Yun Shuning looked at the person standing in front of her, with black hair, a deep yet gentle oriental face, and bright eyes full of surprise and persistence.
"Excuse me, who are you?" She looked at him in confusion. In the snowy winter day, her voice sounded a bit ethereal and hollow, which made Qi Zhibai, who was already amazed by her, look at her even more passionately.
"It must be a gift from God that I can meet you today." Qi Zhibai looked at her, his eyes full of sincere and fervent praise, "It turns out that when God created humans, he really accidentally let angels mix in."
"I once praised the blooming flowers of spring, was moved by the magnificent mountains and rivers, and was mesmerized by the falling leaves of autumn, but it was not until I saw you that I suddenly realized..."
After praising him instinctively, the French-Chinese man suddenly remembered that the people in the country he was in were very reserved and might not like his straightforward praise.
So he spoke word by word using the few Chinese words he knew: "My girl, you are the most beautiful, intelligent, and charming woman I have ever seen. If you don't mind..."
If his eyes didn't look so innocent, without a trace of impurities, Yun Shuning would have thought that he was a scoundrel who could casually chat up girls on the street.
"If you don't mind, can I draw a picture for you?" Qi Zhibai looked at her with sparkling eyes, like a little puppy wagging its tail at her feet.
"By the way, I'm a painter." Qi Zhibai said this, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't introduced himself. "My Chinese name is Qi Zhibai."
"Brother Bai, do you have Hot Wheels on your legs?" Qian Shu originally ran out after seeing his movements, but when he came out, he only saw his back.
They are both weaklings, why can Qi Zhibai run so fast?
After seeing the figure standing in front of him, Qian Shu immediately realized that this was Qi Zhibai's new muse. As an assistant who had been with him for four years, he immediately adjusted his state and showed a kind and amiable smile.
"Hello, young lady." He raised his head and a hint of surprise flashed across his face when he saw Yun Shuning.
He has been with Qi Zhibai for so long and has seen countless muses of his. Some are passionate and unrestrained, some are elegant and dignified, and some are lively and smart. Without exception, they are all beautiful.
It's not the superficial beauty or ugliness judged by appearance, but the qualities they reveal that make everyone who sees them consciously discover that they are beautiful.
Originally, he thought that after meeting so many people, he would no longer be easily amazed like he was at the beginning, but he overestimated himself.
The first feeling I had when I saw this muse was not that I was stunned by her appearance, but that I was captivated by her aura.
In fact, iceberg beauties are not uncommon in this world. Qi Zhibai was also present when he was painting the famous cold model Michelle Burgess. He only thought she was beautiful, but high and mighty and unapproachable.
But the person in front of him, although her temperament was cold and her eyes revealed indifference, for some reason, she gave him a different feeling.
That is, although she was cold, she was gentle. Although her whole body exuded an aura that kept people at a distance, there was a feeling of almost compassion in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. He could clearly feel the sadness hidden under her indifference.
How to put it, it's very contradictory, but it's well integrated in her.
Yun Shuning was stunned for a second after hearing Qi Zhibai's self-introduction, and then was interrupted by Qian Shu's words. It took her a while to realize that the person in front of her was actually the famous international contemporary painter - Qi Zhibai.
In fact, her first reaction was disbelief, but looking at the sincerity in Qi Zhibai's eyes, she suddenly felt that a pure painter might be like him now.
"Hello." However, Yun Shuning, who had experienced so much, was able to control the expression on her face very well, making herself look not so surprised. The aura on her body was also the same as when she had not seen them, with not much change.
"Excuse me, what's the matter with you stopping me?"
"In fact, it's because your temperament is so special." Qian Shu has used this set of rhetoric to convince countless muses that Qi Zhibai had met before. "Your temperament and your appearance are still rare among so many people I have met."
"When we, the painter Qi Zhibai, see someone like you, we can't resist the urge to paint you on paper." After finishing a long list of compliments, he finally got to the point, "So, this beautiful lady, if you have time and don't think we are offending you, can you let Brother Bai paint a picture with you as a model?"
model?
Yun Shuning frowned slightly. She knew that Qi Zhibai was good at painting figures. His most famous and representative works were all figure paintings.
But she really couldn't imagine why he chose her.
"I really like Mr. Qi's work, but I'm sorry." She habitually wanted to refuse.
She was not opposed to being a model, and she knew how rare it was to be a model for Qi Zhibai.
