The villain coaxed to the extreme, and the host was carried away again!

The next day Hassan came to the lake again, and sure enough he saw men and women painting there again. Today's painting also shows a woman on the bottom, with another completely different picture above.

It is completely different in content and style from yesterday's painting, but the same is the same superb skill, which can be called a masterpiece.

Hassan watched from a distance, witnessing the birth of a work from scratch without disturbing it. He enjoyed just admiring the process.

For most writers, it is normal for a work to take several days or even months to complete, from design conception to sketching and background coloring, to layering and detail processing and modification.

But this man completely omitted the first two steps and directly completed the level of the work without any modifications. It was as if he had done all the design in his mind and thought about the location and details of each stroke. This is really amazing. Very capable.

It wasn't until sunset that the man's work was completed. When the woman led the man away, she glanced at Hassan in the distance, with a hint of apology in her eyes.

After half a month like this, Hassan came to watch the man paint every day. Finally one day, the woman secretly gave him a note and asked him to meet in a coffee shop.

Hassan sat there waiting, and the woman came in a hurry. She sat opposite Hassan, looking a little uneasy.

Hassan smiled warmly.

"You don't have to be nervous. If you don't want to, I won't force you to buy it. I just appreciate his works so much. I hope I won't disturb you during this time."

The woman smiles shyly, her eyes are starry, and her eyes are full of tenderness when she mentions the man.

"I know him as the most outstanding painter, and you may have noticed that he is different.

In fact, he has autism and is a genius, but he also has his own stubbornness. "

The woman's face turned a little red.

"The reason why he didn't want those paintings to be sold was because I was in every painting, and he felt that I couldn't be a commodity."

Hassan was moved in his heart, touched by this ordinary but great emotion.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know before and made a rude request, I’m really sorry.

You have a husband who loves you deeply, and it is really enviable that your husband has a wife who appreciates him so much.

I respect his decision and will never make such unreasonable demands again.

But please also accept my respect for an artist and my small kindness. "

Hassan took out a check and wrote down a number that was by no means small.

“Even if I can’t collect his work, I hope he will continue to create more masterpieces. You can replace the paint and canvas with better materials, which will make it easier to protect the paintings.

In order to better protect these oil paintings, there are requirements for the temperature, humidity, and environment of the storage room.

I will introduce you to a professional who is good at preserving oil paintings and give you some professional advice at no cost to you.

Please accept my wishes. I just want your husband's works to last forever. "

The woman's face turned red and she waved her hands nervously.

"I can't accept it. That's not why I called you here today. I just saw this is the first time someone appreciates his work so much, and I really want to talk to you."

Hassan firmly pushed the check in front of her.

“Do you know how many outstanding oil paintings are faded, cracked, moldy, swollen and deformed every year due to improper preservation?

Can you bear the thought that one day your husband's works will end like this? "

The woman was stunned and hesitated.

Hassan smiled and spoke firmly.

“The reason why I proposed the collection is to preserve them in the best preservation conditions.

But if the painting is with you, it will be the same if it is well protected. I have no regrets in my heart, so please don't refuse.

Moreover, as far as I know, autistic patients also need regular follow-up and treatment. Don’t you want to provide him with the best medical conditions?

I make a lot of external donations every year, just to those who really need help, so you don’t have to put any psychological burden on me. "

The woman looked into Hassan's sincere eyes and finally made up her mind.

She wanted so much to buy the best canvas and oil paint for her man. Even the cheapest oil paint was still a big expense for her.

"Thank you sir, can you wait here for me for twenty minutes?"

Hassan was startled.

"it is good."

The woman didn't take the check, but walked out quickly.

Twenty minutes later, she came over with a neatly wrapped large picture frame.

Her face turned a little red.

"In order to preserve his paintings, I learned how to frame them, but my skills are really limited and the materials are not good. Don't be ridiculous. I give this painting to you. I am very happy that someone appreciates his work."

Hassan could almost call it a surprise.

"Is this okay? If you are in trouble..."

The woman smiles.

"I believe you will take good care of his works. I am actually happy that more people appreciate his works."

Hassan smiled too.

"I can see that you cherish these paintings. Don't worry, I will definitely cherish them too."

A happy smile finally appeared on the woman's face.

"I've just got your check. Here's my phone number. Please ask an expert in preserving oil paintings to contact me. I really want to preserve all these paintings."

Hassan nodded, "Don't worry, I will make a good explanation. He is absolutely professional. If you need anything in the future, you can contact me."

Hassan also left his contact information.

This is the origin of this painting, the only one of his author's works that has ever appeared.

But out of protection for the author, he did not publicize it for fear that someone would disturb this magical couple.

People who don't know why don't actually appreciate this work much. When people look at a painting, they first look at the artist's popularity.

But the crystal boy in front of him stopped in front of this picture for a long time, which made him a little curious.

Hassan approached, and the two bodyguards looked at him warily. Seeing that he had an extraordinary bearing and it was in a public place, they just looked at him but did not stop him from approaching.

Hassan stood in front of the painting and asked the boy.

"You like this painting?"

The young man did not look back, but said in a sweet voice:

"He must love this woman so much that he wants to treasure it and don't want anyone to see it."

Hassan looked at him in surprise.

"Have you seen this woman?"

The crystal boy tilted his head and looked at him in confusion.

"How could you ignore such obvious and strong love?"

The boy's eyes were big and round, like obsidian, extremely clean and pure, like the purest gems in the world.

Hassan was startled. He had never seen such pure eyes.

"Yes, the painter loved his wife very much."

The young man looked into his eyes with a serious expression.

"Have you met the author of this painting? Can you take me to see it?"

Hassan was startled again, his first thought was to agree to the boy.

But he found that his idea was too naive and even a little incomprehensible. He did not mention his identity as a prince, but he went on a trip to mobilize troops. The identity of the young man in front of him was also anything but ordinary. He looked at the young man.

"The painter is in the distant country of China. It is not easy to see him. Do you have time permission?"

The light in the young man's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he turned to look at the painting again.

"I'm afraid that's not possible for the time being."

Hassan smiled and felt that it was a bit impulsive and ridiculous that he really wanted to take him there just now. He has long passed the age and stage where he can do whatever he wants.

He leaned slightly and said goodbye politely.

"Please watch slowly, I'm leaving first."

The boy ignored him, and Hassan waited for two seconds before turning and leaving.

At this time, the young man looked back at Hassan's back, his eyes fixed on the top of his head, with a hint of doubt.