On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

Mars didn't mind his rudeness, and repeated, "Andrew scored 41 points, and Shan Cen scored 49 points. In this competition, Shan Cen won."

He stretched out his hand to Shan Cen, "Congratulations."

Shan Cen shook hands with him, "Thank you."

Andrew didn't believe it, and said loudly: "This is impossible! I want to see the painting."

"Yes! How could Andrew lose?"

"We want to see the painting."

"Get out the painting!"

……

Mars raised his hand, and immediately someone went in and carried out the two paintings together with the easel.

Two paintings are placed together.

Andrew's painting is a forest facing a storm.

I saw thick and long lightning flashing across the dark sky, illuminating the entire night sky. The trees in the forest were tottered by the wind and rain, as if they would be uprooted in the next second. The artistic conception of the whole painting fits well with the wind 'Theme of.

Someone praised: "As expected of Andrew, the painting is very good."

"And in such a short period of time, few people can do this color application."

Compared with Andrew's, Shan Cen's looks much more ordinary, just a simple Sanshui painting.

The person who praised Andrew just now muttered, "Just this? 49 points? Isn't this just..."

The following words came to an abrupt end.

Because he found that the clouds among the mountains were slowly flowing, and the trees on the edge of the cliff, the lush green branches and leaves seemed to be blown by the breeze, shaking slightly, it seemed that when he listened carefully, he could still hear the leaves swaying. The rustling sound.

"This painting is alive!!!"

Following Lance's exclamation, everyone came to their senses, with amazed expressions on their faces.

And Andrew, who rushed over to look at it for the first time, was already stunned.

Shan Cen's painting is a picture of mountains, with white clouds and mist permeating the high mountains and mountains. There is nothing in the whole painting to represent the wind, but people can intuitively feel the feeling of the breeze blowing on the face.

No wind is better than wind.

He lost!

How could he lose?

People who were not optimistic about Shan Cen had the same idea as Andrew.

How could Andrew lose to an unknown person who came out of nowhere?

Someone secretly looked at Shan Cen, who had been steady and self-reliant from the beginning.

I saw him with a handsome face and a pair of cold eyes, but he was steady and restrained.

Now, he stood there with a straight posture, even if he just won against Andrew, he didn't have any complacent expression on his face, even when Lance danced and danced to congratulate him, he just nodded his head slightly to express his gratitude.

Look at Andrew, who just lost the game and was in a daze.

It is clear at a glance which is higher and which is lower.

The winner of the competition has been decided, and the previous bet will be cashed out.

Everyone's eyes wandered between the two unconsciously, wanting to see how they would deal with it in the end.

Andrew's face was drawn long, and he glanced at Will beside him.

Will received the signal, stood up and said, "It's just five judges, how can we decide the winner or loser?"

This sentence not only excused Andrew, but also buried Mars and the four judges, saying they were unfair.

Several people's complexions are not very good.

Timothy, the only female judge, stood up, and she said in a strong tone: "Since you don't think you can win or lose, why didn't you mention it before we started?"

Will looked innocent, "I told you, but you didn't listen."

Timothy: "..."

It doesn't matter whether Will said or not before the game, the important thing is that if someone raises an objection, then things can't pass so peacefully.

Timothy looked at Andrew, "Andrew, you think so too?"

Andrew didn't make a sound.

It is a tacit agreement with Will's statement.

Mars: "So what do you want?"

Mars has a detached position in the circle. When asked by him, Will subconsciously wanted to back off, but he was glared at by Andrew. He could only bite the bullet and say: "Today, everyone present votes, and the person with the most votes wins."

Before Mars could ask, Shan Cen replied, "Yes."

Lance was startled and was about to pull Dan Cen.

Most of the people who came today have friendships with Andrew. Due to the world's sophistication, it is difficult for them to vote fairly, and Shan Cen will suffer.

But before he could speak, Shan Cen raised his hand to signal him to be calm.

"But I also have a request." Shan Cen said.

Will: "What request?"

Shan Cen: "A painting is good or bad, in addition to the judgment of the industry, we also need to look at its value, and the most intuitive way to judge the value is its selling price."

With that said, he looked up at Andrew.

Andrew suddenly had a very bad premonition, but it was too late to stop it.

Shan Cen spoke again: "I remember there will be an auction tonight, why don't you send the two paintings over and see which one gets the higher price?"

Andrew gritted his teeth, "The auctions are all ordered in advance, so it's too late to send them over now, right?"

"Temporary increases are quite common." Shan Cen looked at Mars after finishing speaking.

The latter said: "If everyone has no objection, I will contact the auction."

Andrew felt a little regretful. Once the two paintings were released, anyone with eyes would know which one was better, but after thinking about it...he could definitely find someone to manipulate it.

He replied: "Yes."

As expected, Andrew's vote was far higher than Shan Cen's.

Anyone with eyes to see would know what was going on, but Andrew was still jumping around triumphantly like a peacock.

On the other hand, Shan Cen is much calmer.

He was not proud when he won before, but now he is not disappointed when he loses, as if he doesn't care about the result of this game at all.

He really didn't care. After confirming that Mars had arranged the auction, he said goodbye and left the exchange meeting.

Followed by a Lance.

And Lance's appeal has changed from asking Shan Cen to be a mannequin for him to teaching him to paint Chinese painting.

With enthusiasm for painting in his eyes, he danced and said, "Shan Cen, will you accept me as a student?" He used to just appreciate Huaguo traditional Chinese painting, but after seeing it live today, he felt that it was really amazing.

