Upon hearing this, Zhang Bo understood that for Mr. Yun, this painting was not just a painting, but a sentiment.
Zhang Bo is 67 years old, but in front of his idol, he is like an ignorant teenager, unwilling to miss any opportunity to talk to him.
He then asked, "Why do you want to exhibit today?"
"Because that important person has come today."
Rather than saying the exhibition was for art enthusiasts, it was more accurate to say it was only for Yao'er.
The two elderly men walking behind felt a mix of emotions as they watched Zhang Bo talking to Mr. Yun.
If they had acted like Zhang Bo from the beginning, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
At least, I can exchange a few words with Mr. Yun, whom I have long admired.
Instead of being isolated.
Being disliked by your idol is an incredibly painful experience.
"arrive."
In the center of the exhibition hall, a painting is displayed on the glass wall.
Everyone looked over.
"Wow."
Everyone couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
This painting is so beautiful. It is similar to the paintings exhibited by Jiang Enren, but also very different.
Because the baby girl's eyes were different from those of Jiang Enren.
The former depicts the baby girl with her eyes closed, while in this painting, the baby girl gently opens one eye.
They resemble phoenix eyes, but upon closer inspection, they look like the eyes of a little fox.
The whites of the eyes are also very white, with a clear distinction between black and white, perfectly depicting the pure and innocent eyes of the baby.
The pupils, however, seemed to gather the purest blackness in the world, with a sliver of candlelight shining in the very center, gleaming and captivating with their pure and bright beauty.
Besides, one could vaguely see a scene beyond the candlelight in those eyes—dreamy, real, and beautiful.
The candlelight flickered, merging with the darkness and the blackness of the pupils, yet the candlelight ignited the darkness.
This painting is completely different from the artistic conception depicted by Jiang Enren.
Like a ray of light in the darkness, this light makes the world a better place.
Seeing this painting evokes a sense of newfound beauty and brings joy.
Tang Yaoyao took a deep breath. The painting of her was so lifelike, it seemed as if she could reach out and hug her.
This feeling is so wonderful, I can't help but feel excited.
People in the art world only need one glance to know the answer in their hearts.
Fu Yunmo is from the original novel; the baby girl's eyes, when opened, possess a special power to bring out her eyes.
On the contrary, Jiang Enren only copied a picture of a baby girl's eyes. He couldn't complete it, so he simply closed them, which gives people a completely different feeling.
This painting is so beautiful and wonderful.
Even a copy of a painting with a completely different artistic conception is amazing, let alone the original painting!
Lai Hsien fell silent.
At this moment, even if he wanted to believe Jiang Enren, it was impossible.
Everyone looked at Jiang Enren.
He stared at the words in front of him in shock, muttering, "How could this be... how could this be..."
No one understood what he meant by saying that.
Zhang Bo spoke first: "Jiang Enren, are you still insisting that you are the original author?"
Jiang Enren immediately retorted: "I am! I am the original author. My master can testify, and so can my master's wife. They watched me complete it stroke by stroke. I spent a whole month on it. It is my original work. It was just a coincidence. It really was just a coincidence."
Lai Xian frowned: "I agree with what Mr. Yun said earlier. You might be able to paint the same scenery, but you can't paint the same people unless you copy it."
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