Three years later

Metropolitan Museum of America

Zhong Yue stood in front of the closet of the Dadu Museum, looking at the forty-three lines of "Ling Fei Jing" displayed in the middle. He entered the harmonious holy realm three years ago, and this time he was invited to do an art exhibition. Looking at the works with beautiful handwriting in the window, the system's voice sounded for a long time.

"The system checks one volume of the forty-three lines of the "Lingfei Jing" and is it included?"

Zhong Yue smiled knowingly but did not answer.

"Hey, Zhong. So you're here."

Zhong Yue turned around and saw the dark-skinned black American young man, and said, "Well, visit."

The man said in unstandard Chinese: "I thought you were going where you went. What are you looking at?"

Zhong Yue pointed to the work in the window and smiled and said, "It. Our national calligraphy works."

"Oh, a great work. Unfortunately, I can't make the decision, otherwise I'll give it to you."

Zhong Yue smiled. Now, it is optional for him to collect the entire volume of the Lingfei Sutra, but he said: "Ham, if you can contact the curator here, please tell him. The remaining fragments of the Lingfei Sutra are in my hands. If you are interested in the joint exhibition, we can talk about it."

"In... in your hands?"

"Yes."

Ham said with a little surprised look: "Okay, I'll give it a try. Now, Zhong, hurry up and go there. The people from the International Painting Federation are waiting for you to give your award speech."

Zhong Yue followed Ham toward the venue next to him. Although Zhong Yue, who has lived in Xiaohe Mountain in recent years, has not had many activities, but has produced many works, some of which have received praise from the international community and is known as a revival giant in the contemporary painting world.

The gate of the venue was opened, and painters from all over the world sitting in the venue saw this magical and mysterious young man with oriental characteristics, and began to applaud and welcome him. The applause lasted for a long time.

Zhong Yue's pace was steady, just like Mount Tai collapsed before his appearance remained unchanged.

"Thank you for your welcome. First of all, I'm honored to win this International Art Achievement Award, but I think it's too early to win this award, after all, I'm only twenty-five years old."

The people below looked at Zhong Yue who was chatting and laughing on the stage in surprise, showing a shock.

At the age of twenty-five, he won this gold medal and was indeed a genius in painting. Of course, there are also many genius artists who showed amazing artistic abilities in their youth, such as Leonardo da Vinci and Dürer.

"Some people say that our era, after the fall of the masters in the twentieth century, was an era of art descent. I think art will never sink, and its form of existence will always be something that critics who only have a vision to show cannot capture. I think I will only say more about art, or painting, because it is useless to say more. If real artistic creation can be summarized in words, then what do the artist's hands and brushes do?"

A burst of laughter broke out in the venue, and they were all infected by Zhong Yue's humorous and witty language.

"What I want to say is the sense of mission that an artist needs to have. Art is not a skill, but a confession of true sentiment. If even art needs to be false, then the word "art" is ashamed of the word "art". So I think as an art practitioner, the word "real" is the mission and glory we bear on our shoulders!"

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Fifth Street is clean and clean

Gu Qin was taking Huang Youwei and a group of young sisters to "shop" in the mall.

"Sister Gu, I think this bag is suitable for you."

"Is that right? No, this color is too bright and suitable for you little girls. I am all the mother of the child. This color is really unstoppable."

Huang Youwei hung the bright yellow shoulder bag for Gu Qin, then pushed it to the mirror and said, "How could it be? Look, it looks so beautiful."

"Is that right?" Although it was not suitable for it, the satisfied smile still betrayed Gu Qin.

"Hey, Gu Qin, come and see."

Gu Qin turned his head and frowned, "What's going on? Speak softly. When the Americans hear it, they all think that we Chinese are so incompetent."

The waiter bent down in fluent Chinese, said, "It's okay. This is a shopping place specially provided for Chinese consumers."

"Gu Qin, come and see."

Gu Qin looked at the accompanying sister standing by the window and shouting. He originally agreed to come to the United States for vacation with Zhong Yue, but when he got there, Zhong Yue let go, and was taken by these little sisters, and became a shopping and consumption.

Gu Qin walked to the window and looked at the busy streets under the tall buildings, "There is nothing, what's the fuss?"

"No, look at the largest advertising screen."

Gu Qin raised his head and looked at the screen on the corner of the street. The style of the painting was familiar. Looking at the beautiful figure in the painting that looked very similar to her, it seemed that this painting was painted a year ago when she had given birth to a baby. She was a little overjoyed and stroked her cheek with her hands, "Is this a shame that I am not as good as before?"

"Gu Qin, I'm so envious of having such an excellent husband."

Gu Qin raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just that. This painting is not very good..."

He said that, but he still took out his cell phone and kept taking pictures of the corner building.

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Two hours later

Ouyang Ming was covered in shopping bags and he struggled to hold his cell phone with his neck, "William, Brother Yue, have you come or not? My hand is almost broken. Your wife, little sister, and my wife. These three women are almost emptying the mall. If you don't come, I will leave it alone."

Zhong Yue looked at Ouyang Ming in the distance and said, "Where are they? Why are you the only one who is stupid and carrying so many things?"

"How do I know? They said they went to the toilet, but it was already an hour ago and they didn't answer the phone. They must be spending again."

Zhong Yue sighed, walked across the zebra crossing, looked at Ouyang Ming's father's virtue, and said, "You think, are we two being mean? If you had known, I would have said that we would have come to the United States to do business. We have to take care of our family."

Ouyang Ming was almost crying and said, "Brother Yue, you finally understand. I was hiding my own jokes from the left and right. Okay, my sister-in-law leaked it with a call. You are doing yourself."

Zhong Yue helped put the shopping bags in the trunk and said, "Where are you going to go later?"

"What do you know about these aunts' plans?"

Zhong Yue looked at the clothes and bags in the shopping bag, and there was actually a bottle...
Chapter completed!