I Became Popular in the Entertainment Industry Thanks To Doting

He and Jiang Enren are not in the same circle at all, but they know why he won the prize.

If it weren't for the name she called out in her dream, he would never know what this person did, what honors he had, and what black history he had.

"Listen to what the third brother said."

Tang Yaoyao was a little puzzled: "Does he also know Jiang Enren?"

Xiao Jinhan said nonsense seriously: "Well, because it is in a circle, of course I know."

"Let's go ahead and take a look."

"Great."

At this time, more and more people came, all walking in one direction.

Everyone whispered and discussed.

"The most central painting, if you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life, let's go, there will be more people in a while, and you won't see it.

"Yes, I have to go to see Mr. Yun's painting exhibition after reading it. That is the painter I have long admired."

"The painters I like have an exhibition on the same day, and I don't know if they also know each other."

"Is it possible to pay after year-end?"

"Ah! If it is, it is really exciting."

Accompanied by the chirping voice, Tang Yaoyao came to the center of the exhibition, raised his eyes, and saw the painting projected on a wall at a glance.

This look gave her an inexplicable intimacy.

In the painting, there is a baby wrapped in a swaddle. With her eyes closed, she has an indescribable sense of peace.

The background was dark, with only one candle swaying in the wind, and it seemed to burn out in the dark.

For some reason, he uses such a dark style when painting babies.

It's as if this child was born in torment in the world, and the candlelight couldn't warm such a dark night.

"The colors of this painting feel so heavy to me."

Another person also said, "Yes, it's like being strangled by someone, and breathing is a little uncomfortable."

"I look at this baby as if it has been abandoned."

"I seem to be saying that in this life, people are already dark, and the candlelight is like a beam of light in life, so fragile."

"I think it's missing."

"Jiang Enren was so young that he painted such a painting. It is really a masterpiece."

"Isn't it, this kind of painting is really rare."

"It's just that this lonely one looks too miserable."

"I really want to know, under what circumstances did Jiang Enren paint such a painting."

Tang Yaoyao looked at the baby girl in the painting, and she noticed a detail. There was a floral fabric in the swaddle, which should be the little girl's clothes.

At this look, her heart beat slightly.

The baby girl in this painting seems to be somewhat similar to her.

"four……"

She turned her head, and saw Xiao Jin Leng squinting at the painting, her breath gradually becoming cold, and the low light in her eyes, like a sharp blade, looked directly at the baby girl in the painting.

Tang Yaoyao frowned and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Jinhan's throat rolled up and down for a moment, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Don't you think the baby girl in the painting looks like you?"

She was puzzled just now, after hearing what he said, she looked up again.

This time, I looked more attentively than before.

Recall that I saw a picture of her as a child in the room of the old house grape.

Eyes shrink slightly.

The baby in the picture is just like she was when she was young.

No wonder, just watching it, it feels kind.

"How is this going?"

Xiao Jinhan's voice was cold: "This painting is not his original."