The light in the hall is bright yet soft. The linseed oil used to mix the paints floats dimly. Walnut oil, poppy oil, sunflower oil, accompanied by the pungent smell of turpentine wax, mix into a wonderful artistic enjoyment.
Lead white, ordinary blue, chrome green and various colors make people immersed in a world woven by colors.
Wen Xinya doesn’t know much about oil painting. To be honest… Compared to the rich and colorful oil paintings that focus on abstract thinking, she prefers Chinese paintings with their meticulous outlines, elegant ink scent, and profound artistic conception.
"This is Leonardo da Vinci's The Last Supper. Although it is just a replica, the characters' expressions of fear, anger, suspicion, and confession, as well as their gestures, eyes, and behaviors, are all depicted in great detail and lifelike detail, which shows that the replicator's technique is also quite sophisticated."
A soft voice was heard in the quiet gallery.
The extremely familiar voice made Wen Xinya look towards the source of the voice.
Ning Shuqian was wearing a light purple cheongsam, which perfectly outlined her graceful figure. On her shoulders was a small white shawl with elegant purple flowers on it, which, paired with the cheongsam, made her style even more elegant.
Ning Shuqian had her hair curled into big waves and tied into a bun at the back of her head with a long hairpin carved from jade with ribbed flowers, which restrained her whole body's charm. However, even with such an elegant and noble dress, it couldn't hide the charming look between her eyebrows.
Ning Shuqian actually understands art. It's true that one cannot imitate others.
Wen Xinya's lips curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
As if she noticed that someone was looking at her, Ning Shuqian raised her eyes and looked towards her.
Wen Xinya saw it clearly, and Ning Shuqian's eyes narrowed, seeming to be quite surprised.
Wen Xinya took a quick look, then looked away and continued looking at the painting.
At this time, Ning Shuqian greeted a woman next to her and walked towards Wen Xinya in her rubber-soled flat shoes: "Xinya, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."
Wen Xinya said calmly: "Well, what a coincidence! I didn't expect Miss Ning to like art, too."
The voice was indifferent, as if without any emotion.
But to Ning Shuqian, it didn't sound like that. The light and clear voice seemed to mock her, and the indifferent eyes seemed to look down on her. She was wearing a casual outfit without any special features, but it gave her an innate nobility that was more elegant than even if she dressed up carefully.
She couldn't help but feel angry, but she managed to suppress her emotions and said with a smile, "Xinya, look at what you are saying. I don't like art at all. I just came here with my friends to join in the fun. However, I didn't expect that you, Xinya, would actually appreciate art."
When she said this, her words were clear and her tone was a little heavy, with a hint of sharpness between her brows.
Wen Xinya laughed: "Ms. Ning, you are really too modest. I just heard you talking about art with the people around you, and you were very eloquent. How could you not understand art?"
Of course, she understood what Ning Shuqian meant. She was simply agreeing with her that one must appreciate art and cultivate it from childhood. However, she had been wandering outside for fifteen years and had only been back in the Wen family for more than three years. How could she cultivate any artistic cells
At this time, Wen Xinya opened her mobile phone, searched for "The Last Supper", and opened one of the search terms, which contained an introduction to the Last Supper.
Wen Xinya put her phone in front of Ning Shuqian and said, "Look, Miss Ning, that's what the Internet says."
The smile on Ning Shuqian's face cracked. A certain kind of embarrassment made her want to find a hole to crawl into. The words she had just said were memorized from the Internet.
Wen Xinya deliberately said: "What you said is the same as the introduction on the Internet, and you still say that you don't understand art."
Ning Shuqian resisted the urge to slap Wen Xinya and tried her best to suppress her emotions: "Haha, really? I was just talking nonsense before."
Wen Xinya smiled brightly: "Ms. Ning is just too modest."
Ning Shuqian was speechless. She felt as if she had been slapped in public. Feelings of shame and embarrassment made her suddenly feel as if she was out of place in such an elegant place.
She felt that the eyes around her were full of disdain and mockery, which made her want to escape.
Wen Xinya smiled and asked, "Miss Ning, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so unhappy? Are you feeling unwell? Miss Ning really loves art. Even though she's not feeling well, she's unwilling to miss such a grand exhibition. I admire her so much."
Ning Shuqian's lips trembled.
She didn't know when she started to like going to some noble places, such as galleries, operas, and various concerts...
It seemed that as long as she was in such a place, every muscle in her body would relax, and the inferiority and embarrassment that she usually felt would disappear without a trace. No one knew her embarrassing background, and no one knew her unspeakable past. Everyone only knew that those who could enter such a place were noble people, so she was one of these noble people.
And she really thrived in such an environment.
Today, she was exposed in public.
That kind of embarrassment and humiliation was more difficult for her to accept than when Wen Xinya exposed her fake pregnancy in public.
But, it still doesn't work.
She had to be patient, the entertainment city project could not get into any complications.
Ning Shuqian suddenly changed the subject: "Xinya, my father and I are back to normal, is your grandfather..."
Wen Xinya clearly saw the smug look on Ning Shuqian's face.
Ning Shuqian wiped the wet corners of her eyes: "Xinya, go back and explain to grandpa that this is not your father's fault. Ask him not to blame your father."
That mournful voice, with a tone of grievance, was Ning Shuqian's true character.
Ning Shuqian is very good at disguise and very scheming, but she passed on her unparalleled disguise skills and deep scheming to her daughter Ning Yuya, which in turn allowed Xia Ruya to learn from her 100% and even surpass her.
Wen Xinya said calmly, "Ms. Ning, don't take yourself too seriously. What's the point of you and my dad getting back together? Do you think my grandfather will take you seriously?"
Ning Shuqian was stunned for a moment, and the expression on her face gradually subsided.
Wen Xinya laughed: "It is important for people to know themselves."
She looked around the gallery, her meaning clear.
Ning Shuqian also laughed, her voice so soft that water could drip out of it: "Whether I am a dish or not, whether I have self-awareness or not, you will know in the future."
The words were quite meaningful, with a hint of confidence.
Wen Xinya smiled without saying anything.
All eyes in the hall turned towards this side, and everyone felt that the two people were in a harmonious atmosphere and were having a pleasant conversation.