There aren't many works inside; in total, there are no more than fifty.
But after Su Qing and her older brother entered through the door, they looked at each of the works one by one, starting with the first one.
Sunflowers blooming with vibrant passion, a tranquil yet shimmering sea, a deep and melancholic man, a three-dimensional and profoundly drawn portrait, a tree laden with fruit, a smiling crossroads, plum blossoms in winter snow, a desolate landscape painting…
Each painting seems to tell a story.
Su Qing's favorite painting is called: Struggle.
The image shows the backs of four middle-aged men with different appearances.
The background of the image is both simple and complex.
It was rendered using colored paints.
Beside the figure in the background, there were four small shadows of different colors.
Although it is only four figures from behind, it can make the viewer feel the emotions conveyed by the painting.
Conflicted, bewildered, temporarily content with the status quo yet restless, yearning to break free, struggling, seemingly hesitant yet resolute...
The bright and eye-catching sun in the upper right corner becomes vibrant, soft, and warm under the colorful graffiti.
For no apparent reason, Su Qing thought of the phrase "a hundred boats racing".
Su Qing stared at the painting for about five minutes before turning to her older brother and saying something.
"Brother, this painting is really well done."
"Yes, it's not bad." Su Qing's older brother nodded.
A painting, if truly imbued with emotion, is painted with exceptional care.
Those who look at the painting carefully will naturally be able to discern different meanings from it.
The artist of this painting was none other than Mr. Lin.
"Brother, I'd like to buy this painting, is that alright?" Su Qing asked.
Although she has her own pocket money, why should she waste it when her rich older brother is right next to her?
"Sure, you can ask about the price later and tell me, then I'll buy it and give it to you."
"Yay, thank you, big brother."
However, after excitedly making the call, Su Qing was told that the painting was not for sale.
For Mr. Lin, this painting holds special significance.
The four people in the painting are actually him and his friends.
This painting was completed in one go when inspiration struck that day.
Even though Su Qing had offered 100,000, he still refused to sell.
For Mr. Lin, 100,000 yuan is actually a lot of money.
If this had happened in the past, Mr. Lin would have jumped for joy on the spot if he knew someone was willing to spend 100,000 yuan to buy his painting.
But now, he is completely reluctant to part with the painting.
He felt that even if he copied this painting, he would never be able to recreate it.
With some effort, it's possible to earn 100,000 yuan.
But he definitely couldn't paint such a picture.
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Lin proudly told Mrs. Lin and Lin Anshu the news.
"Dad, you're amazing!"
"From now on, I'll call you Painter Lin and start trying to curry favor with you. I wonder if I'll be able to latch onto your coattails in time?" Lin Anshu said with a grin.
"Why are you trying to curry favor with your dad? You're just as good as him, you know?" Lin's mother didn't want to spoil Lin's father, afraid he would get too cocky.
The family was talking when Mr. Lin's phone rang again.
After hanging up the phone, his smile vanished, replaced by a look of helplessness and heartache.
"What's wrong, Dad? What happened?"
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