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Hearing this name, Lu Lao's face immediately became embarrassed, and he turned to look at Lu Jinghan.But when Xie Wen held her arm with a smile and led her forward, he couldn't even say the words of rejection.

He asked, "Wenwen, do you know this person?"

Xie Wen put away her smile: "...20 years ago, I saw his paintings."

"Such a long time ago? Is he a good painter, so you can recommend him so strongly?"

Xie Wen breathed a sigh of relief: "...20 years ago, he painted better than me. I learned a lot of painting from him, some things that my dad didn't even teach me."

Lu Lao looked at her in surprise: "Even Mr. Xie didn't teach something. He is so powerful, why haven't I heard his name? Then what has he been doing for so many years? Why didn't he show his works earlier?"

Xie Wen paused for a while: "Maybe...he doesn't want to."

Xie Wen's words made Mr. Lu even more curious about Xia Qianbai's works.

Lu Jinghan's heart was sinking, but when he heard Xie Wen's words, he had a glimmer of hope.Perhaps, Xia Qianbai's art exhibition should continue.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to send Xia Xiaomu a message.I clicked on the avatar but didn't know what to send, so I held it tightly in my hand.

Just as she was eager to gain power and status, Xia Xiaomu also looked forward to Xia Qianbai's works being famous in this exhibition.

But my choice just now...

Lu Jinghan's heart throbbed violently.

The choice he made just now, no matter what the purpose was, seemed to be for his own self-interest, ignoring Xia Xiaomu.

He gripped the phone tightly.

This life, only once!

When they arrived at the exhibition hall of Xia Qianbai's works, the staff who were ordered to withdraw the paintings were carrying ladders and tools, preparing to withdraw the paintings.

Lu Jinghan saw Xia Xiaomu standing in the center of the huge exhibition hall at a glance.

He folded his hands in front of his chest, looking at the staff walking back and forth in the room in confusion, he was so helpless, so small, so needing himself.

Xie Wen pretended not to see the staff, and led Lu Lao to the nearest painting at the door.

"Uncle Lu, look."

It is a work called "Sea of ​​Trees".

Because Xia Qianbai himself couldn't remember when he painted it, all the titles and introductions of the works were written by Xia Xiaomu.

With just one glance, Lu Lao was attracted.

He quietly and carefully looked up.

A few employees who are building ladders, you look at me, I look at yours, I don't know whether to start withdrawing the painting.

Lu Jinghan walked over and ordered: "There's no need to remove it, take these tools back."

Xia Xiaomu heard the low sound.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes that had been confused all the time. He was about to run towards Lu Jinghan, but he looked at Grandpa Lu beside him, and held back.

Standing there from afar, looking at Lu Jinghan.

Looking at Grandpa Lu and Xie Wen again, the question was capitalized in their eyes.

Lu Jinghan walked towards Xia Xiaomu and said in a very soft voice, "It's okay, don't worry."

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and in a suppressed voice, he said again in a low voice: "...I'm sorry."

Xia Xiaomu was full of worry and uneasiness, and when he heard Lu Jinghan say that he was fine, he relaxed a bit.

When I heard Lu Jinghan's sorry again, my heart sank: Brother Jinghan, why do you have to apologize?

But he didn't dare to ask right now, and looked at Lu Jinghan suspiciously, he could catch the changes in other people's expressions.

He saw that the corners of Lu Jinghan's eyes drooped slightly, and the deep eyes showed deep regret.

He gasped.

What exactly did Brother Jing Han say when Grandpa Lu took him with him?

Lu always knew how to paint. He stood in front of Xia Qianbai's painting, looking at it very attentively and seriously.Even if the employees came to ask him for instructions, is there really no need to withdraw?

He didn't hear it.

Xia Qianbai's paintings can be said to have no genre at all, some are bold and unrestrained, free and unrestrained, and some are beautiful, dignified and meticulous.

Each of his works has no limitations, as if he is not affected by any outside world, he does not deliberately please, follow the trend, and does not have any utilitarianism.

Only the most beautiful and purest side of nature is expressed through a piece of paper, paint, and pen.

Each one is a pure work of art.

If you use paintings to assess character, it is not difficult to see that people who can paint such works have no distracting thoughts and are as pure as water.

Grandpa Lu looked at them one by one, with lingering fears in his heart, and almost wiped out a genius because of his impulsiveness.

