Xu Siman didn't hear what Lu Yuqing said, and continued, "I also inquired about Cong Xiaoyu's situation in Jin City this time, he returned to the imperial capital a few years ago, and has been developing in the imperial capital all these years, fortunately, Jin City and the emperor are not far away, and it is convenient to go there, in addition, next spring, Cong Xiaoyu has a personal exhibition to be held in the imperial capital, if Mr. Lu goes back at this time, he can just go to look at Cong Xiaoyu's art exhibition, and see Cong Xiaoyu's art exhibition, isn't it your long-standing wish to meet Cong Xiaoyu?" ”

Xu Siman doesn't know how to paint, but in order to please Lu Yuqing, she will still go to some art exhibitions and pay attention to this news and the like.

Lu Yuqing covered up the paintings one by one, and finally stopped in front of the last painting, looking up slightly to admire the painting.

"Compared with Cong Xiaoyu, I am more curious about the author of this painting."

Xu Siman walked forward, and the painting that Lu Yuqing was looking at was the one she had given her before.

It's just that it's an anonymous painting.

At the beginning, she bought this painting entirely because someone who knew how to paint at that time told her that the style of painting was very similar to Master Cong Xiaoyu, and Lu Yu's favorite painter was Cong Xiaoyu.

But the price of Cong Xiaoyu's paintings has doubled several times over the years.

asked her to use all her savings to buy a painting to please Lu Yu, but she couldn't do it.

It just so happens that the price of this painting style is still within the range she accepts.

Thinking that if Lu Yu was lucky, if he couldn't see it, would he treat it as Cong Xiaoyu's work.

It's just that what she didn't expect was that Lu Yu's attainments in painting were so deep that she could see at a glance that it was not Cong Xiaoyu's work.

But fortunately, she didn't pretend to be smart enough to tell the author of this painting first, and Lu Yu was not disappointed because this painting was not Cong Xiaoyu's painting.

Looking at her like that, she seems to like this painting more.

It's just that she hasn't seen it so many times, and she hasn't seen any doorways.

Seeing Lu Yuqing's appearance, Xu Siman also asked the question in his heart curiously.

"Mr. Lu, I don't think this painting looks like the shape of a heart, why is it called such a name?"

Xu Siman looked at the content of the painting, and then looked at the name of the painting "Heart".

Lu Yu's gaze withdrew from the painting, glanced at Xu Siman beside him, and smiled gently.

"This painting is called the heart, but it is not the heart."

Xu Siman was even more puzzled.

Lu Yu retracted his gaze and fell back on the painting, opening his mouth faintly.

"This heart should refer to the artist's mood, when she created this painting, her heart must have been suffering greatly, and even making a painful choice, you come here."

Lu Yu drew a finger.

"The color here is dark, the lines are tortuous and slightly stagnant, you look here, not only the colors are much more cheerful, even the lines are smooth, if I guess correctly, the author's original intention to make this painting is just a kind of venting, the inner emotions can not be vented in reality and vented into this painting, after a few days of inner torture, and then finally went through that difficult time, everything is like seeing the sun, at first I saw at a glance that this is not Cong Xiaoyu's work, and it is from this point to see, Although Cong Xiaoyu is still young, he has experienced a lot of things, his heart should not be like this, I boldly guess that the author of this painting should be a little girl who has just entered the world. ”

But if it is really a little girl who has such painting skills, then her future achievements will even be above Cong Xiaoyu.