In the original novel, the reason why Lin Wan was recognized by He Chen's parents was, on the one hand, because after two years of experience, Lin Wan had become excellent and became a well-known designer in the country; on the other hand, it was because of the painting that Qi Zhibai drew for her.
An excellent painter, or an internationally renowned painter, will be sought after by many people both as a person and his works.
Sometimes, buying paintings is a risky investment, and the profits it brings are much higher than many other projects.
Therefore, after He Chen's parents saw this painting and knew Qi Zhibai's admiration for her, they slowly accepted her with her efforts.
From this we can see how exciting it is to be Qi Zhibai's model, and how many people have become world-famous because of one of his paintings.
Her refusal was simply because she knew that people would not cherish things that were easily obtained.
And judging from her current personality, it is normal for her to refuse. If Qi Zhibai just asked casually, it would be useless for her to agree without hesitation.
In short, if he was just in a whim, it didn't matter whether she agreed or not; if he really wanted her to be his model, he would definitely not let her go easily.
"Miss, please wait a moment." Seeing Yun Shuning's back as she tried to leave without any reluctance, Qian Shu, who had thought he had won, quickly said, "Tell me if you have any troubles. I will try my best to help you solve them."
Qi Zhibai followed Qian Shu's previous admonitions and instructions, and must never speak easily when encountering such things, because every time he said a few more words, he would create an inexplicable love affair.
So, his current international image is that of a romantic and amorous playboy.
Although he didn't know why this happened, he had learned to be obedient and listen to Qian Shu.
But seeing Qian Shu's failure, he forgot his previous blessing in his eagerness to be a model, and looked at Yun Shuning pitifully: "My beautiful lady, can't you be my model?"
"I really like your temperament, your appearance, and the tenderness and..." fragility and sadness in the moment when you catch the snowflakes.
Before he could finish his words, Qian Shu patted him.
Yun Shuning opened his mouth and was about to write something when he heard a shrill but excited scream from not far away.
Even though Qi Zhibai is one of the most famous painters in modern times, the number of people who know him is far less than the number of people who know his paintings, so he can communicate with others naturally here.
However, when facing his fans who like him, even if he is surrounded tightly, the fans can still recognize him.
Ten minutes later, a group of four people came neatly into the private room of the dessert shop.
"Oh my God, am I dreaming?" Li Li held her chest and looked at Qi Zhibai who was sitting opposite her with a dreamy face, "I actually met my idol!"
Qi Zhibai is actually a person with some social anxiety. It’s okay when facing the muse in his mind. With his inner excitement, he can talk to her freely.
But when faced with some fans who like him, he really doesn't know how to respond.
"Thank you for your likes."
Because of the presence of Li Li, the happy person, the meeting between the four people was a little awkward, but it did not reach a deadlock.
What moved Yun Shuning the most was that even though Qi Zhibai was Li Li's idol, when she knew that he wanted to paint a portrait with her as the model, Li Li looked at her first.
After knowing that she didn't want to be a model, he didn't force her at all. Instead, he smiled and changed the subject with Qian Shu and the others.
In her heart, her position may be more important than Qi Zhibai.
Qian Shu is also a veteran. When he heard Li Li talking about other things, he brought the topic back.
“Miss Yun, if you have any troubles, we will do our best to solve them for you. This painting is really important to Brother Bai.”
He knew how rare it was for Qi Zhibai to meet a muse of his own in the past two years. His works had been improving over the past two years, but they lacked the kind of impact they had brought to people at first sight.
If you are stuck in this bottleneck, then...
With tears and snot, he told about the difficulties he and Qi Zhibai had gone through over the years. In the end, the eyes of this 1.8-meter-tall man turned red.
It’s a pity that there’s a guy next to him who’s good at holding him back: “Xiao Shu, I’m not that miserable yet, am I?”
Qian Shu was originally immersed in sadness. After hearing his words, he glared at him fiercely: Who is he working so hard for!
After his emotions were interrupted, he could no longer cry, so he explained to the two of them with a serious face the problem Qi Zhibai was facing.
Yun Shuning originally had a good impression of the two of them, because even though they were people of status to a certain extent, they had never thought of forcing her, but only wanted to impress her with words and benefits.
"Well, if you really need it."
"Ms. Yun, are you really not going to..." Qian Shu had been rejected by her so many times that he had become accustomed to continuing to persuade her. He did not expect that she would actually agree.
"Really?" He looked surprised and raised his voice unconsciously.
"But due to work reasons, I may only be free in the afternoon, and I have things to do all day Sunday." She stated all her requirements.
