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Chapter 309: Coming Over and Not Leaving

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Coming Over and Not Leaving

Besides the guests, there were quite a few staff members busy behind the scenes in the exhibition hall.

But at this moment, as the guests were about to copy the paintings, everyone tacitly kept quiet, even moving silently and lightly when necessary.

Zhang Nachuan observed the scene without saying anything and had a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Looking at the young people seriously studying the paintings, completely unaware of his entrance, he couldn’t help but nod.

In the art of calligraphy and painting, impatience is the worst enemy!

His gaze shifted and noticed someone standing by one of the tables.

He frowned slightly, and with Xu Qingmei’s expectant gaze, quietly walked over.

His footsteps were light, but Jiang Lingxi, who was applying colors, still heard it.

She even distinguished the unevenness in the steps, reminiscent of Mr. Zhang she had seen before, the owner of the footsteps became apparent without even needing to look up.

With her eyes lowered, her hand didn’t pause as she continued with another stroke.

Seeing another conspicuous character after Lu Sen was a girl, Zhang Nachuan held back the reproach he was about to utter, frowning as he pondered how to tactfully correct her, while casually glancing at the Xuan paper which already had several strokes.

However, upon this glance, the words of reprimand never came out.

He stepped forward, standing beside the table, and watched as another stroke landed on the Xuan paper.

Silence, followed by more silence!

The other party, although she approached, did not speak, and Jiang Lingxi was not in the habit of talking while painting. Thus, the elderly and the young maintained this somewhat strange state, one continuously applying strokes, mixing colors, changing brushes, while the other kept gazing at the increasingly rich Xuan paper, unmoved.

Until Qian Yaya, feeling confident after observing, turned back and inadvertently exclaimed upon seeing Mr. Zhang standing beside Jiang Lingxi’s table, finally breaking the silence in this corner.

Facing the slightly displeased gaze from the old gentleman, Qian Yaya cowered a bit, dared not stop to see how much Jiang Lingxi had painted as she passed by her table, and quickly returned to her own.

The observation room was also silent.

Xu Qingmei, watching the split screen showing the old man standing silently beside Jiang Lingxi, unintentionally quickened her finger-tapping on the table.

Why hasn’t he started reprimanding yet? What is he doing just watching Jiang Lingxi paint that chaotic mess?

A voice beside her, somewhat uncertain, spoke, "Could it be that this is..."

The sentence stopped midway, Xu Qingmei’s finger paused as she heard someone speak before her: "Mr. Li, what do you see?"

Li Wanxuan’s gaze was firmly locked on Jiang Lingxi’s split screen, watching the screen showing the white fingers holding a brush, with the tip casually landing on the Xuan paper with apparent ease but a kind of unexplainable confidence.

As the colors on the Xuan paper gradually spread, it faintly began to embody a turbulent feeling.

She moved her lips but ultimately did not voice her guess, "Let’s wait until it’s finished."

Frankly, she wasn’t sure.

After all, this painting technique is so rare, long at risk of being lost; she had only ever seen it in existing artworks, and never in person while being executed.

Xu Qingmei couldn’t resist glancing at her before looking at Mr. Zhang on the split screen still motionless by Jiang Lingxi’s side, feeling her heart sinking with no sign of initial excitement left.

As time ticked by, initially, Qian Yaya and Jing Huai were anxious, fearing Mr. Zhang would suddenly move from Jiang Lingxi’s side to theirs.

They certainly didn’t have the confidence to calmly copy paintings with Mr. Zhang’s eyes scrutinizing them.

Once they sensed that this elderly gentleman seemed not to intend to come their way, although not knowing his fixation on Jiang Lingxi, they couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Sacrificing one for the happiness of others!

Zhang Nachuan, switching his cane to another hand, was noticed by Zhang Ye, who quickly stepped forward, whispering, "Uncle, let me help you rest for a while."

Zhang Nachuan waved him off, his gaze unwavering from the Xuan paper on the table, resembling a proctor keeping a close watch, and instructed in a low voice, "Just bring me a chair."

This even made Zhang Ye glance at what Jiang Lingxi was painting that could keep his uncle enthralled.

This glance left him stunned for a moment.

Though never having studied painting or calligraphy, his uncle had bluntly told him he lacked the talent.

But having been the director of an art museum for so many years, his eyes and appreciation skills had naturally developed over time.

The painting in front of him was clearly unfinished, yet upon a glance, he felt as if layers of mist were charging towards him.

Looking at the wall’s original, the depicted ripples carried a sense of tranquility, akin to gentle water brushing over your calf.

However, this copied work in front boasted the momentum of a overwhelming wave.

Is this really a copy?

With the old man’s instructions in mind, Zhang Ye resisted the urge to continue looking, left briefly, and brought back a cushioned chair, placing it behind the old gentleman.

The sound of the chair touching the ground finally made Jiang Lingxi’s brush-washing pause, and she glanced sideways.

Zhang Nachuan just sat down, looking up coincidentally.

After the brief silent exchange, Jiang Lingxi continued washing the brush, and Zhang Nachuan settled into his spot like he intended to stay for a while.

At this point, the three people standing nearby breathed a collective sigh of relief, but couldn’t help wondering why Mr. Zhang was fixated on Jiang Lingxi.

Qian Yaya couldn’t help but feel sympathy for a few seconds; as she stepped forward to observe the original again, she daringly glanced quickly at Jiang Lingxi’s work as she passed her table.

It took just one look for her mind to go blank for a moment.

When she looked back at the original on the wall, her mind still echoed the fleeting glimpse just seen.

"Finished?"

"Yes."

A conversation so simple it was barely audible unless one was close.

Jing Huai halted his brush mid-stroke, realizing too late that a drop had landed on the empty Xuan, making his face pale.

Surely pressured by being watched, he had hastily finished; otherwise, how could he have painted so fast!

Only by thinking this could he calm himself quickly and make up for the earlier mistake, automatically tuning out Mr. Zhang’s surprisingly gentle voice.

Under the camera’s watchful eye, with Xu Qingmei observing their every move from the observation room, he must not lose!