Chapter 886 Meeting Third Brother for the First Time 3

He and Jiang Enren were not in the same circle at all, but they knew why he won the award.

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 dark history he had.

"Listen to what Third Brother said."

Tang Yaoyao was a little confused: "He also knows Jiang Enren?"

Xiao Jinhan said nonsense seriously: "Well, because we are in the same circle, of course we know."

"Let's go to the front and have a look."

"good."

At this time, more and more people were coming, all walking in the same direction.

Everyone was whispering and discussing.

"If you miss the most central painting, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Let's go. There will be too many people in a while and you won't be able to see it."

"Yes, I'm going to see Mr. Yun's painting exhibition after watching it. That's a painter I've admired for a long time."

"The painter I like has a painting exhibition on the same day, and I don't know if they know each other."

"Is it possible that they are year-end friends?"

"Ah! If so, that's exciting."

Along with the chirping sound, Tang Yaoyao came to the center of the art exhibition. She raised her eyes and saw the painting projected on a wall at a glance.

This glance gave her an inexplicable feeling of intimacy.

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

The background was pitch black, with only one candle swaying in the wind, which seemed to be about to burn out in the dark night.

I don’t know why he uses such a dark style when painting babies.

It's like this child has been suffering in the world since he was born, and candlelight can't warm such a dark night.

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

Another person also said: "Yes, it feels like someone is holding my throat and it's a little uncomfortable to breathe."

"It looks to me like this baby has been abandoned."

"It seems to me that people's life is full of darkness. Candlelight is like a beam of light in life, so fragile."

"I think it's missing."

"Jiang Enren painted such a painting at such a young age. He is truly a genius."

"Isn't that right? Paintings like this are really rare."

"It's just that this loneliness looks too miserable."

"I really want to know under what circumstances Jiang Enren painted such a painting."

Tang Yaoyao looked at the baby girl in the painting, and she noticed a detail. There was floral fabric in the swaddling clothes, which should be small clothes worn by the baby girl.

At this sight, her heart skipped a beat.

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

"Four……"

She turned around and saw Xiao Jin coldly looking at the painting with squinting eyes, his breath gradually becoming colder, and the light in his lower eyes was like a sharp blade, looking 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 Adam's apple 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 confused by this just now, but after hearing what he said, she raised her eyes and looked again.

This time, I watched more carefully than before.

I recall seeing photos of her as a child in Putao's room in her old home.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The baby in the painting looks exactly like she did when she was a child.

No wonder, when I looked at it just now, I felt friendly.

"How is this going?"

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