Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 438: Does a Country Bumpkin Understand Art?

Min Zhiheng smiled and said, "Wow, so that's how it is. Then this hairpin must have a very special meaning to you, right?"

Shang Qing nodded gently, a glimmer of happiness in her eyes, "Well, it is indeed very important to me."

Seeing this, Min Zhiheng handed the hairpin back to Shang Qing and said with a smile, "This hairpin is really nice. If you are interested in design, you might want to develop in this direction."

Shang Qing smiled a little embarrassedly, "I just drew it casually, it's not that impressive."

Her modesty made Min Zhiheng like her even better.

It is important for a person to know himself. This sentence is a truth that Shang Qing firmly believes in.

Min Zhiheng is naturally not the kind of person who talks nonsense.

The reason why he said this was because he had personally witnessed the clothing designs drawn by Shang Qing and the final products.

It was precisely because of this that, when he saw the exquisite and unique hairpin in his hand, he had no doubt about Shang Qing's talent in jewelry design.

If Shang Qing was really his sister, then there was no doubt that her mother would do her utmost to cultivate her and allow her talents to be fully developed.

However, if she is not Min Zhiheng's biological sister...

Then letting her mother discover her talent and take her in as her only apprentice seems to be a pretty good choice.

In this way, Min Zhiheng had unknowingly considered every aspect of Shang Qing's future.

The car slowly stopped in front of the exhibition entrance.

Shang Qing originally thought that Min Zhiheng would produce an invitation letter or other proof like everyone else.

However, the facts were completely beyond her expectations.

Min Zhiheng didn't even glance at the staff. He walked straight in as if this was his own home.

Of course, Min Zhiheng did not forget Shang Qing. He still led her, who was full of curiosity, into the exhibition hall very gentlemanly.

The sunlight shines through the glass of the gallery, like a golden veil, gently falling on the exquisite paintings.

The moment Shang Qing followed Min Zhiheng into the exhibition hall, she seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and instantly entered a completely different world.

Moving forward, Shang Qing was deeply fascinated by one work after another.

Her eyes sparkled with surprise and love. Sometimes she stopped to stare, and sometimes she tilted her head slightly to think, as if she was having a conversation with the soul behind the painting.

Seeing that the girl really liked these paintings, Min Zhiheng smiled.

Thinking about what he was about to do, he looked at Zheng Shangqing a little embarrassedly: "Sister Qingqing, I have something to do. You take care of it first, I'll be back soon."

Shang Qing certainly had no objection to Min Zhiheng's temporary departure. She smiled and nodded, "Brother Zhiheng, go ahead. I can look after it myself."

Min Zhiheng hurried away.

Shang Qing just glanced at the direction he ran away, and then stopped paying attention to him, instead becoming immersed in each painting.

The brilliant colors and delicate brushstrokes seemed to be an invisible force pulling her into the world of the painting.

Time passed quietly, but Shang Qing was unaware of it.

Shang Qing was strolling through the exhibition hall filled with paintings, and her footsteps inadvertently stopped in front of a portrait.

The characters in the painting are lifelike, especially the eyes, which instantly captured Shang Qing's soul as if by magic.

Those eyes were deep and distant, as if they contained endless stories.

The color of the eyes is like the deep night sky, revealing mystery and loneliness.

Looking closely, there seemed to be a vortex flowing in the eyes.

Circle after circle, it captured Shang Qing's attention, making her unable to look away.

Shang Qing was shocked, and an indescribable throbbing surged in his heart.

As she stared longer, a feeling of sadness slowly seeped out from the painting and penetrated into her heart.

The sorrow seemed to come from the depths of distant times, carrying with it unspeakable sadness and helplessness.

She seemed to be able to see the sorrows that the person in the painting had experienced, and the pain was transmitted to her through those eyes as if it were real.

Shang Qing's heartbeat involuntarily quickened and her breathing became rapid.

She stood blankly in front of the painting, her mind blank, only the sorrow brought by those eyes occupied all her senses.

These eyes seemed to open a door to another world, behind which was full of sadness and vicissitudes.

Shang Qing was caught up in it without any preparation and couldn't extricate herself.

It seemed as if the soul was being tightly grasped by these eyes, sinking continuously into the abyss of sorrow.

"Hello, can I buy this painting?" Shang Qing couldn't help but ask the staff.

"Hello, these are not for sale." The staff did not laugh at Shang Qing for not understanding, but answered very politely.

Shang Qing nodded. It was impossible not to feel disappointed.

She sighed softly, her heart full of regret.

She walked back to the picture and looked at it carefully.

Even if she cannot possess it, this encounter with the painting is enough to become a precious memory in her heart.

"Hey, a country bumpkin knows how to paint?"

A sharp voice broke the quiet environment and also broke the tranquility and intoxication in Shang Qing's heart.

Shang Qing really wanted to roll her eyes.

Anyone who is immersed in the beautiful artistic conception of a painting will not be in a good mood if their tranquility is broken by such a discordant sound.

Shang Qing frowned slightly and glanced at Lu Yuxi, who had a sarcastic smile on her face, and the follower beside her.

Ignoring it, I continued to focus on the painting in front of me.

Seeing Shang Qing ignoring her, Lu Yuxi crossed her arms, a scornful smile on her lips as she said sarcastically, "Oh, some people really think they understand art. I don't know if they're just pretending or if they really have this level of appreciation. Did one of your friends bring you in? Does your boyfriend know about this?"

Shang Qing couldn't stand it any longer after hearing the obviously slanderous and insulting words that followed: "Is there something wrong with you? You're not trying to make yourself felt. Are you really afraid that others won't pay attention to you?"

"You! You! How dare you talk to me like that!" Lu Yuxi's chest heaved with anger. She looked at the staff beside her, "Why don't you kick her out!"

"Hello, Miss Lu, this lady was just quietly appreciating the paintings and didn't do anything inappropriate. We don't have the authority to ask her to leave." The staff member smiled without any other emotion.

Lu Yuxi put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "Do you know who I am? I was personally invited by Ms. Ning. How dare you disobey me!"

Looking at Lu Yuxi's ugly and angry face, but hearing what she said, Shang Qing felt a little disappointed.

I didn’t want to get the staff into trouble and wanted to leave the area.

But it was obvious that Lu Yuxi didn't want to let Shang Qing go.