"This painting was something I picked up from a junk stall in Wuyang City two years ago. The original owner had no idea of its value and said he'd previously used the canvas to prop up a table leg. But I recognized it at a glance. This was clearly the work of the painter Dipseyke from three hundred years ago. Look at these lines, this imagination..."
Two hours later, the sky had gone completely dark.
Professor Guan stood on the second floor before a vividly colored painting of a purple sea and sky beneath a setting sun, talking on and on to himself.
When he finished, he looked at Yue Wen's somewhat awkward expression and suddenly asked, "Huh? Where's Little Zhao? Didn't she say she was interested in art?"
"Professor Guan, she fell asleep an hour and a half ago." Yue Wen pointed downstairs.
Zhao Xing'er had "fallen in battle" in front of a painting of a huge apple. While Professor Guan was explaining the profound compositional logic hidden within the simple picture, Zhao Xing'er had been unable to resist sleep.
Looking at her peacefully breathing face, Yue Wen shook his head at his own naivety. He had actually believed she was interested in art just now.
"Heh, heh." Professor Guan chuckled twice. "Looks like you're the only one who can appreciate my collection."
Professor Guan, I'm just not as sleepy. Not falling asleep doesn't mean I'm interested. A trace of despair showed in Yue Wen's eyes.
He turned to look outside. It was already pitch-black, yet everything around them remained utterly quiet. When is that damned Nightmare Object going to appear?
Come on, get to work already!
Fortunately, Professor Guan said, "The only one you haven't seen should be this painting. I bought it at an auction not long