, everyone here is a guest. Besides, a five-year-old child who can paint a picture and dares to sign up for an exhibition, I want to see what his skills are."
After greeting the VIPs beside him, Shen Jinmo got up and went to handle the matter himself.
Several distinguished guests found this quite interesting and got up together, saying they wanted to join in the fun.
The group came down from upstairs and walked to the exhibition hall on the first floor.
A little boy wearing a baseball cap was seen walking away dejectedly, carrying a completely ruined painting.
His figure was thin and small, and the soft lighting in the exhibition hall shone on his back, making him look particularly lonely and pitiful.
"Your painting was ruined, so you slunk back home. Is this how your mother taught you to face setbacks?"
Shen Jinmo watched his retreating figure, his cold and deep voice echoing in the empty hall.
Lu Anyu stopped in his tracks and suddenly turned around.
He saw a handsome uncle in a black suit standing there.
One large and one small, gazing at each other from afar.
The sudden sense of familiarity gave the little guy a feeling of déjà vu.
This uncle seems familiar; I feel like I've seen him somewhere before.
"Nonsense, my mom taught me that when I encounter difficulties, I can't be defeated. I have to use my strength to shut up those who laugh at me." Lu Anyu had been pampered and spoiled since childhood and had never experienced anything like this.
He was just upset that his painting, which he had spent so much time creating, was ruined; he hadn't thought about getting revenge.
After being reminded by this uncle, he suddenly cheered up.
The damaged painting was left aside.
More important than a painting that allows his father to recognize the style his mother taught him.
There is another method that is simpler and more direct.
"So what are you going to do?" Shen Jinmo asked him patiently.
When he was around children, his cold demeanor softened somewhat, and he became more approachable and friendly.
"Could I have paper and a pen? I can redraw it in thirty minutes."
The little guy exudes confidence, with big, bright eyes and eyelashes as fine as feathers.
Shen Jinmo stared into his eyes, as if he saw a shadow of someone in him.
"Someone, give him paper and a pen."
Shen Jinmo instructed the staff to do as he said.
Not far away, Ruixi was afraid that this kid who suddenly appeared would steal all the limelight.
He was clearly the most outstanding young master of the Luo family, having been nurtured in the art capital since childhood.
He's the one who should be shining today.
She walked up to Shen Jinmo and tugged at his sleeve: "Uncle Shen, he's the one who tricked me and took my painting off there. Why are you helping him?"
Shen Jinmo glanced down at Ruixi, "How did he lie to you?"
“He played rock-paper-scissors with me, and he played rock first…” Ruixi told Shen Jinmo the whole story.
Upon hearing this, Shen Jinmo was not angry at all; instead, a smile of appreciation appeared on his lips.
Such a clever and cunning child is a rare sight.
"Uncle Shen, you have to stand up for me!" Ruixi pleaded in a low, coquettish voice.
Shen Jinmo rubbed his head: "It's okay, just look at his painting. If it's bad, with so many famous painters here, he'll embarrass himself in public."
Convinced by Shen Jinmo's words, Ruixi stopped arguing and stood quietly beside him.
Pencils, colored pencils, and drawing paper were served together to accommodate the children's height.
The staff specially brought over a low coffee table to make it easier for him to paint.
Mike, the driver who was waiting in the car outside, heard from several staff members about how Lu Anyu was being bullied inside, and immediately made a phone call to Lu Zhiwei.
He couldn't swallow this insult; the little guy, who had been pampered by everyone since childhood, was now suffering this kind of injustice.
Lu Zhiwei, who received the call, was attending an offline event hosted by an artist.
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiwei calmly said to Mike, "Since he has the ability to skip class to attend this exhibition, he should bear all the consequences that may occur. This is also a form of growth."
"Then... then we'll just let them bully the young master?"
"Send me your location." Lu Zhiwei finally softened.
After all, the person they were bullying was none other than her precious son.
Art exhibition hall scene.
Lu Anyu paints quietly with skillful brushstrokes and a bold and unique style.
The professional artists present gathered around to watch and then stood aside to discuss and appreciate the work.
"Whose child is this? He's incredibly talented. Look at how he handles color."
"He can even control the overlap of light and shadow."
...
Lu Anyu focused intently on his painting, remaining humble and composed.
Shen Jinmo stared intently at Lu Anyu's painting techniques, especially his handling of light and shadow, and a familiar feeling washed over him.
Thirty minutes were up.
Lu Anyu put down his paintbrush on time, and an oil painting titled "Chasing the Light" was presented to everyone.
"I've been painting for decades, and I've been outdone by a child who's only a few years old. I'm truly ashamed of myself. How can I have the face to come here and embarrass myself like this?"
The proud painter admitted his inferiority and, feeling dejected, immediately left the exhibition hall carrying his painting.
Lu Anyu was not in the mood to accept the constant praise around him.
A pair of bright, round eyes darted around, looking at people in all directions.
He wondered if someone would suddenly stand up, grab him, and excitedly ask, "Who taught you to paint?"
From childhood to adulthood, his mother never mentioned his father, so Lu Anyu could only rely on his imagination to create the impression of his father in his mind.
He also asked his mother why his father wasn't with them, and whether his father had abandoned them.
Lu Zhiwei never responded to him directly.
No one suddenly rushed out to ask him anything, not a single one.
The little guy hung his head in frustration.
Shen Jinmo thought he was unhappy because of the grievance he had just suffered, so he walked over to him, squatted down and held his shoulders: "Uncle thinks your painting is great, and it deserves to be placed in the center of the exhibition area. Someone, hang up this child's painting 'Chasing the Light'."
This time, Lu Anyu did not get to that position through opportunism, but through his own strength.
After the painting was hung up properly.
Everyone in the exhibition hall gave Lu Anyu a warm round of applause.
The little guy didn't notice that a person suddenly walked into the corner of the exhibition hall, holding a rose in his hand.
Like all the artists and audience members present, they applauded Lu Anyu.
He deserves this applause.
Having his limelight completely stolen, Luo family young master Ruixi angrily turned and walked out of the hall, arranging for a driver to take him home.
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