He and Jiang enren are not in the same circle at all, but they know what he won the prize for.
If it wasn't for the name she called out in her dream, he would never know what this person did, what honor he had and what dark history he had.
"Listen to the third brother."
Tang Yaoyao some doubts: "he also knows Jiang enren ah?"
Xiao Jin Han's serious nonsense: "well, because it's a circle, of course I know."
"Let's go to the front again."
"Good."
At this time, more and more people came and went in the same direction.
We are talking to each other.
"If you miss the most central painting, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Let's go. After a while, there are so many people that you can't see it."
"Yes, I have to go to see Mr. Yun's painting exhibition after watching it. That's a painter I've admired for a long time."
"I don't know if the painters I like have met when they hold an exhibition on the same day."
"Is it possible to forget your old age?"
"Ah! If so, it's exciting. "
With the sound of chirping, Tang Yaoyao came to the center of the exhibition. Looking up, he saw the painting projected on a wall.
This one eye, let her have a kind of amiability inexplicably.
In the painting, there is a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. With her eyes closed, she has an indescribable sense of serenity.
The background is dark, only a candle swaying with the wind. In the dark, it seems that it is about to burn out.
I don't know why he used such a dark style when painting babies.
It's as if the child was born suffering from the world, and candlelight can't warm such a dark night.
"The color of this painting makes me feel heavy."
Another person also said: "yes, it's like being strangled in the throat. It's hard to breathe."
"I think the baby is abandoned."
"I look like I'm saying that people's life is full of darkness. Candlelight is like a beam of light in life, so fragile."
"I think it's missing."
"Jiang enren was a young man. He painted such a picture. He was really a genius."
"Well, it's a rare painting like this."
"It's just, it's lonely. It looks too miserable."
"I really want to know under what circumstances Jiang enren made such a painting."
Tang Yaoyao looks at the baby girl in the picture. She notices a detail. There is a piece of flower cloth in the swaddling clothes, which should be the baby girl's small clothes.
At this look, her heart beat slightly.
The baby girl in this painting seems to be somewhat similar to her.
"Four..."
She looked back and saw Xiao Jin squinting at the painting. Her breath gradually became cold. The light in her eyes was like a sharp blade, looking directly at the baby girl in the painting.
Tang Yaoyao frowned and asked in a low voice, "what's the matter with you?"
Xiao Jin Han's Adam's apple rolled up and down for a moment, and his voice was a little hoarse: "don't you think the baby girl in the picture looks like you?"
She just because of this doubt, listen to him say so, lift eyes to look again.
This time, I look more attentively than before.
To recall the old house grape room to see her childhood photos.
The eye color slightly shrinks.
The baby in the picture is the same as when she was a child.
No wonder, just looking at it, I feel kind.
"This is What's going on? "
Xiao Jin Han's voice is cold: "this painting is not his original."
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