"no problem!"
Li Li, who was beside her, suddenly wanted to cry after hearing her words.
No matter what time it is, she seems to remember her fans. When she is injured, she will explain to them as soon as possible. No matter what work she encounters, she will always remember the live broadcast time.
Also, she seemed to have engraved the idea of going out on Sundays into her bones.
She learned from Shuyan's fan group that every Sunday was the day Yun Shuning went to Heyan's villa.
She was always like this, never revealing her past with He Yan in the live broadcast room, nor talking about the beautiful and tear-jerking relationship between them.
But she had already engraved the two words "He Yan" in her heart, and unconsciously, she would reveal her love and longing for him.
After Yun Shuning exchanged contact information with Qi Zhibai and Qian Shu, she returned to the apartment.
Today was a really bizarre day.
She hugged Xiaobai who came towards her and thought a lot.
However, being Qi Zhibai's model is not a bad thing. If she can really be drawn by him, her popularity in the world will probably increase significantly.
In that case, those crazy male supporting characters would be subject to greater restrictions if they wanted to touch her.
It’s not that she was too cautious, but in the later part of the novel, these male supporting characters brought her too much psychological trauma.
Especially Su Muqing. Although he is now busy inheriting the Su family, no one knows what he will do when he has free time.
Although she was skeptical about his claim of love for her, she had to take it seriously because in the original book, his love for the heroine didn't seem to be that deep.
As for Yu Cheng, although she had told him everything, she didn't know how long those words could hold him back.
The love between the two of them was like a sword hanging over her head, and she didn't know when it would fall.
Before that, she could only find ways to strengthen herself so that they would not dare to attack her easily.
Every afternoon, Yun Shuning would go to the villa where Qi Zhibai was temporarily staying.
Strangely enough, he did not ask her to strike a certain pose or have a fixed expression, as most painters would do.
He would only let her walk around the living room freely, giving her absolute freedom.
When Qi Zhibai paints a person, he does not just paint the person himself, he also paints the person's past and the person's characteristics.
Originally, before he painted for each person, he would have a good chat with her to talk about what she was thinking deep down.
But this time, when Yun Shuning came in front of him, he looked at the person who seemed to be covered in snow and suddenly couldn't ask a word.
But since Yun Shuning was so famous, he could have found her on the Internet even without asking.
So, when the first day came, Yun Shuning saw Qi Zhibai with red eyes.
Later, his attitude towards her could be described as cautious, fearing that she might be feeling unwell.
The same is true today.
"Miss Yun, you have a fruit plate here, just eat whatever you want." After seeing Yun Shuning coming, Qi Zhibai, who always focused on painting, did not pick up the drawing board immediately. Instead, he received the guests enthusiastically like a hospitable host.
"This is fruit tea. I heard from Qian Shu that Chinese girls like it very much." He said as he carried the things in his hand to the coffee table in the living room, "And some nuts."
"Miss Yun, please don't be polite."
Fortunately, Yun Shuning was already used to Qi Zhibai's attitude. She nodded slightly and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you, Mr. Qi."
After the two of them exchanged a few brief words, Qi Zhibai prepared everything and started painting in the living room.
The first time, she was very surprised, because painters usually have a special studio when painting, but for some reason, Qi Zhibai seemed to like the living room more.
Just like before, after Yun Shuning saw that he was in the right state, she casually stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the scenery outside.
This is a villa area. The environment around each villa is very good. Even in the winter when everything is withered, the scenery looks very interesting.
From this perspective, the scenery around this villa and He Yan's villa is somewhat similar.
When Qi Zhibai was writing, he raised his head and glanced at the person standing by the window.
Painters, especially those who are good at painting figures, are actually very sensitive to a person's emotions. He can clearly feel the melancholy and nostalgia that emerged from Yun Shuning at this moment.
Perhaps it is because this relationship left such a deep impression on her that she is so nostalgic for it, burying it so deeply in her heart and not willing to share it with others.
Not only is the pain expressed in words painful, there is another kind of pain that may make the person not even have the courage to speak it out.
What kind of person is He Yan?
Before Qi Zhibai put pen to paper, a thought suddenly occurred to him. He couldn't imagine what kind of outstanding person Yun Shuning could not forget about him so much.
It will make her want to spend the rest of her life waiting.
A few hours passed in a flash, and Yun Shuning came to say goodbye on time.
When Qi Zhibai was packing up his painting supplies, his cell phone suddenly rang.