No wonder that brat Jing Han persuaded himself several times to come and take a look.

He muttered to himself: "Why is such a person still not famous? What has Xia Qianbai been doing all these years?"

When Xia Xiaomu heard these words, her low heart was relieved.

This was the first person other than himself to affirm Xia Qianbai's works.

He knew that Xia Qianbai's works, as long as they can be seen by people who understand, will be able to see its artistic value.

He walked over and explained slowly: "Grandpa Lu, because my dad doesn't like to communicate with outsiders, he is only obsessed with painting, but he doesn't know how to manage himself, so he has been unknown.

I really can't bear his works to disappear from the world, so I asked you for this exhibition. "

"But I borrowed your prestige to make my father's painting exhibition so attractive. I really don't know the importance. I'm sorry."

Xia Xiaomu could understand Zhang Heran's words. Xia Qianbai was an unknown painter in the exhibition of so many famous works.

It is so grand and eye-catching, it looks like it depends on the relationship, let alone Lu Lao is not happy, even the painters who participated in the exhibition together will have opinions when they see this situation.

Brother Jing Han asked Zhang Heran to exhibit all 28 paintings he brought for his own benefit.I am also happy for myself. Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed very wrong.

Lu Lao looked at Xia Xiaomu in a complicated manner, and after a long pause, he slowly opened his mouth:

"Your father's work really deserves to be treated like this. I almost missed him. Where is he now? Can I meet him?"

Xia Xiaomu's eyes lit up, and the heart she had been holding on for a long time finally let go. At the same time, she was a little embarrassed:

"My dad should be able to come to S City the day after tomorrow, but if you want to see him, you may be disappointed. My dad is not good at communication. I have to ask his opinion first... I'm sorry."

Hearing what Xia Xiaomu said, Grandpa Lu was not unhappy, he just nodded slightly.

He can see from his works that only people with pure hearts can express the real beauty of nature's soul so realistically.

It's normal for such people to be unsociable, they don't care about the world, they don't get tainted by the fireworks of the world, they don't limit themselves to the worldly vision, and they only want to express the most authentic beauty in their pens.

Really reached the highest level as an artist.

Xie Wen stood quietly in front of a piece of "Running Girl".

Golden cauliflower covered the entire hillside.In the middle is a background of a girl running in a dazzling red dress, with long hair and red dress fluttering in the wind.

It is the most intense and cheerful color among all the works, and it is also the only one with figures.

Lu Jinghan walked towards him: "Professor Xie, just now, thank you..."

He froze for a moment, he saw that Xie Wen's eye circles were flushed, and he tried hard to hold back some emotions on his face.

Xie Wen wiped the corners of her eyes, pretending to smile relaxedly: "I'm sorry, I was accidentally moved after seeing such a good work."

"Sorry, I disturbed you."

Lu Jinghan's attitude was sincere: "I really thank you just now. If you hadn't brought my grandfather here, I'm afraid Uncle Xia's work would have been removed."

Xia Xiaomu was still by Lu Lao's side, and the two were talking about painting. The atmosphere had become much more harmonious, and Lu Lao still showed a gratified smile from time to time.

Xie Wen looked at Xia Xiaomu and replied: "...This is what I should do."

It was already time for the art exhibition, and it was a long time before people from the association saw Mr. Lu coming over to give an opening speech.Zhang Heran anxiously searched everywhere.

After asking a few staff members, I found out that Mr. Lu was still in Xia Qianbai's exhibition area.

He thought to himself: This old man must have been pissed off by his grandson, and he is personally directing the withdrawal of the painting!

At this time, in order not to lose your job, you have to stand in line.When he rushed over, he saw the old man walking out with a serious expression on his face.

He hurried forward: "President Lu, don't worry, I have completely removed Xia Qianbai's propaganda papers according to your instructions!"

Grandpa Lu's face froze, and he quickly glanced at Xie Wen beside him, and Xia Xiaomu who had just walked out of the exhibition hall.

After all, if he wanted to withdraw Xia Qianbai's work, he only said it in front of Lu Jinghan, who was present.

The self-esteem of the elderly does not allow him to admit his mistakes on this occasion.

He stubbornly twisted his neck and scolded Zhang Heran: "Bastard, who told you to withdraw, it was the instruction of that idiot."