Chapter 179: Three-Year-Old Painting
"Okay!" Lin Yuan didn't hesitate and drove his Wuling Hongguang directly to the exhibition.
The distance was not far, and it took more than 20 minutes to get there.
After getting off the car, a huge square came into view.
In the center of the square, there was a building shaped like a bird's nest, which looked as high as three or four floors.
The fountain at the door had already been turned on, and all kinds of social people dressed up and walked on the red carpet.
At the end of the red carpet was the entrance to the exhibition, and there were several posters next to it.
Some of them introduced the painters, and some introduced the organizers of this event.
Under the guidance of Huang Jiao, several people came to the entrance to simply register their information and walked into the exhibition hall together.
As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the artistic atmosphere coming towards me, and the smell of various ink and oil paintings filled the entire exhibition.
The walls were covered with various paintings, some realistic and some abstract.
There were Chinese paintings, gouache, sketches, quick sketches, oil paintings, illustrations, fine brushwork, etc.
In short, the paintings here looked dazzling.
There were people standing in front of many paintings, some appreciating them alone, and some gathered in groups of two or three to discuss. One of the oil paintings was crowded with people, vying to appreciate it frame by frame.
With the blessing of his art skills, Lin Yuan could tell the quality of these paintings at a glance.
To be honest, he was a little disappointed.
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.
After a simple walk around, he found that there were not many paintings worth watching.
I don’t know what these people are talking about when they are gathered together?
It’s really not embarrassing for me, but for others.
Seeing that Lin Yuan didn’t seem to be very interested, Huang Jiao took the initiative to smile and asked: "Lin Yuan, can you draw?"
Lin Yuan smiled and nodded: "Yes!"
"Really! These paintings are all master-level, we have to take a good look, if only I can reach this level one day."
Looking at Huang Jiao’s eager look, Lin Yuan smiled faintly: "You can do it."
Getting the affirmation of her idol, Huang Jiao was as happy as a child.
She was jumping up and down when she walked.
Lin Yuan felt a little bored after walking for a while. He regretted coming to this exhibition.
Just when he reached the end.
A figure oil painting suddenly attracted his attention.
It was placed in a remote place, in a very narrow corner.
But this could not conceal its painting skills and the agility and emotional expression of the figure.
The painting was not a beautiful woman or a handsome man, but just an ordinary little boy.
His eyes were full of desire, but also full of despair. It was hard to imagine what the author was feeling when he created it.
Such a painting can definitely be regarded as a masterpiece of the entire exhibition.
But it was placed in this inconspicuous corner.
Lin Yuan could only smile helplessly. He knew that in this world, it was not enough to have strength, and human relations were also very important.
But what surprised him was.
In addition to him, there was also a middle-aged woman who was appreciating the painting carefully.
Her eyes seemed to be melted into it, and she was completely immersed in it.
If you look closely, you can even see that there seemed to be a trace of tears in her eyes.
It feels like she is not looking at a painting, but at a person!
Huang Jiao did not notice this situation. She found that Lin Yuan had been staring at the woman and the painting, and asked curiously: "What's wrong with Lin Yuan? Do you like this painting very much?"
As soon as this was said, the middle-aged woman suddenly came back to her senses, wiped her tears, turned her head and smiled awkwardly.
Lin Yuan also smiled and nodded in response, and said lightly: "This painting should be the best painting in the exhibition today."
"Ah?" Huang Jiao was stunned and asked in disbelief: "It's impossible, those outside are all paintings by masters."
"This painter. Fang Tian? I haven't heard of it!"
Lin Yuan smiled and shook his head: "This painting doesn't give me the feeling of painting, but the author is painting himself. Maybe he experienced something in his childhood?"
"Oh~~" Huang Jiao nodded thoughtfully. Judging from her appearance, she probably didn't understand.
The middle-aged woman looked at Lin Yuan in surprise: "Young man, can you tell?"
Huang Jiao asked doubtfully: "Sister, did you draw this painting?"
"No, no, I just saw my lost child in this painting."
"Although more than 20 years have passed, this painting really looks like her when she was a child."
Hearing this, Lin Yuan understood everything instantly.
No wonder the woman was so devoted to the painting.
She was not looking at the painting, but her own child.
Huang Jiao replied apologetically: "I'm sorry, big sister."
"It's okay~~" The middle-aged woman smiled bitterly and shook her head. She looked at Lin Yuan, then looked at the child in the painting again, and said to herself: "If he was still with me now, he should be about the same age as you."
"I blame myself. When he was three years old, I took him to the market to play. I bargained with the boss for a 2 yuan item. In the blink of an eye, the child disappeared."
"I have been looking for him for 20 years! ! A full 20 years! I don't know if he is still in this world now, and whether he is living well."
Lin Yuan sighed helplessly after hearing this.
This is the hateful thing about human traffickers!
In his eyes, children are just commodities to make money. It's no big deal if they are kidnapped.
But in the eyes of the children's parents, they are their dearest flesh and blood.
How many people would rather die than let their children live.
This is the blood inheritance that has been passed down in the hearts of the Chinese people.
However, the law has too low a sentence for those human traffickers.
Even if many human traffickers are caught, they will be released after serving a few years in prison at most.
What's funny is that the human traffickers have been released after serving their sentences, but the children have not been found.
The victims are still being victimized, but the perpetrators have successfully cleaned themselves up, which is nonsense.
Huang Jiao is a girl after all, and she is also at an emotional age. She took the initiative to help the middle-aged woman up and comforted her: "He must be still here, and he must be living well."
"Sister, do you have a photo of your son? Show me, and I'll help you send it to my school group later, maybe they know him."
The woman nodded repeatedly when she heard this: "Yes, thank you, you are a good girl."
After that, she took out a photo that had already been patinated from her pocket, which showed the appearance of a three-year-old child.
"I always carry this photo with me, for fear of missing any chance to meet."
But Huang Jiao looked at the photo of the child, her expression drooped, and she smiled bitterly and replied: "Sister. This... is too small, there is no way to compare."
The woman smiled awkwardly: "There is no way, the child was this big when he was lost, and only this photo is the closest."
"Ah this..." Huang Jiao looked at Lin Yuan helplessly, not knowing what to say.
Lin Yuan smiled and shook his head, sighed: "Forget it, I'll help you."
When these words came out, the woman and Huang Jiao were stunned.
I couldn't help but look at him, with doubts in my eyes.
Lin Yuan picked up the photo and took a look, and explained lightly: "The current AI technology can actually deduce the changes of children from childhood to old age."
"It's just that the accuracy is a bit low, because it is not certain what the child has experienced over the years, so there will be a big difference in the face."
"But one thing that remains unchanged is that the child's bones are fixed. I can try to help you draw what he looks like now."