He walked to the place where his cell phone was placed not far away, confused. Logically, no one would contact him at this time.
"Is this Mr. Painter Qi? I'm Lin Wan." A sweet voice came from the phone. Just by listening to her tone, anyone would think that the relationship between the two should be pretty good.
"Yes." Qi Zhibai replied with a bewildered look on his face, "Excuse me, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"I just learned from the exhibition staff today that you have come to Kyoto." Lin Wan stood not far from He Chen's desk, looking at He Chen who was processing documents, and her tone became more intimate, "If you have time, can I treat you to a meal?"
"After all, you are my matchmaker."
Qi Zhibai was confused and didn't understand what she meant, but he understood the last sentence: "Sorry, I'm busy with my creation recently and don't have time."
"Is that so? Then I won't bother you anymore." The voice on the phone didn't sound unhappy about being rejected, but rather very considerate. "Then keep going, Mr. Painter Qi. I'm your loyal fan and look forward to your works."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Wan pouted: "I said, he must be very busy now. Preparing for the exhibition is troublesome enough. From what he said, he is still painting a picture now."
She walked slowly to He Chen's desk and said, "There's nothing I can do. I wanted to thank him for being my matchmaker."
"After all, if it weren't for the picture he drew for me, we might not have met now." When she talked about this, her eyes were full of happiness.
"It's okay." Hearing her words, He Chen subconsciously comforted her, "When Mr. Qi is free, we can make an appointment with him again."
“When the time comes, we must thank him properly.
During this period, He Chen treated Lin Wan very well, even better than when they were passionately in love. However, behind all the details, he no longer had the love and passion that he could not hide for her at the beginning. It seemed more like he was trying to make up for something.
Lin Wan knew his intention, but still accepted it.
Anyway, as long as Yun Shuning was still He Yan's widow, she could only be his little aunt. Even if one day Yun Shuning fell in love with someone else, that person could not be He Chen.
"Is it about work?" Yun Shuning asked hesitantly, looking at Qi Zhibai's expression after he hung up the phone.
She shouldn't have asked, but at this moment, his expression looked too strange, with a confused look on his face and helpless hands, so she couldn't help but ask.
"No." Qi Zhibai replied hesitantly, "They should be fans."
Since he has so many muses, he has been accustomed to looking for inspiration from models since he started painting. Until now, he has at least fifty muses, if not a hundred.
In addition, after he finishes his creation, he usually lets himself completely relax for a while, so he doesn't actually have a very deep impression of his models, whom he calls muses.
Yun Shuning looked at his hesitation, blinked, said nothing, and said goodbye as usual.
There will be a special driver to take her back.
She served as Qi Zhibai's model for about five days. On the sixth day, he told her that the work was almost finished and he would let her see it later.
When Yun Shuning was modeling for the past two days, she naturally suppressed her curiosity and did not even look at his drawing board, so Qi Zhibai misunderstood that she was not curious about the finished product.
But she had no way to explain it, so she could only continue to suppress her curiosity.
At worst, she could wait until the exhibition opened to see it. Qian Shu had already given her and Li Li the tickets for the exhibition.
After giving up modeling, her life became leisurely again.
…
"Mr. Qi, is this the last painting?" Ming Le is one of the persons in charge of Qi Zhibai's exhibition. The day after tomorrow is the first day of the exhibition, and he must confirm with Qi Zhibai one last time.
Originally at the beginning of this exhibition, they gave several exhibition plans based on Qi Zhibai's works, and Qi Zhibai chose one of them.
But later, when the exhibition positions had been almost arranged, he suddenly said that he wanted to reserve a position that would attract the most attention, and at this position, place a work that he was most satisfied with.
However, the exhibition must have an overall layout. If one position is changed, the rest of the positions must also be changed. Therefore, the designers worked overtime and finally completed this latest plan the day before the exhibition.
In fact, they did not feel it was hard, because the fact that Qi Zhibai was able to exhibit here was already a blessing for their exhibition hall. How many people in this world were watching Qi Zhibai's first exhibition in two years? They were able to compete for this exhibition because Qi Zhibai had half Chinese blood.
They just hope that Qi Zhibai will never have any more ideas, otherwise they really won't have enough time to make arrangements.
"Yes, this is the last one." The painting has been maintained and is now covered with a layer of cloth, blocking everyone's view.
The way he looked at the painting was exceptionally gentle, with a hint of pride.
This work can be said to be the best and most satisfying work in his painting career so far.
He reached out and lifted the top layer of cloth.
