Ning Shaoyun's painting exhibition was held at the Red House Gallery, which is very famous in the industry. On the opening day of the exhibition, Ning Shaobai had to go to work, but Xia Mian happened to have no classes, so she took Xiaofeng and took Zhou Xuewen's car, and set off to the gallery with Ning Shaoyun and Chenchen.
Ning Shaoyun was the author of the exhibition, so they naturally arrived early. Even so, there were people waiting at the door of the gallery.
Ever since Ning Shaoyun's work was sold at a high price of 850,000 four years ago, it has attracted the attention of industry insiders;
Now, as the youngest disciple of Mr. Qi Minghao, she is concentrating on her creation for four years and is holding her first solo exhibition. Many people are looking forward to it in every aspect.
Xia Mian smiled and said, "Congratulations, Sister Ning, it's the beginning of a successful journey."
Ning Shaoyun's eyes were bright, with a satisfied smile on her face, "Thank you for your good wishes."
Zhou Xuewen went to park the car. Xiaofeng and Chenchen could no longer hold back and ran towards the gallery.
Xia Mian and Ning Shaoyun were about to follow when a young man in his twenties suddenly jumped out from the side.
The two were startled. The other person's short hair was messy, his chin was covered with blue stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had encountered some difficulties.
Seeing Ning Shaoyun at this moment was like seeing a savior, and he excitedly asked, "Teacher Qingyun, are you Teacher Qingyun?"
Ning Shaoyun nodded and said gently, "I am."
"Hello, Teacher Qingyun," the young man rubbed his hands excitedly and embarrassedly, as if he had difficulty speaking what he was about to say, but he finally mustered up the courage to say, "Teacher Qingyun, can you please give us a booth?"
Ning Shaoyun tilted her head in confusion, obviously not understanding what he said, "I am not responsible for the painting booth, and this is my personal exhibition." Naturally, it is not appropriate to display other people's works.
"I know, I know," the young man rubbed his face in shame and said, "I know this request is very abrupt, but I have no choice."
"My brother has a heart disease and we can't afford to treat him. The doctor said he can live for two years at most. His biggest wish in life is to hold an exhibition at the Red House Gallery so that others can see his works."
"But we really don't have the ability. Seeing him getting weaker and weaker, I feel really bad," the young man pleaded with Ning Shaoyun with tears in his eyes, "So I would like to ask you to give us a place, even if it's in a corner, as long as there is a place."
"I want him to see his own works at this exhibition." He wiped his eyes and said, "It can be regarded as fulfilling his wish."
“Please! This may be the last painting he will make.” The young man bowed deeply. “I just want him to be happy for once in his last days.”
Ning Shaoyun looked at him and sighed, "Bring the painting here. I'll go talk to the manager."
"Oh! Thank you!" the young man said excitedly, "Teacher Qingyun, you are really our benefactor!"
"I will remember your kindness forever."
"Teacher Qingyun," Manager Hu, the person in charge of the art exhibition, came out to greet him. When he saw the young man next to Ning Shaoyun, he frowned slightly, "Qian Fa?"
Ning Shaoyun was puzzled, "Do you know each other?"
"I know him, I know him!" The young man named Qian Fa shook Manager Hu's hand with gratitude, "Hello, Manager Hu, thank you for your help to our family!"
"I may have to trouble you this time. Teacher Qingyun has agreed to give us a place. I will go get An Ran's painting now!"
After saying that, he bowed deeply to Ning Shaoyun, turned around, took the painting leaning against the wall, and handed it to Manager Hu, "It has been framed, thank you for your help!"
Manager Hu moved his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Ning Shaoyun had already said to him, "Aren't there a few spare positions? See where you can put it."
Manager Hu had no choice but to send the money and make the arrangements.
When Ning Shaoyun and Xia Mian arrived at the lounge upstairs, Manager Hu followed in and hesitated for a moment before saying, "You shouldn't have agreed to it rashly. Qian Fa might be a liar."
