Hospital No. 444

City W, Jiulin Art Museum.

Dai Ming looked at a painting on display in the art gallery.

These are paintings by a group of emerging domestic painters, mostly Western paintings. This art exhibition is mainly to encourage young writers, but because of the lack of celebrity effect, there are obviously many fewer people. In other words, when people see foreign names, they think they belong to "masterpieces". If you are an unknown writer, you will subconsciously feel that your work is full of flaws.

This is Dai Ming's second time here. The last time he came, he remembered that TV reporters came here to report.

Jiulin Art Museum is the largest art museum in W City.

To hold an art exhibition here, it is impossible to spend money. You must have a high degree of artistic attainments.

Dai Ming scanned the venue in front of him. He was fascinated by these Western paintings.

Growing up, his favorite class was art class.

At that time, classmates in the class would always gather behind him to admire his paintings.

All kinds of kind words are commonplace for him.

"Dai Ming is really a genius..."

"My God, the painting is so good..."

"Dai Ming, tell the teacher the truth, no one really taught you? If so, you must study art! This is what you were born to eat!"

Dai Ming walked step by step, and because he was so absorbed in watching, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"sorry!"

Dai Ming looked to his side, but was stunned.

It was a curly-haired woman dressed very fashionably, and the reason why Dai Ming was stunned was because she was so beautiful. She probably only wore a little makeup on her face, but she had a pretty face that was completely different from the face of an internet celebrity.

"It doesn't matter." The woman looked at the painting Dai Ming admired just now, "Do you like realistic Western paintings?"

"It can be said that... I can't understand those highly accomplished abstract Western paintings."

"Is that so?" The woman nodded and said, "Actually, I am the same."

"Realistic paintings?"

"To be precise, I don't like abstract paintings. Many people's concept of Western art is often a bunch of paintings with incomprehensible content. I don't want to paint such works."

"Are you also a painter?"

"It doesn't really count. It's not our main business. We can't make much money. Just take your time and take your time. This exhibition will be dismantled soon."

She obviously didn't want to talk about this topic with strangers. After saying this, she left the exhibition hall.

Looking at the woman's back, Dai Ming was a little confused.

What exactly does she mean?

Afterwards, Dai Ming continued to look at these paintings.

He walked to the last exhibition hall.

Dai Ming walked slowly and looked over one by one.

while walking……

Dai Ming suddenly stopped in front of one of the paintings.

He looked at the painting in front of him in disbelief, his eyes wide open with a horrified expression.

"Impossible...this is impossible!"

Behind Dai Ming, several people stopped to look at the painting and talked in low voices.

"This painting is too..."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This should be art."

"But the painting is too realistic."

Dai Ming couldn't help but walked up and stretched out his hands to touch the painting.

"Sir! Sir!"

At this time, the security guard rushed up and stopped Dai Ming!

"Sir, you can take pictures of our paintings here, but you must not touch them!" If the security guard hadn't stopped him quickly, Dai Ming's hand would have touched him.

Dai Mingzai carefully distinguished the paintings in front of him: "It's so similar... exactly the same..."

However, in the introduction of the painting, there is no name of the painting or the identity of the author.

Then, he immediately looked at the security guard and said loudly: "Who is the author of this painting? Can you help me contact him?"

The security guard became confused and asked: "Are you a collector? Want to buy paintings? But the paintings in this exhibition hall are not for sale. Besides, I am a security guard, how do I know the painter's contact information?"

Dai Ming could not care about so much and insisted: "I must see this painter. Is there any way to contact him?"

"I really don't know about this... In this case, you can go to our library office on the third floor, and you may be able to contact the author there."

Dai Ming finally calmed down.

OK...go to the library office!

"Okay, thank you."

Jiulin Art Museum, third floor, library management office.

Dai Ming gently opened the door and looked at the office with more than ten people in front of him.

"Sir, what can I do?"

A female clerk stood up and asked.

"That's right," Dai Ming walked in and closed the door gently, "I just saw a painting downstairs... Well, for some reason, I want to contact the author of the painting."

"Are you going to buy a painting?"

"No, it's not, that's a painting not for sale in the exhibition hall."

Even if he wanted to buy them, he couldn't afford them. Although they were only works by some emerging painters, these paintings were sky-high prices for him.

"I'm sorry, we can't provide you with the contact information of the artist. If you simply appreciate the painting and have anything to say to the artist, you can leave a message on the official website of this exhibition in our art museum. But you have to hurry up, this time The exhibition displays works by a new generation of domestic painters, but the response is not particularly enthusiastic. The exhibition will be dismantled in two days. After the exhibition is dismantled, I will no longer be able to comment."

"I, I have something to say to him... I can only say it to the painter."

"This is more troublesome. Sir, if you want to buy a painting, maybe I can help you contact us. If you don't even give us a reason, it will be difficult for us to do it."

reason……

Can Dai Ming tell me the reason?

This is a secret that has been buried in his heart for many years.

The other party will probably think that he is mentally unstable.

Dai Ming thought for a while and said, "Or, can you convey a message to the painter? After hearing this, maybe he will be willing to take the initiative to meet with me."

The clerks in the office all looked over.

A young man in a suit came over and said, "Sir, what is your name?"

"My...my last name is Dai. Dai from Charles de Gaulle."

"That's right, Mr. Dai." The young man handed Dai Ming a business card, "My surname is Han, and I am the planner and person in charge of this exhibition at the art museum. Do you particularly like this painting?"

like?

"Perhaps you could tell me which painting it is?"

"The painting in the K12 exhibition hall has no name and the author is not signed, but the painting is..."

"I know which one it is."

Manager Han's expression changed slightly.

Obviously, this is the only painting that is unsigned by both the work and the author.

"Mr. Dai, what do you want to say to the author? Let me convey it to you. Or do you have any special requests?"

Dai Ming thought for a moment, lowered his voice, and said something in a voice that only he and Manager Han could hear.

After hearing those words, Manager Han showed a rather astonished expression.

"this……"

"My mobile phone number is..." After Dai Ming gave his contact information, he bowed to Manager Han, "Manager Han, please help me convey this to this painter, thank you!"

Manager Han took out his mobile phone, wrote down Dai Ming's mobile phone number, and said helplessly: "Then... okay."

"Thank you...thank you..."

After Dai Ming walked out, a clerk next to him came over and said, "Manager, what did he just say to you?"

"Manager, do you really plan to contact the author?"

Manager Han looked at the number on the phone screen and said: "The response to this art exhibition was far less than the curator expected. The exhibition is about to be dismantled. The number of people coming to see the exhibition is getting fewer and fewer day by day, and not many paintings have been sold. I I wonder if this person might be the son of a private collector, and he might want to bypass the art museum and buy paintings directly from the author."

"I can't see it?"

"Anyway, this is nothing to lose to us. I organized this exhibition, and I'm not willing to let it end like this. Forget it... just try our luck."

Dai Ming walked out of the art museum with excitement, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey, Dai Lin...can you come out and play skewers tonight? I'm treating you!"