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Chapter 118 - 97: False Joy

Chapter 118: Chapter 97: False Joy

After rubbing the painting "Autumn Sky," Chen Feng felt very relaxed in body and mind.

Then, Chen Feng felt at ease accompanying Wu Mengting to visit other exhibition halls in the art gallery.

It was almost closing time when the two finally left the art gallery.

After taking Wu Mengting home, just before she got out of the car, she politely expressed her gratitude, "Thank you for taking me to see the exhibition, I really liked it. If we get the chance, we can go again."

"Sure, no problem."

Spending time with Wu Mengting was truly a pleasure for the heart and mind.

Because if you really got down to it, Chen Feng definitely had a soft spot for a young, beautiful, and gentle girl like her. Men are generally the same in that regard; they all like young and beautiful girls.

Chen Feng was no exception.

It’s just that he had to go "stamp attendance" by seeing paintings every day, which made it inconvenient to bring her along.

For the next few days, Chen Feng reported to the provincial art gallery every day, whether in the morning or afternoon, he went every day.

What made Chen Feng feel somewhat unsatisfied was that, after his fifth visit, the painting "Autumn Sky" could no longer put him into a trance; it could no longer bring him that comfortable feeling.

In fact, since his second visit, the benefits from this painting had been diminishing. The first time, it lasted half an hour, the second barely twenty minutes, the third less than ten, the fourth roughly five or six minutes. Its endurance was waning; by the fifth time, it was just feeble...

Not durable at all!

Chen Feng felt somewhat helpless about this, but after all, he was freeloading, so he couldn’t say that Song Yi’s work was nowhere near as good as the masterpiece by Wang Yi.

The "Lanting Preface" had immersed him for nearly two hours the first time, whereas "Autumn Sky" only lasted half an hour; this was a fourfold difference.

Not having freeloaded successfully on the fifth visit, Chen Feng for the first time looked at the painting seriously and in detail. Although he didn’t understand art, he had figured out some principles in the past few days.

That was, paintings that could put him into a trance were definitely good works, the crystallization of the artists’ hearts and wisdom. Moreover, compared to their other works that couldn’t put him into trance, these must be somewhat better.

Maybe it was psychological, but now when Chen Feng carefully scrutinized the "Autumn Sky" again, he always felt it wasn’t as attractive as the first time he saw it.

On the surface, the painting hadn’t changed at all.

But Chen Feng knew that he had absorbed something intrinsic from the painting.

He had been pondering over the past few days about his trance and the pleasing changes it brought to his mind and body.

He felt that the reason he went into a trance, into that dizzy state, must have something to do with absorbing some sort of invisible energy from the paintings, or maybe his body’s magnetic field was attracted to the magnetic fields of these miraculous paintings, creating a sort of magnetic resonance.

In short, through such interaction, Chen Feng was definitely the beneficiary.

If he had indeed absorbed some mysterious energy from "Autumn Sky," causing the painting to lose some of its "vital essence" and affect its artistic and commercial value, Chen Feng actually felt a bit remorseful inside.

He had always been honest since childhood, never one to take advantage of others. Now that he had taken such a big advantage, he started feeling a bit uneasy.

So, after returning home, Chen Feng still called Lei Man, Song Yi’s agent.

Chen Feng sincerely offered to buy the painting for four million, equivalent to nearly 600,000 US dollars.

But Lei Man hesitated only slightly before refusing Chen Feng’s offer.

Chen Feng felt helpless about this; he really didn’t want to freeload, but their asking price was just too high.

After this phone call, Chen Feng felt at ease. He had given them a chance; he genuinely didn’t want to take advantage of them, but since they had refused an offer of nearly 600,000 US dollars, there was nothing more he could do.

Back at East Lake Villa, Chen Feng looked at "Lanting Preface," sure enough, he couldn’t enter a trance.

It wasn’t because he had drained "Lanting Preface," but because now he could only enter a trance once a day.

After that, he could only wait until the next day.

At least, that was the situation Chen Feng had tested every day up to this point.

The painting "Autumn Sky" was already useless, and the "Lanting Preface" at home was also nearing its end. The last time he looked at it at home, he could only stay in a trance for about ten minutes.

If he did it one or two more times, it might not have any effect.

Therefore, Chen Feng urgently needed to find the next painting.

Previously, Director Huang from the provincial art gallery had helped introduce him to many artists, and in recent days, Chen Feng had visited several artists living in the city, including three calligraphers and five painters.

Chen Feng had visited them all to see their works, but unfortunately, not a single one of their works met Chen Feng’s criteria.

Of course, Chen Feng was somewhat disappointed.

But he still had to make these visits since his supply was running out.

However, before running out completely, Chen Feng felt that he should go to the hospital for another body check.

After all, he had been in surprisingly good health these past days, to the point that Xiao Ya, with whom he was living, was a bit afraid of his condition.

He was somewhat hopeful for a miraculous improvement in his terminal illness but also feared being disappointed again.

So, he had been putting it off these past few days.

But Chen Feng knew that he needed to get a definitive result.

Otherwise, he would be even more troubled inside.

Thus, that afternoon, Chen Feng went to the best hospital in the province.