Lin Yun walked into the gallery full of paintings.

The sides are full of artistic atmosphere.

There are paintings of cartoon characters, which should have been made by An Xin when she was a child.

There was also one hand full of gold and silver jewelry, and the name of the painting was "Treasure", but Lin Yun couldn't understand it.

However, Lin Yun felt that Anxin was already very good at painting.

In the future, Anxin will definitely become a famous painter.

The atmosphere of art is mostly quiet, and it seems that only in this way can the solemnity of art be demonstrated.

Anxin’s parents are elites in the workplace, with good living conditions, but not wealthy. They belong to the kind of people who are desperately trying to change their destiny but are unable to change them.

Therefore, Anxin has enrolled in many interest classes since childhood. Anxin’s parents have placed their hopes on the next generation, hoping that Anxin can fulfill their unfulfilled dreams.

Anxin did not disappoint her expectations and did a good job. Anxin’s parents were willing to pay. In order to help Anxin increase their popularity, they held art exhibitions at a young age and invited many friends, even some successful businessmen.

"This painting of "Sunset" is so good, with beautiful lines and profound meanings! Sister Anxin is really great!" A girl's voice of admiration came into Lin Yun's ears.

Lin Yun thinks this girl should be a person who knows how to draw.

"Well, the little girl has eyesight, this painting is really good." A man's voice sounded, and he immediately changed his mind.

"But it is not grand enough and a bit conservative. If you can relax a little and spread the sunset picture a little bigger, it will be better!" Listening to the sound, this man should be quite old.

Lin Yun felt that this man should be an old artist and his evaluation was better than the girl just now.

Then, the old man's voice continued to sound: "If you want to become a real artist, you must first let go of your body and your heart. Only by completely letting go of yourself can you be sublimated and reach a higher level of art."

"Just like Van Gogh, for art, he cut off his ears."

"In order to sublimate art, you should completely let go of yourself. If you want to completely let go of yourself, the first step is to let go of your mind and then let go of your body. Only by completely letting your mind and body out can you let the art be sublimated most perfectly!"

As he listened, Lin Yun suddenly wondered. He could understand how to let go of his mind, but what does it mean to let go of his body?

This is almost a bewitching!

If the girl just now had no experience in the world and had a fanatical pursuit of art, she might have believed the words of this old hooligan.

Lin Yun accelerated his pace. When he turned around, he saw a group of people standing in front of a painting.

One of the old men dressed like a successful person was talking in front of a tall and beautiful girl.

There were still some young men and women standing around, listening to the old man's boasting with concentration, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Several of these people are Lin Yun’s high school classmates, and Zhang Zihao, who had a conflict with Lin Yun at the horse farm last time, was also among them.

The beautiful girl who was bewitched by the old man was also Lin Yun’s high school classmate. She was named Hao Huihui, and she was a very good girl.

Seeing these little guys being fooled by him, the old man showed a hint of pride in his eyes and continued to bewitch Hao Huihui, who looked admiring in front of him.

"Little girl, do you have a boyfriend? Do you have a lover? I knew you didn't have one at a glance because you can't let go."

"You have to find a lot of boyfriends, a lot of lovers, and feel the joy and excitement that each of them brings you. Don't be shy, let them appreciate your body without reservation, and let your life become an artistic form so that you can truly enter the realm that masters have reached!"

This was very explicit, and Hao Huihui and several girls blushed. Even the boys Zhang Zihao and others were a little embarrassed.

After all, they are all young people and they can't do the shamelessness of old men, but they can't refute it, because when the old men say this, they look serious, as if they are standing at the highest point of art.

"You are not art, you are a hooligan." Lin Yun's faint voice sounded behind him.

Everyone looked back and saw that it was Lin Yun, and everyone looked different.

Hao Huihui and several classmates who had a good relationship with Lin Yun shouted in surprise: "Lin Yun, why did you arrive!"

Zhang Zihao and his group looked at Lin Yun with a gloomy eyes. Zhang Zihao always held a grudge when he happened to the horse farm last time.

The old man looked at Lin Yun with some displeasure and said arrogantly: "Since you came over, you didn't even look at the paintings on the wall. I knew that you were a person who didn't understand art."

If it were Hao Huihui and other students who had not left the campus, they would probably run away on the spot in shame.

However, Lin Yun looked at him quietly without expression. His deep eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

"I don't understand art very much, but I understand people's hearts." Lin Yun's eyes made the old man feel uncomfortable.

"An old man who can be someone else's grandfather talks about a beautiful girl, so that the girl can find many lovers. If you don't have any plans, who would believe it?"

The old man argued forcefully: "So if you don't understand art, so what if you devote yourself to art? You are a common man like you will never understand art!"

Zhang Zihao next to him sneered: "Lin Yun, do you know who this gentleman is? He is the chairman of Fuwang Group and Mr. Wang Qingsheng. At the same time, Mr. Wang is also a famous painter and has held his own painting exhibitions three times in the capital."

"You are a coward who is in the back, and you are worthy of talking about art with Chairman Wang? Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Zhang Zihao always wanted to please Wang Qingsheng, but he didn't find a chance. When Lin Yun came, he immediately gave him the opportunity to flatter Wang Qingsheng and humiliated Lin Yun.

Lin Yun ignored Zhang Zihao, but looked at Wang Qingsheng with a arrogant look and said lightly: "There are many ways of expressing art. Through music, musicians immerse the world in the world of music and feel the beauty of the sound of nature."

"Through their works, painters show the world a beautiful picture and even profound meaning."

"They all have one thing in common, that is, they use their works to win respect from everyone!"

"As for those who achieve artistic sublimation by letting go of their bodies, they are either madmen or hooligans."

Lin Yun's plain words, and the counterfeit artist like Wang Qingsheng who attacked him was speechless.

"Hmph, you are a person who doesn't even understand art, I don't want to argue with you!"

Wang Qingsheng couldn't say anything about Lin Yun and decided not to pay attention to Lin Yun, turned to look at Hao Huihui, and continued to bewitch him.

"Miss, through my observation of you just now, I found that you have a high level of attainment in painting and are not interested in having more in-depth communication with me?"

"I promise to make you famous in one fell swoop and hold your own art exhibition in Beijing next year!"

Hao Huihui was actually a little moved. It seems that in the face of vanity, most beauties will become idiots, and even believe such a simple lie.

Lin Yun had a good impression of Hao Huihui. She was a very good girl. She was not very smart and kind to others. Lin Yun had always had fantasies about her in her previous life.

Therefore, Lin Yun could not watch Hao Huihui fall for the fooling of the old man Wang Qingsheng.
Chapter completed!