Ning Shaoyun didn't seem surprised, she just asked, "Do you know him?"
"I know a little bit." Manager Hu said, "Half a year ago, Yanshi Evening News reported that a 15-year-old talented painter had a heart attack, and the doctor said he would not live past 18. His lifelong wish was to hold an art exhibition, saying that he wanted people to remember him, right?"
"It was Qian Fa's younger brother Ye Anran." Manager Hu said, "At that time, several caring people donated money to him, and a gallery was willing to sponsor his art exhibition. At that time, they entrusted us to do this."
“So I have been in contact with Qian Fa.”
"But in the end, Ye Anran took the money, but the exhibition didn't take place."
"I heard from the gallery owner that he went to see a doctor and spent nearly 100,000 in half a year. I think his condition should be getting better."
"So the heart disease is real, but it's not certain that he will not live for more than two years," Manager Hu said, "but then no one donated money."
“I also heard from colleagues that Qian Fa has been using his brother’s illness to gain sympathy and has been taking booths in galleries everywhere.”
"Just like today, if they can get a chance to see a famous artist like you at your exhibition, laymen who don't understand the art will spend a lot of money to buy the paintings if their level is slightly similar."
Zhou Xuewen frowned, "Take down the painting, I'll go talk to him."
Ning Shaoyun thought of Qian Fa's red eyes and sighed, "Forget it, I just wanted peace of mind."
She looked at Zhou Xuewen's disapproving expression and smiled, "I'm not that stupid. I can tell he's an amateur when he speaks. Even if he's a liar, he won't be able to cheat anything in the end. I can still tell what he wants to do by targeting me."
"If it's true, I'm just offering a position. It's worth it to fulfill the wish of a young boy who doesn't have much time left."
"Now that Manager Hu knows about this, I can rest assured. Since the location has been promised, just let them hang it," Ning Shaoyun said with a smile, "My art exhibition is not that easy to get in on."
Seeing that Ning Shaoyun knew everything, Manager Hu said nothing more, "I will try to arrange it in an inconspicuous place so as not to affect your exhibition."
Ning Shaoyun nodded, "Thank you for your help."
After a while, Ning Shaoyun's fellow disciples arrived one after another. Xiaofeng and Chenchen, who were looking at paintings on the first floor, also ran up with Zhu Yuanhai. Behind them were several of Zhu Yuanhai's disciples, who were Xiaofeng's fellow disciples.
Chenchen went directly to find Ning Shaoyun and Zhou Xuewen.
Xiao Feng was playing around with his senior brothers and sisters. They still loved teasing Xiao Feng. Several of them stretched out their hands and pretended to hug him, "Come, let the senior sister hug you."
"Let's let Senior Brother take a look!"
Xiao Feng twisted her body and ran two quick steps to avoid their clutches, but when she was at a safe distance she stopped and turned back to smile at them.
"Hey, you've learned to be naughty." Someone glared at him, and Xiao Feng's eyes suddenly curved.
Someone else sighed, "The child has grown up so fast. Four years ago, we were all fighting to hold him, but now we can't even catch up with him."
One of the brothers finally took the child into his arms when he wasn't paying attention, and said, "Who said we can't catch up? Now we have caught up!" As he said this, he rubbed his head hard.
The other senior brothers and sisters followed suit and kneaded and pinched Xiao Feng, making him laugh.
It was a rare occasion for all the seniors to get together, and the children were obviously very happy.
As more and more people came up to say hello, those who had finished chatting went downstairs to look at the paintings.
Xiao Feng followed his senior brothers and sisters. Zhu Yuanhai now had some requirements for him. When appreciating a work of art, he could not just appreciate the emotions like he did when he was a child. He had to explain the techniques and so on in detail.
Xia Mian naturally didn't understand, so she just followed them to join in the fun. However, she found that they could stay in front of a picture for a long time, which was really boring for an amateur like Xia Mian, so she simply left them alone to watch.
