"The technique is really beyond reproach. But on the emotional level, there seems to be a bit of detachment? ”

After a moment's pause, Huo Junhuai said again.

It was a question sentence, but it was an affirmative tone.

And the content of his words, if Meng Xiaotong and countless followers heard it, they would inevitably refute it angrily.

In their eyes, the emotions carried between several paintings are clear and strong to the extreme.

Just one glance is heart-wrenching.

It is enough to imagine what kind of deep feelings the painter carries when he writes.

How can you see the meaning of alienation?

But in fact......

How could a cold-hearted god of trading really empathize with unrelated mortals?

It's just a superb skill that constructs everything in a fake way.

And that cold detachment is hidden beneath the stunning brushstrokes, and there is almost no trace of it.

However, even though it has deceived the world.

But he was still seen by this one at a glance......

"Second Uncle Huo really has a good vision, and he deserves to be the 'star of hope' in the Chinese painting world back then."

After being recognized, Yan Yan didn't hide it anymore, and after admitting it indirectly, she sighed again.

Although more than a decade has passed.

But the former Huo Junhuai was indeed an out-and-out painting genius.

He learned to paint at the age of 3 and won the International Painting Award at the age of 10.

At the age of 15, he was specially recruited by the world's top Paris Academy of Fine Arts.

Legend has it that he has a wide range of paintings, and his painting style is treacherous and changeable, and he is very personal.

He was once regarded as one of the future masters by the Chinese painting community and even the world painting community.

Unfortunately, when he was 17 years old, I don't know what happened.

This budding star suddenly dropped out of school and returned to China.

Soon after, the previous head of the Huo family and his second wife died in a car accident.

Then, Huo Junhuai, who had always been considered by everyone to be unintentional family property, started a fight with his half-brother......

No one expected that after three years of fighting, the final winner was Huo Junhuai, who had no previous management experience.

In the same year, Huo Hongru, the eldest and youngest of the Huo family, died in a car accident like his father and stepmother, leaving behind his deceased wife and only son.

Since then, Huo Junhuai has been in charge of the Huo family, and he has only killed all sides in the business sea, and it seems that he has never picked up a paintbrush again.

And the works that flowed out of his early years were also collected one by one, and there was no trace of them on the market.

There are even rumors that the abandonment of painting and business has become a knot in his heart.

So over the years, no one dared to mention it at all.

But now, the girl talks about her own time without scruples.

The man didn't overreact at all.

"It's been a long time." He said calmly, looking at the girl beside him.

"Now, Chu Wei can impact this title."

"I'm afraid I can't afford it." Yan Yu sighed lightly and immediately returned his comment.

"Isn't my painting flawed in the expression of feelings?"

Huo Junhuai's thin lips were slightly hooked, which was meaningful and authentic.

"Choose something that really evokes feelings, and practice more."

"For example?" Yan Yu also cooperated, and she had a faint answer in her heart.

Sure enough, the next second.

I heard the man chuckle and recommend himself almost as a matter of course.

"For example...... How about painting for me? ”

*

Three minutes later.

A group of bodyguards who received the master's order stepped into the ward in shock, brought a new set of painting supplies, and quickly turned around and left after neatly placing them.

There were two people left in the room again.

Silent for a while.

The man sat quietly in his wheelchair, looking intently at the artist who was about to paint for him, his eyes dark.

And directly opposite him.

The girl sat upright behind the easel, but she didn't pay attention to the protagonist who was about to enter the painting, but silently turned over the memory of the original owner in her mind, looking for images about the man, and began to simulate the composition little by little.

I don't know how long it took.

Finally......

She opened her mouth to break the silence, but she said—