There was silence in the air at first, and after a while, there were exclamations of admiration.
In fact, as staff members of the exhibition, they have seen many of Qi Zhibai's works for exhibition. At the beginning, they were also amazed and praised him highly, but as time went by, although they were still amazed when they saw the works, they had learned to be patient.
But these words made their brains go blank, and they forgot all their thoughts. Only one thought remained in their minds: It's so beautiful, but also so sad.
"If you have more works like this, we can actually adjust them for our exhibition. There's still enough time." Perhaps the work was too shocking, so Ming Le got excited and spoke without thinking.
Listening to his words, Qi Zhibai sighed softly: Even he himself could not replicate such a work.
The right time, the right place and the right people are all essential.
If he were to meet Yun Shuning again, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to paint a work that satisfies him like this.
"This is the last one, just hang it up." At this point, he retracted his melancholy affection and became very serious, "When you transport this painting, you must be very careful not to bump it or touch it."
"Also, you should know that oil painting has certain requirements for temperature, humidity, and sunlight. For this painting, you must..."
He had never been so talkative when transporting the previous paintings. If he hadn't had something to do the next day, he would have wanted to follow the staff back to the exhibition site and spend the night.
When the exhibition staff finally took the painting down from the easel carefully, Qi Zhibai seemed to suddenly remember something and said quickly, "By the way, this painting is not for sale, remember to mark it."
He wanted to keep this painting as his own personal collection.
"Okay." Although Mingle felt a little sorry that the painting could not be circulated, he thought about his own wealth and realized that he would not be able to afford the painting even if he worked for hundreds of years, so he said, "Don't worry, we will mark it well."
"Here are the notes I wrote for this painting. You can take them with you." Qi Zhibai picked up an envelope from the table and handed it to them.
…
With practice day after day, Yun Shuning's calligraphy is getting better and better. Now, simple copying can no longer satisfy her.
She thought that she could sign up for a calligraphy class recently to continue her studies and see if she could write in her own style.
Just as she was looking for relevant courses on the Internet, a phone call suddenly came in.
It’s Qi Zhibai.
"Mr. Qi, is there anything I can help you with?"
The voice on the phone sounded particularly cheerful and cheerful: "Ms. Yun, do you want to go to my art exhibition?"
Yun Shuning was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the time: "Doesn't the exhibition start tomorrow morning?"
"You are my friend and the model in my work. You can do it today." Qi Zhibai said with a smile, "Besides, I am afraid that if you visit tomorrow, you will be surrounded by those who see this painting."
Is it that exaggerated? Yun Shuning blinked, but still didn't ask the question.
“I am looking forward to seeing Mr. Qi’s painting exhibition.”
Yun Shuning followed Qi Zhibai to the already decorated art exhibition.
When she saw the first painting, she had a completely different feeling from when she looked at it on her phone.
Shocking, really shocking. No matter whether it is the figure painting or landscape painting that he is good at, it makes people want to immerse themselves in it.
Qi Zhibai walked while carefully observing her expression. When he saw the love in her eyes, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
As a painter, his favorite thing is the process of completing a work of art, and the other is seeing people who look at the painting like it.
The two of them walked slowly along the corridor, and every time they came across a painting, Yun Shuning couldn't help but stop and admire it.
By the time I got to the end, more than an hour had passed.
Looking at the painting in the deepest part, Yun Shuning had only one thought in his mind: Is that person her?
So beautiful.
What Qi Zhibai painted was the scene of her standing in the snow that day. Under the falling snowflakes, there stood a person who seemed not to be from this world.
Light, emotion and snow are intertwined together to form this extremely beautiful work.
Obviously, this painting is very realistic. If you look closely, you can even see hexagonal patterns on the snowflakes. You can even see her hair blown by the breeze. However, it gives people a hazy feeling, making it difficult to see the expression of the person in the painting clearly. You can only feel her emotions at that time.
But in the falling snowflakes, I don’t know if it was intentional by the author, they formed the shape of wings behind her. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t see it at all, but when you see it, you won’t feel it’s out of place at all.
I have to say, he really drew out all her thoughts at that time, her sadness, nostalgia, and the feeling of being out of tune with this world.
Because she is not from this world.
Even though she had only just started learning to paint and had little appreciation ability, she could still see the emotions expressed by Qi Zhibai.
After a long while, she looked away, her tone full of admiration: "It's really beautiful. For a moment, I even doubted whether the person in the painting was me."
"In my eyes, you have always been so beautiful." After hearing her words, Qi Zhibai looked at her and spoke very seriously.
