C20 Unsigned Painter (1/2)

”Do you like it very much?”

Just as the little guy kept staring at the drawing, a bearded middle-aged man in his thirties or forties walked out from behind the little guy. His hair was messy and his face was dirty, but his eyes that were covered by his bangs emitted spiritual light wings.

He was dressed in a spotty white shirt, brown jute pants, and a gray apron.

But because his image was really too insecure, Xia Jinsheng hesitated on whether or not she should go up and bring her back. But very quickly, the little fellow talked happily with the painter, dispelling this thought of Xia Jinsheng's.

”Of course I like it. This grilled chicken seems to be real.” The little guy was drooling all over the ground, thinking to himself that after going back, he would ask Xia Jinsheng to buy him a roasted chicken to eat.

Xia Jinsheng almost fainted when she heard this. It was good enough for the two of them to talk about this, but now they had to make fun of the professional painters because they did not understand art.

The painter smiled. The gentleness from earlier had disappeared a lot. He no longer paid any attention to the little fellow, but instead looked past her at the painting on display.

Suddenly, the painter's pupils constricted. His eyes were filled with disbelief. His lips could not help but tremble as he panted heavily. He was most likely angered.

”How is this possible?!” ”To think that there's no signature, this is too much.”

With that, the painter began striding off to the upper control center, his movements bringing up a gust of wind.

Xia Jinsheng suspiciously looked at the painting. Indeed, it was as the painter had said, the painting did not have a name, and looking at the painter's anxious look, it could not be his, right?

She thought it was very possible.

The little guy didn't understand anything. His little eyebrows knitted together into a ”8” as he asked curiously, ”Mommy, why did that uncle leave just now?” Is he hungry and has he gone to eat? ”

She was completely convinced by the rolling brains inside her body, and even called Gu Wensheng to notify him at a much slower rate. Seeing how important the painter was to her earlier, Xia Jinsheng felt that it would be better to contact Gu Wensheng.

Gu Wensheng had helped her so much, so she should just treat it as repayment.

”Du du...”

The call never stopped, but no one picked up Gu Wensheng's phone.