Soon he reached the corner and Xia Mian breathed a long sigh of relief.
Although it was the first time that Ning Shaoyun exhibited her works, it was obvious that she was still very famous. After a short while, the exhibition hall was already full of people, and only this corner was still relatively quiet.
Because hanging here are the works of the talented young painter who suffered from heart disease.
I'm afraid Qian Fa's calculation was wrong.
Xia Mian didn't understand painting. If he were to look at the work in front of him alone, he would probably think it was good. But when it was placed together with Ning Shaoyun's work, it was simply a public execution.
No wonder Ning Shaoyun said that it was not easy to get into her exhibition. Now, let alone selling her paintings, there were very few people even looking at them.
She felt somewhat relieved that Ning Shaoyun had helped her to put her mind at ease, but it was always uncomfortable to have her kindness taken advantage of.
Just as Xia Mian was thinking, he heard a footsteps sound behind him, and it was Xiao Feng's footsteps.
She smiled and turned back. Xiao Feng happily quickened her pace when she saw this. "Auntie."
As a result, he accidentally bumped into a young man. Seeing that the other party staggered back two steps and almost fell, Xia Mian hurried forward and grabbed his arm.
Xia Mian was stunned for a moment. The arm under his palm was too thin.
She turned her head and saw that the boy looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with a pale face and an extremely thin body, as if he would fall down if the wind blew. No wonder he was knocked down by Xiao Feng.
"I'm sorry." Xiao Feng quickly apologized to the boy, "Brother, are you okay?"
Xia Mian also said, "Sorry, how do you feel?"
The boy's eyes were full of gloom. He didn't even look at them. He just pursed his lips, pulled his arm out of Xia Mian's hand, and turned away.
Xiao Feng looked at the boy's back, feeling somewhat helpless, "Auntie..."
Xia Mian touched his head and said, "It's okay. There are people in this world who don't like to forgive. Baby, just be careful in the future."
Fearing that the child would feel sad, Xia Mian dragged him directly to the nearby painting and asked, "Have you seen this?"
Xiao Feng's attention was diverted. She looked up at the painting and said, "Pure White Angel."
As he watched, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Xia Mian's hand.
This is the little guy's little action when he is happy or sad, and now his emotion is obviously the latter.
Xia Mian couldn't help but look up and look carefully at the painting in front of her. The painting was of a little angel, but the angel's hair, eyelashes, skin, everything was snow-white. Although the angel was very beautiful, the use of color was a bit strange.
Aestivation can't see anything.
A big hand behind him put on Xiao Feng's shoulder and said with a smile, "Although I don't know why the author chose this color, the light and dark colors of this painting are actually very good."
Then he joked, "It seems like I'm a little reluctant to use paint."
Xiao Feng raised her head, "Teacher."
Zhu Yuanhai smiled and said, "Xiao Feng should also start learning to draw figures. There are many aspects of this painting that are worth learning."
"I also think the paint is a bit stingy. It might be more beautiful if it were thicker."
Sun Shuming stroked his chin and thought, "I always feel that this author seems to have some strong emotions to express, but his skills are not good enough..."
Xiao Feng immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. A senior sister teased, "Brother, your eyesight is not good enough. Look at our Xiao Feng, you can see it."
Sun Shuming smiled, "Who can compare with Xiao Feng's vision? As usual, whoever can beat Xiao Feng in this aspect, I will treat you to a feast!"
"If you don't want to treat us, just say so. Don't use Xiao Feng as a shield."
Everyone was talking happily, and Xiao Feng forgot about the recent episode and followed his seniors to the next work.
Seeing that the child was fine, Xia Mian said goodbye to him and went out first, and would come back to pick him up at noon. She had already finished looking at all the twenty or so paintings here, and it would be boring to stay any longer.
She didn't want to go to the lounge upstairs to disturb Ning Shaoyun, so she decided to go to the coffee shop across the street and wait for Ning Shaobai to come over at noon.