"I really want to learn about the flowing cloud," he said.

Shan Cen immediately assumed the identity of his own teacher, and seriously suggested: "I teach oil painting, and the level of Chinese painting is limited, so I can't teach you. So if you really want to learn, I can recommend a professional teacher to you."

Lance was dumbfounded, "Are you a teacher? Are you teaching oil painting?"

Shan Cen stopped at the door of a restaurant. He looked up at the signboard and said, "Yes."

Lance: "..."

"So which one is better, your oil painting or Chinese painting?"

Which is better?

Shan Cen really hadn't thought about this question.

But in the past few years, he has seldom painted traditional Chinese paintings, and his techniques are quite unfamiliar, so he probably said, "Let's do oil painting."

Lance: "..."

-

Coming out of the restaurant, Lance watched Shan Cen walk towards a car, and he quickly reminded: "You don't need to take a car, it's faster to walk there."

Shan Cen was stunned for a moment before realizing what Lance meant. He explained, "I won't go to the auction."

"Ah? Why?" Lance walked over a few steps, not quite understanding why he didn't go.

If he remembers correctly, it's about whether he seals his pen and quits the circle, right?

Because the result has already been decided, there is no need to go, Shan Cen wanted to say.

But it seemed a bit arrogant to say it, so he made an excuse, "I have other things, I don't have time to go."

"Aren't you worried?" Lance was very curious, "After all, the auction can be manipulated, as long as you find two people to bid for your painting, you can raise the price very high." And there are many variables in the auction, Participants may not be able to appreciate Shan Cen's painting.

He should have been worried at first, but when he thought of the person who told him there was an auction, Shan Cen knew that he would 100% win this auction.

Because Lin Lu would not let him lose.

And he also believes that even if Lin Lu doesn't make a move, his painting can still win.

So, "Don't worry."

After speaking, he put his hand on the door handle and was about to open the door to get in the car.

Lance stopped him and asked subconsciously, "Where are you going?"

Shan Cen didn't speak.

Lance realized that he was suspected of spying on people's privacy, and hurriedly said: "Sorry, I'm not looking for your whereabouts, I just want to ask if you have time tomorrow, and I will treat you to dinner."

There is time, but the distance is a bit far.

And he didn't really want Shan Yi and Su Xin to know that he was still painting, so Shan Cen declined the invitation, "Sorry."

"After that..."

"Lance." Shan Cen interrupted him and said, "We can connect on the Internet."

This is what it means to refuse to eat together.

Lance could only helplessly respond, "Okay."

He also wanted to stay with Shan Cen for a while longer. Although Shan Cen didn't like to talk, he was very insightful when he talked about oil paintings, and he was a little worried that he could point it out to the point. He hadn't met such a compatible friend for a long time.

"Then I'll treat you to dinner when I go to Huaguo." Lance said.

Shan Cen was taken aback, "Are you going to Huaguo?"

"That's right." Lance said as a matter of course, "Didn't I say that I want to learn Huaguo Chinese painting? Don't forget, you still have to introduce the teacher to me."

Shan Cen's eyes widened slightly because of surprise. He thought Lance was just talking casually, but he didn't expect the other party to be serious.

He nodded in response, "Okay."

-

It wasn't until nearly ten o'clock in the evening that Shan Cen received a call from the bodyguard, telling him that his painting was nearly twice as expensive as Andrew's.

And those who haven't touched them are spontaneous bids.

Can be said to be a complete victory.

The bodyguard said again: "Andrew has been asked to post an apology statement on the social network as required. Shan Shao can go up and check."

"I see." Shan Cen said, "It's hard work, you will come back tomorrow morning."

"Listen to the order and arrange less."

After hanging up the phone, Shan Cen didn't check what Andrew sent.

He replied Lance's congratulations, then turned off his phone, and prepared to take a shower and sleep.

Just after he came out of the shower, he couldn't help but took his phone and clicked on the dialog box with Lin Lu. The chat history on it was still on the news that Lin Lu suddenly sent a message saying that there was an auction in Stockholm tonight, and he thanked him .

He clicked to open the input box, but he didn't know how to speak.

You can't say that my paintings have sold for a high price, can you?

Or simply say that he won the competition?

It's just that, no matter what, it seems that there is a kind of showing off, although he does have a little desire to share his joy of winning Andrew.

But only a little bit.

This feeling is a bit strange.

The strangeness was mixed with a sense of familiarity, as if he had been entangled in this way before, probably the first time he won an award?Some can't remember.

He glanced at the time, 10:30, which corresponds to 05:30 in the morning in China, and Lin Lu won't get up until another hour later.

It's only an hour, watching an art exhibition, and watching a video can pass, but before he knows it, the eagerness to share with others has occupied all his senses.

So by the time he reacted, the video call had already been dialed.

During the beeping sound, he woke up with a start, subconsciously going to hang up, but the person on the other side had already connected first.

Lin Lu's face appeared on the screen, probably because he had just been woken up, and a rare daze appeared on that handsome face.

It is different from when you are serious and serious, or when you are acting like a fool.

It's a sense of authenticity.

The current Lin Lu was clearly shown in front of him without wearing any mask.

Shan Cen curled the corners of his lips almost imperceptibly.

Lin Lu's voice was hoarse, "Baby, what's the matter?"

"mistake."

"Chagang?"