Chapter 179 Three-year-old painting

Chapter 179 Three-year-old painting

"Okay!" Lin Yuan drove his Wuling Hongguang directly to the art exhibition without any ink marks.

It's not far away, it takes more than 20 minutes to get there.

After getting off the bus, what you see is a huge square.

There is a bird's nest-shaped building in the center of the square, which seems to be three or four stories high.

The fountain at the door had already been turned on, and various social figures were dressed up and walking on the red carpet.

At the end of the red carpet is the entrance to the exhibition, with several posters next to it.

Some of them introduced the painter, and some introduced the organizer of this event.

Under Huang Jiao's guidance, several people came to the entrance, briefly registered their information, and walked into the art exhibition hall together.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the artistic atmosphere, and the smell of various ink paintings and oil paintings filled the entire exhibition.

The walls are covered with all kinds of paintings, some realistic and some abstract.

There are Chinese paintings, gouache, sketches, sketches, oil paintings, illustrations, fine brushwork, etc.

All in all, the paintings here look dazzling.

There are people standing in front of many paintings. Some are admiring it alone, while others are gathering in groups to discuss. One of the oil paintings is crowded with people, vying to appreciate it frame by frame.

With the help 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 insiders watch the door.

After a brief walk around, I found that there were only a few that I could see.

I don’t know what these people are talking about when they are gathered together?

It’s really about not being embarrassed yourself, it’s others who are embarrassed.

Seeing Lin Yuan's lack of interest, Huang Jiao took the initiative and asked with a smile: "Lin Yuan, can you draw?"

Lin Yuan smiled and nodded: "Yes!"

"Really! These paintings are all master-level. We have to take a closer look. It would be great if I could reach this level one day."

Seeing Huang Jiao's eager look, Lin Yuan smiled faintly: "You can do it."

Huang Jiao was as happy as a child after receiving recognition from her idol.

He was bouncing when he walked.

Lin Yuan just felt a little bored after walking around for a while. He already regretted coming to this art exhibition.

Just when he reached the end.

An oil painting of figures suddenly attracted his attention.

It was placed in a very remote location, in a very narrow corner.

But this cannot cover up its painting skills and the agility and emotional expression of the characters.

There is neither a beautiful woman nor a handsome boy in the painting, just an ordinary little boy.

His eyes were longing, but also full of despair. It's hard to imagine the author's mood when he created it.

Such a painting can definitely be regarded as the 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, strength was not all that mattered. Humanity and sophistication were also important.

It just surprised him.

In addition to him taking a fancy to this painting, there was also a middle-aged woman who was also appreciating the painting carefully.

The look in his eyes seemed like he was melting into it, completely immersed in it.

If you look closely, you can even see a trace of tears in her eyes.

It gives the impression that she is not looking at a painting, but like she is looking at a person!

Huang Jiao did not notice this situation, and 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 these words came out, the middle-aged woman suddenly came back to her senses, wiped her tears, turned her head and smiled awkwardly.

Lin Yuan smiled and nodded in response, and said lightly: "This painting should be the best painting in the exhibition today."

"Ah?" Huang Jiao was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief: "Isn't it possible? Those paintings outside are all paintings by masters."

"This painter, Fang Tian? Never heard of it!"

Lin Yuan smiled and shook his head: "This painting doesn't feel like painting to me, but the author is painting himself. Maybe he experienced something in his childhood?"

"Oh" Huang Jiao nodded thoughtfully. Looking at her like that, 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 paint this painting?"

"No, I just saw my lost child in this painting."

"Although it has been more than twenty years, this painting really looks like she was when she was a child."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan understood everything instantly.

No wonder women are so absorbed in looking at paintings.

What she was looking at was not the painting, but her own child.

Huang Jiao replied apologetically: "I'm sorry, eldest 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 is still with me now, he should be almost like you. It’s big.”

"I blame myself. When I was three years old, I took him to the market and bargained with the boss for a 2 yuan item. In the blink of an eye, the child disappeared."

"I've been looking for him for 20 years!! It's been 20 years! I don't know if he is still in this world and whether he is living a good life or not."

Lin Yuan sighed helplessly after hearing this.

This is the hateful thing about human traffickers!

In his eyes, children are just commodities that make money. If they are abducted, they are abducted. It is no big deal.

But in the eyes of the child's parents, that is their pet peeve.

How many people would rather die themselves and hope that their children can live.

This is the blood inheritance that spreads in the hearts of the Chinese people.

However, the law's sentencing for those traffickers is too low.

Even if many traffickers are caught, they will only serve a few years in jail before being released.

The funny thing is that the traffickers have all been released after serving their sentences, but the child has not been found yet.

The victim continues to be victimized, but the perpetrator has been successfully cleared. This is nonsense.

Huang Jiao was a girl after all, and she was at a sensitive age. She took the initiative to help the middle-aged woman and comforted her: "He must still be there, he must be living a good life."

"Sister, do you have a photo of your son? Show it to me. I'll send it to my school group for you later. Maybe they know each other."

The woman nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Yes, yes... thank you, you are a good girl."

After speaking, he took out a photo that had already been patinated from his pocket. It showed the appearance of a three-year-old child.

"I carry this photo with me at all times, for fear of missing any opportunity to meet."

But Huang Jiao looked at the photo of the child, her expression drooped, and she replied with a wry smile: "Sister, this... is too small, there is no way to compare."

The woman smiled awkwardly: "I can't help it. The child was so old when he was lost. Only this photo is the closest."

"Ah..." Huang Jiao glanced at Lin Yuan helplessly, not knowing what to say.

Lin Yuan smiled and shook his head, sighing: "Forget it, let me help you."

As soon as these words came out, the woman and Huang Jiao were stunned.

She couldn't help but look at him, her eyes full of doubts.

Lin Yuan picked up the photo, took a look at it, and explained calmly: "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's not certain what the child has experienced over the years, so there will be a big difference in appearance."

"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."