Of course, in addition to skilled painting skills, painting must also have a strong personal touch and aura in order to be recognizable.

For a painter, it is very important to be recognizable.

All the works selected for the art exhibition are of skilled painting skills, and Bai Mohua is still young. Compared with others who have been painting for most of their lives, he is still a little behind in this aspect.

But his paintings are very spiritual, and he already has his own style.

This painting is very eye-catching and can quickly catch people's attention. Then when everyone stops to admire it, after looking at it for a long time, they actually don't find the tiger scary anymore.

The white tiger is overbearing, but it shows a protective attitude towards the fragile little life in its arms.

If you look closely, you will find that the little child is the one who gets the most attention, especially the eyes, which are as pure and clear as mountain spring water, but also full of other pure emotions.

Joy, leisure, dependence and trust on the white tiger.

When immersed in the artist's emotions in the painting, everyone seems to be away from the hustle and bustle and pressure of the city, and only feels a sense of leisure and relaxation in the vast wilderness.

Just from the name "Nature", the first thing that comes to mind is probably forests, endless grasslands and other natural scenery.

However, the artist of this painting combined the two elements, the white tiger representing nature and the humans representing the city, to reveal the meaning behind the painting.

“It’s so beautiful.”

Someone stared at the painting and muttered to himself.

“I must sell it!”

Who here doesn’t think so?

Most of the people who come here are big bosses sitting in offices, because after they have money, they want to improve themselves through art.

Although many people do not understand art, good works can resonate with them, and if they like them, they will buy them.

Bai Mo's painting "Nature" obviously resonates with many people's emotions. This painting seems oppressive and domineering at first glance, but a closer look can make people feel warm and leisurely. It is perfect for those ambitious big bosses who want to relax.

The little Nuannuan was mixed in the crowd, listening to everyone discussing her brother's paintings. Two rows of neat, white teeth were revealed at the corners of her mouth, and her black eyes were sparkling. She puffed out her little chest for some reason, unable to hide her pride.

Her brother is super awesome!

As more and more people gathered around, Bai Mohua took Nuannuan away to look at other works.

After walking around, Bai Mohua asked the teacher to take them out for dinner.

"I'll treat you!" The young man patted his chest, his face beaming with joy.

Nangong Xun and several other teachers nearby couldn't help laughing.

"This child really hasn't changed at all."

"Who says he isn't? Now no one would doubt that he is a college student."

"That's good. I like such carefree and smart guys."

The social pressure nowadays is too great. There are very few people like Bai Mohua who focus on painting, do not care about fame and fortune, and have pure thoughts.

Bai Mohua smiled shyly at the compliment, and when he was taking the teachers out for dinner, he unexpectedly met another group of people.

Those were Americans, and the leader among them was a professor from a famous American art academy. They obviously knew Nangong Xun.

Nangong Xun saw the smile on his face fade——"Professor James."

"Nangong, this must be your favorite disciple."

There was also a tall young man standing next to James, looking up at the Baxia people with a look of arrogance and disdain. This was especially evident when his gaze fell on Bai Mohua.

"Did you really paint 'Nature'?"

He sneered as he said this - "I have never seen such a young person in Xiaguo draw such a picture. You have a good teacher."

"What do you mean!"

The other teachers couldn't help but get angry. This was not implying that they were cheating. The painting Bai Mo drew was drawn by his teacher for him.

"Ari, you shouldn't be so rude."

James snapped, but there was no blame in his tone.

"I'm so sorry, Professor Nangong. It's inevitable that Ari is a little bit mad because he only got third place. You know, young people are suspicious."

Nangong Xun was also angry, but he still maintained his composure - "It doesn't matter, after all, Ari is still young and inexperienced. Just like he will never believe that Xia Country has a history of more than 5,000 years, but that history does exist."

James and Ari's faces suddenly turned livid.

Nangong Xun continued slowly, "Xiaguo does have many shortcomings in oil painting. We will admit this openly and work hard to improve these shortcomings in the future. But if you are interested, Mr. James, maybe you can learn about our Chinese painting?"

That is the heritage of thousands of years of history passed down by our ancestors. Oh, I am so sorry, I forgot that you cannot use our brushes. People nowadays, without that ability, will only depreciate things that they cannot control, which is also pathetic, don’t you think, Professor James?”

He had a gentle smile on his face, but the words he spoke were like soft knives stabbing into James' body.

Because James once belittled Chinese painting, Americans will never admit that China has such a long history.

Nangong Xun did not directly criticize Ai Rui, but used these to imply that those Americans who did not believe in the knowledge of Xia Guo's history, Ai Rui had little knowledge, and he belittled others just because he could not compare with them. He was narrow-minded and had no grace.

Eric was furious and swore angrily and was about to start a fight.

Bai Mohua blocked the punch for his teacher. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and staggered backwards before being caught by the teachers.

Nuannuan was furious when she saw her brother being beaten. She took advantage of her small size to run over, hugged Ari's leg and bit it hard.

"Ouch! Shit!"

Nangong Xun shouted fiercely: "Ari, how dare you!"

Nuannuan was thrown away and fell to the ground, then burst into tears.

The child's crying was very piercing and immediately attracted a lot of people to watch.

Nuannuan was crying and looking for her brother, looking so pitiful - "Wuwuwu...my brother hit me!"

She spoke in English, and everyone present, both Chinese and foreign, understood her. They looked at the crying child and then at the tall and strong Eric, and immediately felt contempt for him.

James thought to himself that this was not good.

"Wuwuwu...Brother, let me take a look at you to see if you were hurt by him."

The child eagerly pulled open the clothes on Bai Mohua's shoulders. On the snow-white skin, the dark blue spot was particularly bright and glaring.

Nuannuan was calling Ai Rui a bad guy while blowing his breath on her brother.

The tender cry of a child always arouses sympathy among people. Coupled with the obvious bruises on Bai Mohua's shoulders and Nuannuan's accusations against Ai Rui, everyone felt that this young man had a questionable character.

"It's abominable! How can you hit a child?"