Looking back now, I realized that I had too many scruples back then, which led to me letting down the beauty.

When Su Mingzhe saw a girl similar to Tang Yun, he would inevitably feel confused.

Tang Yun also didn't expect that her name would cause such a big reaction from the man, so she asked cautiously:

"Sir, have you heard my name?"

"Well, I used to have a friend named Tang Yun, who was also a painter."

Su Mingzhe's face was a little uncertain, and he was about to take out his mobile phone to search if there was any information about Yu Huanshui, Gan Hong and others in this world.

But Tang Yun said happily:

"Is it such a coincidence? I am Tang from the Tang Dynasty, and my name is Yun, whose name starts with grass. Am I the same as your friend?"

"Really? That's different. Her word for 'yun' is the rhyme of 'yin even'."

After listening to Tang Yun's explanation, Su Mingzhe sighed that he was making such a fuss and took a sip of tea to calm himself down.

No matter what, Su Mingzhe's eyes looked at Tang Yun a little softer.

After drinking tea, the two of them walked to the Chinese Style Painting Exhibition.

Under Tang Yun's guidance, Su Mingzhe read it again.

These ink paintings that can be exhibited by students are basically the best of the best.

However, in Su Mingzhe's opinion, the hierarchy is still a bit confusing and fails to highlight a focus.

The authors of these ink paintings actually wanted to bring out the highlights, but when painting, they often made too many "highlights", so that the priority was reversed, and the center of gravity was covered up by other places.

Tang Yun walked around with Su Mingzhe and saw the "pity" look in Su Mingzhe's eyes. She couldn't help but become anxious. For a moment, she ignored the etiquette and pulled Su Mingzhe to the work she thought was the best.

, introduced:

"Sir, what do you think of this painting called "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"?"

"good."

Su Mingzhe has actually seen this painting "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", and he can only say that the imitation is pretty good:

"It's a bit like "The Picture of Rivers and Mountains"."

Tang Yun originally wanted to introduce a few more words, but after hearing Su Mingzhe's words, she immediately lowered her head in shame.

This painting "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is a copy of the famous painting "Ten Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

Su Mingzhe pointed out the source of the original work, and Tang Yun couldn't explain much.

The two walked around upstairs and downstairs. Su Mingzhe couldn't help but asked curiously:

"Has the painting "The Turbulent Waves" in the flyer been bought by someone?"

"That's not true."

Seeing that Su Mingzhe finally mentioned this painting again, Tang Yun carefully looked around at the classmates who were introducing their works to clients, and then whispered:

"Mr. Su, this "Turning Waves" was painted by my high school teacher. The works we exhibit here are all students' own works. If you really want this painting, you can leave a contact information and we will contact you later."

"This star really wants to retire"

Of course, Su Mingzhe didn't necessarily want "The Turbulent Waves". He just saw that the painting was not bad and thought about buying it and hanging it in the courtyard to decorate the facade.

The two of them left their contact information and Su Mingzhe left.

After Tang Yun sent Su Mingzhe away, she came to the secluded balcony on the second floor and made a phone call.

The call is connected.

"Hello."

The male voice on the other end of the phone made Tang Yun excited:

"Teacher Xia, it's me, I'm Tang Yun."

"I remember your phone number, Tang Yun."

Teacher Xia's tone seemed weak and sick, and the two exchanged greetings after a few words.

Only then did Tang Yun talk about the origin of her phone call:

“Mr.

Teacher Xia listened and was silent for a while, then said slowly:

"Thank you, Tang Yun."

"Teacher, there is a customer who wants to see your painting today," Tang Yun hesitated for a moment, then said, "I wonder if it would be inconvenient for you to mail the painting over."

"Okay, give me the address."

Teacher Xia was silent again, and then agreed.

As for the price, neither of them discussed it.

After hanging up the phone, Chat, who was teaching his daughter how to paint, suddenly noticed that his eyes were slightly red.

Chateau is just forty years old this year. He studied painting since he was a child, and later studied under a master of traditional Chinese painting for five years.

I have been an art teacher for nearly twenty years.

Chat originally thought that he would be so unknown in this life.

Who would have thought that someone would actually appreciate my paintings.
Chapter completed!