When passing by a thick tree on the side of the road, Xia Mian suddenly caught a glimpse of the thin boy who was leaning against the tree to rest.
Soon a young man brought two bricks and placed them on the curb and said to the boy, "Sit here."
It was Qian Fa who had humbly asked for help in the morning. However, he looked completely different this time. He puffed out his chest and said arrogantly, "We are going to make it this time!"
"I just realized that teacher Qingyun is really amazing. Even though this is her first exhibition, many people are ready to collect her works."
"One of her paintings four years ago was auctioned for 850,000 yuan. This is the first batch of works she created after she changed her mindset. They are very collectible and I estimate that each one will cost at least a million yuan."
The young man suddenly asked, "Didn't you say you had an acquaintance to help you? Didn't your acquaintance know that Teacher Qingyun is so powerful?"
Qian Fa paused for a moment and said, "Is it not okay if I didn't ask? I just handed the painting to him and he said he would take care of it. I only realized it was unusual when I saw so many people coming today, so I asked and found out. What's wrong? It's not okay."
The boy lowered his head and said nothing.
Qian Fa didn't take it seriously and said happily, "Oh my god, the number of visitors in this day is almost as high as that of other people in a week. If you put your paintings there, maybe someone with a discerning eye will buy them for hundreds of thousands of dollars."
He laughed out loud, and then said something more realistic, "It doesn't matter if it can't be sold. This is a work that is displayed together with Teacher Qingyun's paintings. If it is placed in other galleries, it will definitely be sold for three to five thousand."
The boy still didn't speak, but his eyes were gloomy.
"I almost forgot," Qian Fa took out an old glass canning bottle from his arms, which seemed to be filled with water, and took out a white paper bag from his pocket and handed it to him, "It's time to take the medicine. Hurry while the water is still warm, otherwise it will get cold soon."
The boy took the medicine expressionlessly, opened the paper bag and poured all the dozen pills into his mouth. As if he was competing with something, he didn't even drink the water and just chewed them dry.
Xia Mian felt sorry for him and couldn't help frowning.
Qian Fa quickly handed him the cup of water and said, "Are you crazy? Don't choke to death on your medicine. Drink some water!"
Seeing the boy taking the water and starting to swallow the medicine, Qian Fa muttered, "You can actually sell those two scraps of yours."
"From time to time, those rich people hold charity auctions. In those occasions, they don't care about the quality of the works at all. They just compare who has more money."
"I have a buddy who does this. Why don't we let him do it and we can split the money in half. We can get 80,000 yuan at least."
The young man suddenly started coughing violently, his pale face turned red, and he glared at Qian Fa and said, "I won't sell a useless manuscript!"
"No, no, no!" Qian Fa quickly calmed him down, "I was just saying it casually, why are you so excited?"
Seeing the boy staring, he changed the subject and said, "Then hurry up and draw the next one."
"Next month, a new artist will hold a solo exhibition at Shili Gallery. I can get you a spot."
The boy lowered his eyes, "Why, do you have any acquaintances in that gallery?"
Qian Fa patted his chest and said in a boastful tone, "Please, I've been here for three years. With my tactful ways, there must be someone I know in this area."
"Don't worry, if you can draw it, I can arrange it for you."
The young man tilted his head back and drank some water, swallowing all the medicine residue in his mouth. He stood up, looked in the direction of the gallery, and left.
Qian Fa was obviously used to his mood swings and was not surprised. He just said to his back, "Don't run around. Go home directly!"
Xia Mian looked at the boy's back and sighed secretly. She had never experienced the feeling of counting the days and counting down life, and she had no right to comment on the other person's actions.
Some people would rather die than live with dignity, even if only for one day; while others choose to give up their dignity in order to live.
She herself doesn't know which is right and which is wrong.
Just when Xia Mian thought that they were just a chance encounter, she didn't expect that she would see the boy again soon after.
And this time he is taking advantage of Xiao Feng.
The author has something to say: This is a finale story, believe me, it is actually very heartwarming.
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