He and Jiang Enren were from completely different circles, yet he knew why Jiang had won the award.
If it weren't for the name she called out in her dream, he would never have known what this person did, what honors he had, or what dark history he had.
"I heard it from my third brother."
Tang Yaoyao asked with some confusion, "He knows Jiang Enren too?"
Xiao Jinhan said in a serious tone, "Well, since we're in the same circle, of course I know."
"Let's go take a look ahead."
"good."
At this time, more and more people arrived, all heading in one direction.
The people were whispering and discussing among themselves.
"If you miss the painting in the very center, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Let's go, or we won't be able to see it when there are more people."
"Yes, after we finish looking at this, we'll go see Mr. Yun's art exhibition. He's a painter I've admired for a long time."
"My favorite painters are having their exhibitions on the same day. I wonder if they even know each other."
"Is it possible that they are friends despite their age difference?"
"Ah! If that's the case, that's really exciting."
Accompanied by the chattering sounds, Tang Yaoyao arrived at the very center of the art exhibition. Looking up, she immediately saw the painting projected on a wall.
That glance gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The painting depicts an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes, her eyes closed, exuding an indescribable sense of peace.
The background was pitch black, with only a single candle swaying in the wind, seemingly about to burn out in the darkness.
For some reason, he uses this dark style when drawing babies.
It's as if this child was born to suffer hardships in the world, and even candlelight cannot warm such a dark night.
"The colors in this painting feel so heavy to me."
Another person said, "Yes, it feels like someone is choking me, and it's hard to breathe."
"This baby looks like it has been abandoned."
"It seems to me that life is inherently full of darkness, and candlelight is like a ray of light in life, so fragile."
"I think it's longing, though."
"Jiang Enren is so young, yet he has created such a painting. He is truly a genius."
"That's right, such paintings are really rare."
"But it looks too tragic to be all alone like this."
"I really want to know what circumstances Jiang Enren was under when he created this painting."
Tang Yaoyao looked at the baby girl in the painting and noticed a detail: there was floral fabric in the swaddling clothes, which should be the baby girl's clothes.
Upon seeing this, her heart skipped a beat.
The baby girl in this painting seems to bear some resemblance to her.
"Four……"
She turned around and saw Xiao Jinhan staring at the painting with narrowed eyes. His aura gradually turned cold, and the light in his eyes was like a sharp blade, staring directly at the baby girl in the painting.
Tang Yaoyao frowned and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Jinhan's Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, his voice a little hoarse: "Don't you think the baby girl in the painting looks like you?"
She had been wondering about this, but after hearing what he said, she looked up again.
This time, I paid even more attention than before.
I recalled seeing photos of her as a child in the old house, in Grape's room.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The baby in the painting looks exactly like she did when she was a child.
No wonder it felt familiar when I looked at it just now.
"What...what's going on?"
Xiao Jinhan's voice was cold: "This painting is not his original work."
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