Chapter 391 Looking up at the Moon

"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 Mr. Little 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 rushed out first 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'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 as short stories in newspapers, 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 to you." Lin En said politely while holding up his wine glass. He really didn't want to give this painting away.

Mainly because he felt a little uncomfortable.

Wu Chang donated it to the exhibition, but Lin En would rather take it back to the big sister to lick it. Selling it at a high price, he felt sick when he thought of someone who was not sure whether it was a man or a woman doing something indescribable to his painting.

What's more.

The faint black shadow outline behind the painting always made Lin En feel a little bit stingy. He was still very cautious about the Black Holy Grail. No matter whether he took the painting, framed it or burned it secretly, it was his own business.

In the eyes of others, what Lin En meant by this was that art cannot be measured by money, which also won him a wave of praise and applause from these rich people. When money becomes a number, they need to use other things to show their nobility, and art is one of them.

The portrait of Lynn was finished, and Amis was very satisfied with it, looking forward to how beautiful the portrait of herself and her beloved would be.

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