This exhibition is the first appearance of their company in Huacheng, and everyone attaches great importance to it, for fear that something will go wrong.

Seeing that Mr. Meng was staring at a painting in the main venue in a daze from just now, Lin Han subconsciously thought that something was wrong, and also looked over.

"This is it!" Lin Han thought to himself. This exhibition mainly exhibits some Western modernist paintings, including Mr. Meng's works, which seem to be his favorite.

As if sensing Lin Han's gaze, he slowly spoke: "When I first started learning to paint, I admired Picasso very much, so my early works would deliberately imitate his style. Only this one is not. ”

Lin Han asked Mr. Meng with some curiosity: "Why?" ”

He was quiet for a while, and said solemnly, "Because this is for the person I like." ”

"Then she must be very happy!"

Lin Han made up for the young Mr. Meng to draw a picture to confess to his lover with full of heart, and then asked. After asking, I saw a shallow smile blooming on Mr. Meng's lips, who had always shown a cold face: "No, she doesn't know what I drew at all." ”

Lin Han sighed with a little regret: the romantic story he thought was a sad ending.

"She couldn't read it, but she was happy."

At that time, he and Su Ran gradually became familiar with her, and he found that he cared more and more about her, and he desperately wanted to tell her his thoughts.

He poured all his emotions into it, forgot himself for the first time, did not imitate, did not have skills, his heart was full of Su Ran, and he painted tirelessly in the studio for a month, and finally completed it.

He was as excited as a child, and he was full of joy thinking that he must bring back the trophy of this competition and give it to her.

But he didn't expect the judges of the contest to be suddenly replaced, and he watched as his long-awaited and carefully prepared competition turned into a dirty trade of interests.

He listened palely as he listened to several supposedly authoritative art masters who presented awards for plagiarized works as a tribute to the artist. And then criticize him for nothing.

"It's a work of complete skill, without any emotion."

Seeing that he was trembling with anger, his friend hurriedly comforted him: "Forget it, forget it, that's the son of the organizer." It's okay, we can play in other competitions. ”

He listened, feeling nothing but sarcasm. Growing up, he hated the aura placed on him, no matter what he did, no matter how good he did, others would speculate about him with the greatest malice: "Who knows if it was bought by their family?" He is the son of Meng, and we can't compare. ”

He desperately wanted to get rid of it, and he only got a short chance to be free at the cost of promising his grandfather to accept the arrangement and take over the Meng clan after graduation. He came to A University alone, as Meng Yun himself. When he wanted to get results with his own efforts, reality gave him a heavy slap in the face.

The young man holding the trophy in the spotlight looks like his former self. Did he do this before, quietly snatching away the opportunities that others worked so hard for, and said hypocritically: "I have to rely on my own efforts, so that I am not rare to be an heir." ”

He laughed at himself: It's really useless, it turns out that I'm nothing without Meng's!