Before they left the room, Wen Feiran looked back once more.
He always felt that behind that door was not just a dressing room, but also a much bigger secret of Meng Jingxiu.
He wasn't one to meddle in other people's business and didn't take the matter to heart.
Meng Jingxiu had already arranged a car to take them to the art exhibition.
Wen Feiran usually rests with his eyes closed in the car, but the person sitting next to him is Zou Yuxing. Zou Yuxing is full of energy and vitality, not at all like a patient. His mouth never stops talking, and Su Shangting is about to be annoyed to death by him. He can't stand it anymore and retorts. The two elementary school kids start arguing again, Wen Feiran is forced to play the role of mediator once again. He gets involved and looks innocent and helpless.
Seeing the familiar scene, the viewers in the live stream were laughing so hard they almost died. They loved watching the drama unfold and flooded the screen with comments like "Let's fight! Let's fight!"
They finally arrived at the art exhibition. Meng Jingxiu's car was already waiting for them at the entrance.
"This exhibition is quite special," Meng Jingxiu said with a smile. "The owner of the exhibition is a very well-known collector in the industry, with a sharp eye. These are works by a new generation of young painters that he has discovered. They are not bound by existing schools and forms of expression, but pursue freedom and unrestraint. This collector has always said that these works contain a young and powerful heart, and he is very confident that someone who will emerge from these unknown artists to lead the development of the entire art world will also be born from them."
This was not only fashionable but also had a social impact, improving the reputation of the live stream. Everyone was impressed by Meng Jingxiu's ingenuity.
They arrived at the center of the art exhibition. Wen Feiran looked up at the two characters on the sign and stared blankly for a long time.
--Pure White?
He felt like he'd seen those two words somewhere before; they appeared quite frequently. Could it be somewhere unrelated to the art exhibition?
Meng Jingxiu deliberately steered the conversation, speaking somewhat cautiously, "What's wrong, Wen Feiran? Don't you like this type of art exhibition?"
Wen Feiran snapped out of her reverie and shook her head, "No, I just feel a strange sense of familiarity."
Meng Jingxiu assumed Wen Feiran was trying to showcase her sophisticated taste and steal his thunder, so his smile turned slightly wary, "Really? It's only the first day of the event. Why does it seem so familiar? Do you perhaps know this collector and have heard him speak of him?"
That was clearly impossible. Wen Feiran shook her head, putting her mind at ease.
But the ominous premonition had barely vanished when the owner of the art exhibition approached with a smile, "Hello, I am..."
Upon hearing these words, Wen Feiran froze on the spot, all sounds and colors receding from him, as if a black hole tightly surrounded him.
He remembered the voice.
I called him not long ago.
Wen Feiran closed her face tightly, wishing she could knock herself unconscious with her hands.
Is his brain just for show? How could he be so careless?!
His paintings initially didn't fetch high prices until he met a benefactor who claimed to be a collector and invited him to an exhibition. Wen Feiran saw this as an opportunity and agreed.
The very next day, he received a message from Li Tao, asking him to go to the agency and forcibly sending him onto a variety show against his will. The days that followed were even more chaotic, and Wen Feiran's mind was occupied, so he stopped paying attention to these things and only glanced at the messages sent to him by the collector.
That one glance made him remember the keyword "Pure White," but he didn't take it to heart, which is why he appeared at the art exhibition without any precautions.
Wen Feiran's emotions were too overt. Zou Yuxing looked at him with lingering fear, having a strange premonition that if this were on the roof of the eighteenth floor, Wen Feiran would probably jump off.
"Are you alright?" Zou Yuxing asked cautiously, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Feiran's eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes, he could pretend to be unwell and sneak away, then he wouldn't have to face any of this!
But... his paintings are still on display, and they're bound to be photographed. His presence there might salvage his precarious reputation.
Wen Feiran, who habitually avoids conflict, took a deep breath this time, preparing to face the challenge head-on. "I'm fine."
The group entered the exhibition hall, and the collector, knowing this was a great opportunity for promotion, stayed with them, explaining each piece in detail.
Wen Feiran habitually followed at the back, each step she took filled with trepidation, fearing that she would be next.
But after looking around, his mood calmed down a bit.
The "Pure White" art exhibition is very large, with countless artworks on display. However, their time is limited, and collectors will definitely select the important ones to show them. His paintings are not worth mentioning and will definitely not be highlighted. As long as they are not photographed, everything will be fine.
He knew there was always a way out, and his disguise would surely remain intact...
As Wen Feiran was immersed in his own world, the collector paused, his expression brimming with pride. "Next, I'd like to introduce you to a young painter I've discovered. His paintings possess an ancient charm, completely different from the superficiality of modern art. When you carefully contemplate this painting, you'll be awestruck by the spirit it embodies. This is something I'm most proud of recently. As a connoisseur, I have a feeling this exceptional talent will become a leading figure in the entire art world!"
The collector practically elevated the next piece to a divine status, leaving everyone present and viewers in the live stream on the edge of their seats, holding their breath in suspense.
As they rounded the corner, a painting came into view, and their first impression was that it was familiar.
Subtle, very subtle, as if I had seen it with my own eyes.
In stark contrast to their reactions, Wen Feiran had just relaxed her guard and comforted herself when she looked up and saw her own painting. She was so shocked that she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
It's all gone! Everything's gone!
He stood at the very back of the line, completely unnoticed. The collector, oblivious to his presence, continued, "The artist of this painting is Lu Lu. As far as I know, he's not a student of any art academy; he's self-taught, a genius, an absolute genius! Look at how powerful the brushstrokes are, so strong they seem to penetrate the paper. With just a few strokes, he captured the essence of the bamboo. His technique may be lacking, but that's what makes it so remarkable..."