An Ruojie stood in the art exhibition, looking at the abstract painting before him.
He was full of disdain.
This?
Random scribbles can be displayed in an art exhibition?
It's not even as good as what I drew in elementary school!
Look at what this thing is supposed to be.
It doesn't look like a turtle, and it doesn't look like a tortoise.
It looks more like a green-shelled turtle!
An Ruojie truly could not appreciate it, but he remembered the task his brother-in-law had given him.
So he suppressed his inner boredom.
He paused in front of painting after painting, studying them.
Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he smiled.
Xiao Bei had taught him this as well.
If you showed no expression while viewing an exhibition, even if you stood there for a long time,
others would know that you did not actually like the exhibition.
As for this sort of artistic crowd,
they were all highly emotional.
Many of them were even masters of imagination.
They would see a painting and imagine the artist's state of mind at the time, or the story behind it.
But was there really such a story?
Xiao Bei could say that such artists existed, but they were a minority!
Take many famous writers, for example.
Some writers' works had been included in educational publications.
When teachers asked students to understand the author's state of mind when writing those works,
did the authors really have such thoughts?
No. Take a certain Hua, for instance. He just knew fewer words.
So literature and art,
were matters where different people saw different things—Personalized Experience.
But in order to attract Qi Zouyu's attention, Xiao Bei had no choice but to arrange for An Ruojie to do this.
One very important reason was that
to outsiders, Qi Zouyu