Yun Shuning glanced at him and suddenly understood why Qian Shu told her a while ago not to take Qi Zhibai's words too seriously, because when facing his work and his muse, he would unconsciously raise his love talk skills to the maximum level.
"Thank you for the compliment." She responded calmly.
The next day, the exhibition started on time.
Qi Zhibai's fans are all over the world, including China, F, M and other countries. As long as the fans can get tickets, no matter how busy they are, they will come to this exhibition on time.
There were also some wealthy people from various countries, some of whom came in person, and some sent their secretaries or relevant painting appraisers here.
On the first day, before the exhibition opened, there was already a long queue outside. As soon as the exhibition opened, the queue began to slowly move forward.
Hu Yanyan is a student at the China Academy of Fine Arts and a fan of Qi Zhibai. After learning that he would hold an art exhibition in Kyoto, she spent a large sum of money to buy the ticket from a fan who had already grabbed the ticket.
As soon as she entered the exhibition hall, she felt the shock.
Every painting here is worth asking the teacher to spend half a class period to explain.
At Qi Zhibai's current stage, no technique can be seen in his paintings. He has made the technique invisible and integrated it into every corner of his works.
When looking at his paintings, she no longer wanted to use the knowledge she had learned to analyze them. Instead, she just wanted to immerse herself in them, let herself follow the creator's inspiration, and fully experience this spiritual walk.
She looked at each painting carefully.
When she reached the deepest part of the exhibition hall, she suddenly felt that the crowd seemed much more crowded, and occasionally a suppressed low cry could be heard.
She took two steps forward with some confusion, passed through the crowd, and saw the painting placed at the deepest part.
Qi Zhibai named it——"Miracle"
The first time she saw it, she completely forgot the hustle and bustle around her and the crowded crowds, and she immersed herself in the painting wholeheartedly.
The sadness, melancholy and nostalgia of the person in the painting came to her all at once, and before she knew it, her eyes were wet with tears.
"Excuse me."
It was not until she was bumped into by someone that she came to her senses and wiped away her tears shyly. But when she looked up, she found that many people who were staring at the painting were shedding tears.
Hu Yanyan shifted her gaze back to the painting. At this moment, she suddenly wanted to know why the person in the painting was sad and what she was thinking at the time.
She made her way through the crowded crowd and came to the front, where she saw the annotations below the paintings.
"This is a girl who has lost her lover. She has become accustomed to waiting day after day..."
At the end of these notes, there is a summary in one sentence: here is an angel, waiting for God to give her a miracle.
So, is this painting named "Miracle"?
After reading the explanation about the person in the painting, she suddenly couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. After so many years of hopeless waiting, was time a torment for her?
There were many other people who also saw the annotations. They couldn't help looking at the paintings while crying, and then they cried even harder.
It turns out that there is such love in this world. It is not about being together through life and death, but I am willing to live alone in this world, waiting for a rare miracle.
It doesn’t matter if I don’t wait until then. At least in the decades that I’m alive, there is someone who can remember him, and someone who can pray for him with his almost meager ability.
"Sorry, there are too many people gathered here." After seeing the tourists rushing in, the exhibition staff had to step forward to evacuate them. "Tourists who have seen this painting can go and see Mr. Qi Zhibai's other works, leaving some space for the tourists behind to appreciate."
Listening to the staff's words, Hu Yanyan took a reluctant last look at "Miracle", then followed the crowd and left the painting.
After walking out of this not-so-long corridor, she lowered her head and suddenly saw a hand holding a tissue come into her sight.
She looked up and saw a blonde girl with red eyes. She smiled and took the tissue.
Although there was no communication between them, they had the same mood.
Art has no borders.
In addition to these tourists who come specifically to appreciate the works, there are also some people who come to the exhibition for the purpose of collecting and speculation.
Qi Zhibai's paintings have indeed improved a lot in the past two years, but when looking at these works earlier, people who understand painting have already estimated the approximate price they would have to pay if they bought these paintings. The paintings will indeed become more valuable as Qi Zhibai's reputation improves, but they cannot meet their requirements. Even if they appreciate, the room for appreciation is limited.
They thought they had gained nothing this time until they saw the painting "Miracle" in the deepest corridor of the exhibition.
It is no exaggeration to say that even the creator Qi Zhibai himself has a very low chance of creating such a shocking work again.
Even if they have admired hundreds of world famous paintings, they will still be mesmerized when they see this painting for the first time.
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