The sin of wearing a crown

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

The attentive countess noticed Lin En's inadvertent surprise at a glance. After all, they were both sleeping with each other. She knew in her heart what a word, a look, and an expression meant. If a woman sleeps with you for a while but doesn't understand what your expressions and actions mean, then she definitely doesn't care about you, and the same goes for men.

The young gentleman quickly adjusted.

"One thing, I don't think I am as bright as a saint. In the painting, I emphasize a very pleasing beauty, and just looking at it gives me a sense of fascination." This is not modesty, Lin En has always been I don't think he's a flashy guy, especially after he decided to make a cake.

He knows better than anyone what the consequences of doing this will be.

"Sometimes, I still see it."

The beautiful woman happily rubbed Lin En's little head. In the eyes of lovers, this was the occasional shyness of young people. In her opinion, the man she loved was already very good, and he was still climbing to a higher place. She could see clearly from the sidelines, and no one knew him better than her.

The two people had a sweet atmosphere of intimacy, and they were crazily stuffing cold dog food into their mouths at the people around them. The pair of beauties were surprisingly well-matched.

Dog food is being distributed, and some people can’t wait to bid.

"For 100 gold pounds, I want to buy this painting."

A businessman who was trying to pick up the leak was the first to exit and made an offer to the poor painter Worden. This 100 gold pounds was an astronomical figure to him before. Maybe the money he had spent since childhood was not this much. This blockbuster painter is still immersed in the artwork he created.

"100 gold pounds? Barbarians from the north don't understand the value of art."

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

"I'll pay 300 gold pounds."

"This is the first painting that made this master famous. I am willing to pay a premium of 500 gold pounds and invite you to come to my residence to discuss the painting techniques."

“On behalf of the Venus Art Museum, I hope to collect this painting so that countless people can see it.”

"No, I can't accept it..." This was a vampire who was looking at him from a distance. He wanted to capture the Woden painter and order him to paint a portrait of himself, which would be better than Lynn's. , but the next one to be painted is Amiste, and he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship yet.

"1,000 gold pounds!"

The person who shouted out this price was the son of the Labor Party. This handsome and masculine gentleman held a wine glass and raised his glass to Linn from a distance. Obviously, he paid this price not for the painting or the painter.

"Aha~~ The moon or the sixpence?" The Countess held Lin En's arm, and the beautiful woman in palace attire was teasing him with her soft and tender touch.

After the success, pies that were enough to knock people out were thrown at them. Worden's originally pale face suddenly became extremely rosy, and he grinned as if he was suffering from hysteria. It was as if he could reach wealth and fame with his hands, which he had never dreamed of in the past. Everything will come automatically, as long as he nods and sells the painting...

This scene happened to fall into Lin En's eyes.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was too easy to destroy a person. As long as he held him high, and there was no sound of advice in the surrounding environment, but only praise, this person would soon be destroyed. Develop a giant baby in character. This is also why idols, anchors, authors and the like who are raised by fans tend 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 suddenly his eyes met Linn in the painting, he couldn't help but froze.

"Gentlemen, I am a low-class man."

Woden's voice was not loud, but his words were very clear. The bidding and criticism around him slowly stopped.

"I am a low-class, underappreciated country bumpkin. I can stand here because of the kindness of Lord Raphael. Anyone can come in and show themselves. Thank you to Lord Raphael. I can complete this painting because of Lin Mr. En is kind, he is my benefactor!”

When someone helps someone, they have a conscience and want to repay it. Who in this world doesn’t want other people to become kind?

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

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

These words won warm applause, and the praise was like a flood 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 be written and published in newspapers as short stories, and clever novelists have begun to record it.

"It seems that the bright moon is more attractive." The Countess said with a sweet smile while applauding, and Lin En's kindness was rewarded accordingly.

“Sometimes you can get sixpence by looking at the moon and I’m glad I proved it.”

Lin En muttered at first and said 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 requires making trade-offs between ideals and life, but it does not mean that you completely lose the qualification to pursue your ideals.

Even prisoners in prison have the right to choose whether to look up at the stars or down at the soil.

"This is the first portrait in my life. It is so exquisite that I am not willing to use money to measure its personal significance to me. I decided to collect it and not give it up to you." Lin Enju Holding the wine glass, he said politely that he really didn't want to let this painting go out.

Mainly because I feel a little uncomfortable.

Wu Chang donated it to the exhibition, but Lin En would rather take it back and lick her eldest sister's head. Sold at a high price, he felt sick and sick at the thought of someone, he didn't know whether he was a man or a woman, doing indescribable things to his paintings.

not to mention.

The faint outline of the black shadow behind this painting always made Linn feel a little prickly. When it came to the Black Holy Grail, he still treated it with the utmost caution. No matter whether he held the painting, framed it or secretly burned it, it all mattered. own things.

In the eyes of others, what Lin En meant was that art cannot be measured by money. This also won him a wave of praise and applause from those who were not short of money. When money became a number, they You need to use other things to show off your nobility, and art is one of them.

Lynn's portrait was finished, and Amiste was very satisfied with it, looking forward to how beautiful the portrait of herself and her lover would be as a couple.

As soon as the young gentleman retreated, the son of the Labor Party came over with a wine glass.