"You look surprised? Is this painting beyond your imagination?"

The attentive countess saw Lynn's inadvertent surprise at a glance. After all, she was the person by her bedside, and she knew exactly what a word, a look, and an expression meant. If a woman has slept with you for a while and doesn't understand what your expressions and movements mean, then she doesn't care about you, and the same goes for men.

The little gentleman quickly adjusted.

"One thing, I don't think I'm so bright as a saint. I emphasize a very pleasing beauty in the painting, and just looking at it makes me feel fascinated and intoxicated." This is not modesty, Lynn has always been Didn't feel like a flashy guy, especially after he decided to make cakes.

He knew better than anyone what the consequences of his actions would be.

"Sometimes, I still see it."

The beautiful woman happily rubbed Lynn's little head, which, in the eyes of her lover, was the occasional timidity of the young man. In her opinion, the man she loves is already very good, and he is still climbing towards a higher place. She is observing clearly next to him, and no one will know Mr. Xiao better than her.

The two people have a sweet atmosphere of intimacy, and they frantically stuff cold dog food into their mouths to the people around them. A pair of jade people is a surprisingly good match.

Dog food is being distributed, and someone can't wait to bid.

"For £100, I want to buy this painting."

A businessman who was trying to pick up the leak took the lead and made an offer to the poor and sour painter Woden. This 100 gold pounds was an astronomical figure for him before, and it may not have been that much when he was a child. This blockbuster painter was still immersed in his own artwork.

"One hundred pounds? Barbarians from the north don't know the value of art."

A man with a cigar in his hand raised his hand with a sneer.

"I'll pay 300 pounds."

"This is the first work that this master became famous for. I am willing to pay a premium of 500 gold pounds. Please come to my mansion to discuss the painting techniques together."

"On behalf of the Venus Art Museum, I hope to collect this painting for countless people to watch."

"No, I can't accept it..." This is a vampire who is looking at it from a distance. He kind of wants to capture this Warden artist and order him to paint a portrait of himself, which is better than Lynn's one. , but the next one to be painted is Amiste, who doesn't want to ruin their friendship yet.

"1000 gold pounds!"

It was the son of the Labour Party who called out the price. This handsome and masculine gentleman raised a glass to Lynn from a distance. Obviously, he was not paying this price for the painting or the painter.

"Aha~~Is the moon or sixpence?" The countess held Lynn's arm, and the beautiful woman in the palace dress was teasing him with her soft and tender touch.

After the success, the pies that were enough to stun people were thrown over, and Worden's pale face instantly became extremely rosy, as if he was suffering from hysteria. Anything that comes to him will come over automatically, as long as he nods his head and sells the painting...

This scene happened to fall into Lynn's eyes.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's too easy to destroy a person. As long as he is held high, there is not a trace of persuasion in the surrounding environment. After all the praise, this person will soon be destroyed. Develop a giant baby in character. This is why it is easy for idols, anchors, authors and the like raised by fans to say things that others seem to have no brains. After all, it is not easy to be sober in the world.

When Worden turned his head and his eyes met Lynn in the painting, he couldn't help but stop.

"Gentlemen, I am an inferior."

Worden's voice was not loud, but his words were very clear, and the surrounding voices of bidding and criticism slowly stopped.

"I am a low-class, underappreciated hillbilly. I can stand here because of the kindness of Lord Raphael, anyone can come in and show themselves, thank you Lord Raphael. I was able to complete this painting because of Lin Mr. En is kind, he is my benefactor!"

When you are helped by others, you have a conscience and hope in return. Who doesn’t want others in this world to be kind?

The words of this poor and sour painter made everyone in the salon sigh, probably knowing what kind of decision he was going to make.

"I decided to give it to Mr. Lynn! He is the real owner of this painting!"

These words won warm applause, and the praise was like a tide to this poor but not despicable gentleman. Although he was indeed a country bumpkin, at this moment his soul was as noble as a gentleman. Everything that happened today can already be published in the newspaper as a short story, and the smart family has begun to record it.

"It seems that the bright moon is more attractive." The countess smiled while applauding, and Lynn's kindness was rewarded accordingly.

"Sometimes you can get sixpence by looking at the moon~lightnovelpub.net~I'm glad I proved it."

At first, Lynn pondered something that most people didn't understand, but those who heard the brief story of [The Moon and Sixpence] understood what he meant. Sometimes, living in this world, ideals and life have to make a choice, but it does not mean that you completely lose the qualification to pursue ideals.

Even prisoners in prisons are entitled to choose between looking up at the stars or looking down at the dirt.

"This is the first portrait painting in my life. He is so exquisite. I don't want to use money to measure its personal meaning to me. I decided to keep it and not give it to you." With a glass of wine, he said politely, he really didn't want to let this painting go.

Mainly because I was a little nervous.

Impermanence donated it to the exhibition, and Lynn would rather take it back to the eldest sister to lick her head. It was sold at a high price, and the thought of someone who didn't know whether it was a man or a woman did something indescribable to his paintings, he felt sick to his stomach.

not to mention.

The faint silhouette of the black shadow behind this painting made Lynn feel a little thorn in his heart. He still used the utmost caution when it came to the Black Holy Grail. No matter how the painting was held by himself, whether it was framed or secretly burned, it would be the same. own business.

In the eyes of others, what Lynn means is that art cannot be measured by money, which also won him a wave of praise and applause from those who are not poor. When money becomes a number, they will Need to use other things to flaunt their nobility, art is one of them.

Lynn's portrait was finished, and Amiste was very pleased with it, looking forward to how beautiful the portraits of herself and her crush would be.

As soon as the little gentleman stepped back, the son of the Labour Party came over with a glass of wine.