Jiang Enren is not stupid, he has already reached this point, how could he have to show other evidence.

He is the real Mr. Yun.

In front of Mr. Yun, he appeared to be so small, as if he was stepped under his feet and could never shine.

Everyone is waiting for his answer. At this moment, the wind direction has changed.

That painting completely captured everyone's hearts.

Mr. Ruoyun said that he painted the candlelight picture of the baby girl, which can only show that Jiang Enren is indeed plagiarizing.

"Brother, speak up."

"As long as you say that you are the original, we will still believe you."

One or two little girls cried: "Brother, did you really copy Mr. Yun? Why?"

Jiang Enren shook his head almost immediately: "No, I don't."

Fu Yunmo was unwilling to stay with him more here, playing tricks, with one hand on his back: "Since I have proved my identity to you, please come with me to my exhibition and see the original picture."

Lai Xian nodded: "Okay."

The others stood there, not knowing what to do.

Fu Yunmo thought carefully and added a sentence: "Those who don't have a ticket do not need to make a replacement ticket due to special circumstances."

Perhaps this is the style of a great writer.

Everyone walked to his exhibition.

Lai Xian walked slowly and held Jiang Enren. At this moment, he already had the answer in his heart, but he just wanted to hear the truth from the students.

"Xiao Jiang, tell me, did you copy Mr. Yun on that painting?"

Jiang Enren lowered his head and said nothing.

Wen Yu frowned, "If it is true, you need to apologize publicly to Mr. Yun, and then tear up the painting. If you know your mistakes can be corrected, you are more likely to be forgiven. But if you are still obsessed with understanding, it will only destroy yourself. ."

Lai Xian looked angry when he saw that he was still silent.

He always believed that Xiao Jiang said it was because he really wanted to learn to paint, but now he has another view. He is only deep-minded and never reveals his true side to him as a master.

Jiang Enren frowned. In the end, his eyes became unusually firm, and he said word by word: "Master, Master, you needn't say more, this painting is my painting."

"you……"

Lai Xian interrupted his wife in anger and angrily: "It's done, let him regret it when the truth is revealed."

After speaking, strode away.

It's not that he doesn't believe his students, it's just that he is even less likely to doubt Mr. Yun's character.

Up to now, one can only take one step and see one step.

If Xiao Jiang really copied Mr. Yun, he, as a master, will be a teacher and a father for life, and he will suffer for him. I only hope that he can know his mistakes.

If it happens to be painted like Mr. Yun, it is only a joke made by fate.

Mr. Yun's eyes can naturally make a decision.

Soon, the group came to Mr. Yun's exhibition center.

Zhang Bo was very excited, with some tears in the corners of his eyes, and along the way, he asked: "Mr. Yun, I don't know why you have made such an amazing work, but you didn't show it?"

Fu Yunmo turned his head and glanced at the lazy little girl who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Tang Yaoyao smiled when he turned his head to look at her, two small tiger teeth, very cute and charming.

Fu Yunmo also smiled gently.

Xiao Jinhan looked her smile into his eyes, frowned slightly, his eyes darkened a bit.

After that, Fu Yunmo turned his head, pursing his lips and replied: "Because this is a gift, I want to give me a very important person."

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