This Jiang Enren, perhaps, is someone she can never forget.
I don't know what I was feeling, but I nodded.
The two left the art exhibition together and went to the art exhibition center next door.
Jiang Enren has many female fans, who are either around his age or younger than him, and are high school students.
People held up banners and cheered for Jiang Enren.
Seeing this scene, Tang Yaoyao thought of the fan circle. In the entertainment industry, fans also support their favorite idols.
The business model is the same in every industry.
Xiao Jinhan bought the tickets, and then he pushed Tang Yaoyao in his wheelchair, and the two of them entered the art exhibition together.
Since most people come because of his reputation, Jiang Enren is their idol.
Everyone's attention was focused on the paintings he had made, so they naturally didn't notice Tang Yaoyao and Xiao Jinhan.
When it comes to appreciating paintings, no one here has as much experience as she does.
She has witnessed almost all of the ancient cultural history spanning over a thousand years, and has followed history step by step.
She has seen quite a few paintings of all kinds.
Moreover, five hundred years ago, she studied painting under a scholar in white robes. Although her painting skills were not superb, they were still beyond the reach of ordinary people.
She looked intently at the painting hanging on the wall.
Every painter has their specialty; some paint people, some paint objects, and some paint landscapes.
Clearly, Jiang Enren was a painter who was very good at painting landscapes.
Each of his landscape paintings is highly visually appealing and conveys different emotions, revealing that he was in different moods when creating them.
Each stroke depicts a small world.
Xiao Jinhan doesn't understand painting, and in his memory, Sixteen never looked at books or paintings either.
At this moment, however, she was very focused, and even when looking at each painting, she had a different expression, very serious and earnest.
Xiao Jinhan's eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke softly, "You like calligraphy and painting?"
"Hmm, I quite like it."
That's why she wanted to come and see her third brother's art exhibition.
Xiao Jinhan then asked, "Are there any paintings here that you particularly like?"
Tang Yaoyao raised her hand and pointed to a painting of a sunset over a river: "This one."
Xiao Jinhan followed her hand and looked over.
Then, I listened to her explanation: "This painting makes me feel that it was painted in a state of confusion. There is river water and sunset glow, but no mountains or animals. The painter must have been trapped in a vicious cycle and couldn't get out. He was depressed, so the sunset glow doesn't look so dazzling."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinhan felt a surge of unease. Only now did he realize how little he truly understood her.
Although she is a star actress, she knows how to blend perfumes and appreciate paintings, as if she has many undiscovered secrets.
"Your insight is that the painter was in a low mood when he was painting. If that's the case, why would he like paintings that express negative emotions?"
Tang Yaoyao turned to look at him and explained, "From the moment I entered the art exhibition until I came here, only this painting truly captures my state of mind."
She looked at it again before adding, "Moreover, the people in the painting express their truest feelings, which can resonate with the viewer."
He looked up at the painting on the wall: "Back then, Jiang Enren won the Fuzhou championship by relying on this painting in the competition."
Upon hearing this, Tang Yaoyao was slightly taken aback: "How did you know about something like this?"
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