Well?

Is the third brother so cold?

Ruan Yao tried to post another friend application with a postscript:

[Dear third brother~ I haven't been able to meet you since I came back, and I miss it very much. 】

After waiting for another half day, no one paid attention.

Ruan Yao decided to go to the place where the exhibition was held to find the third brother in person.

After all, there are more people applying to join the art club now, and there may be no place for it later.

She sent a message to Wen Nanqiao:

[I'll go to my third brother to find a way. 】

[You pay attention to observe, if it's almost full, you must tell me quickly!] 】

Wen Nanqiao's reply was also very fast:

[Don't worry, sisters, you will live up to your mission! ] 】

[But who is your third brother? 】

Her net worth background can no longer be revealed, Ruan Yao no longer conceals it, and said directly:

[Jiang Weiran. 】

In the next second, Wen Nanqiao's phone called:

"Sister, your third brother turned out to be Jiang Weiran? The genius painter who shone like a meteor three years ago and quickly disappeared? ”

Ruan Yao's heart sank, the third brother's information was the least explained in the book, just saying that he was withdrawn and didn't like to interact with people, and was finally used by Ruan Qing to paint for personal gain, and did some kind of improper business, and was sentenced to fifty years.

A lifetime of total destruction.

Ruan Yao originally thought that Ruan Qing was too busy to take care of herself now, and it was impossible for her to have any contact with the third brother...... Didn't expect there to be other hidden secrets?

"You've heard of him?"

Wen Nanqiao snorted:

"If you went online three years ago, you probably didn't know him, right?"

"At that time, he seemed to be an apprentice, studying with a certain big man in the Bulk Province Art Association."

"When the first painting was published on the Internet, it caused a sensation all over the Internet...... It's so amazing and beautiful, and I still can't forget the feelings contained in it...... Expectation, joy, and a little bit of sorrow......"

"Later, for some reason, he suddenly stood up and said that the big guy plagiarized the students' ideas, which was very lively at the time, and the hot search alone was on the ...... three times"

Ruan Yao asked:

"And then?"

Wen Nanqiao's voice was a little emotional:

"Well, of course, he lied...... That big guy is not only highly respected, but also the representative of the country at the artistic level, and it is impossible to plagiarize the immature creativity of the students. ”

"What's more, all the students of the big guy stood up and said that there was no such thing, and it was Jiang Weiran who thought that the big guy gave little money, so he deliberately smeared it."

"After that, Jiang Weiran was abused by the Internet for a period of time, and then completely disappeared from the Internet."

"I didn't even expect to hear his name." Wen Nanqiao sighed,

"I didn't expect that he would be Ruan Yao, your third brother!"

Ruan Yao: ......

She hung up the phone and was silent for a long time.

She believed that what the third brother said was true...... With the Jiang family's financial resources, how could the third brother slander people because he gave less money?

And it was clearly stated that the third brother is a painting idiot.

At that time, Ruan Qing could make the third brother willing to use the painting for her personal gain, because she was the only one who "understood" the loneliness and unwillingness in the third brother's painting.

For this kind of person who is extremely obsessed with something, money is the most useless thing.

Something must have gone wrong......

But now this doesn't matter.

The important thing is that she has to meet the third brother first.

……

Ruan Yao came to the Beijing Art Museum according to the address sent by Jiang Shihan.

When she walked to the door and saw the sign in front of her, she realized that it was different from what she thought.

Today is an exhibition for all artists in the city.

The third brother is just one of the participants.

…… To be honest, the third brother is a bit miserable......

Ruan Yao thought silently and walked into the art museum.

The museum is very large, the paintings are displayed and displayed, and there are not many people visiting the exhibition, but they all have a sense of temperament.

Ruan Yao turned two corners along the painting, and suddenly felt that her eyes were dark.

A watercolor painting depicting a storm is full of complex emotions such as intense, angry, and unwilling.

Ruan Yao was shocked, and then felt very shocked.

She walked all the way and looked at a lot of various paintings, but it was the first time that she could clearly feel so many emotions from a painting.

And she didn't look closely, she just glanced at it casually!

No wonder the ancients said that painting has a soul...... For a moment, she did seem to feel the cry of the painter's soul.

Whose painting is this?

Ruan Yao took two steps forward, and before she had time to look at the name on the painting, a voice suddenly came from the side that suppressed her anger, but was as clear and beautiful as a clear spring hitting a stone:

"I said, I don't sell!"

Ruan Yao subconsciously turned her head to look.

I saw a man who looked seven points similar to Jiang Shihan standing not far away.

The man's skin was cold and white, and his slightly messy silver hair scratched at the back of his head, and his tall and thin figure added a sense of vulnerability to him.

At this moment, he clasped his arms in his hands, and his brows were tightly wrinkled on his handsome and delicate face, with an angry expression.

Standing opposite the man was a middle-aged woman dressed gracefully and with a slightly mean appearance.

Facing the other party's angry face, the woman had a mocking smile on her face:

"Jiang Weiran, do you think you are still the pride of the art world?"

"Just your painting, that is, I see that you are handsome, so I am willing to offer 500,000 yuan."

"Look at so many people who come to the exhibition, besides me, has anyone asked you for the price?"

Jiang Weiran's jawline tightened, and the fingers pinched into his arm turned white.

His voice was colder:

"Even if no one cares, I won't sell it to someone who doesn't know how to draw!"

The woman scoffed:

"Know your drawing? Are you being funny? If your painting is really valuable, why can't others look at it......"

Before the words fell, a crisp and sweet voice suddenly sounded from the side:

"Excuse me, sir, is this painting yours?"

"I'm willing to bid five million, please sell it to me!"

This sound of five million shocked both of them in an instant.

The middle-aged woman looked back and saw that it was a young girl, and immediately felt that it was a stupid white sweet daughter who ran out.

She snorted, and said in a strange manner:

"Little girl, it's better to ask your parents."

"Five million is not a small amount, don't buy such a worthless thing and go back and be scolded."

Ruan Yao was stunned for a moment, and then covered her mouth exaggeratedly:

"Isn't it? Auntie, isn't a small amount of five million for you? ”

"Then you are willing to pay one-tenth of five million for this painting, then it must be very important in your heart, right?"

"You deliberately said that it was worthless, were you afraid that I would rob it?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned by the question, and when she came back to her senses and wanted to refute, she found that she couldn't argue.

To say that the painting is worthless in her heart?

Wouldn't it seem stupid for her to spend so much money to buy something worthless?

said that she bought this painting because she coveted the artist's beauty...... That's even more unlikely!

But if she admits that this painting is very important in her heart, it is not a slap in the face!