C393 Love Story
C393 Love Story
At this time, Wang Xiaohua also came out from behind him. She looked at Chen Fusheng with a blushing face and whispered, "I also want to know. Just tell me about it."
Even though Wang Xiaohua did not get along with Ouyang Shuang, and logically speaking, she would not agree with her. But she really liked this painting, especially the look in their eyes, which made her incredibly curious.
Ever since she was young, she had had a habit. If her doubts were not answered, then she probably wouldn't be able to sleep well for a few days. That was why she stood up and asked Chen Fusheng to explain it to her.
Seeing the two girls looking at him expectantly, Chen Fusheng felt a little helpless. He smiled and said, "Alright then. Since you guys are so curious about this painting, I'll roughly tell you the stories I know."
Just then, a sharp voice came from behind them, "Aiyo, you really overestimate yourself. You're just a good-for-nothing, what are you pretending to be a cultured person for?"
Everyone turned their heads around and saw a couple standing not far away looking at Chen Fusheng with contempt and hatred. However, the clothes on their chest were wet, as if they had lost a lot of water.
This couple was Zhou Hao and Liu Jiaojiao. Today, they lost such a huge amount of people in front of the Hagan Dass Shop, so they didn't have much image. Originally, they wanted to go straight home, but on the way, they received a call from their superior.
The leader asked Zhou Hao to come to the exhibition as soon as possible, and to rope in a customer at the exhibition. In order to complete the task of being the leader, Zhou Hao knew that he didn't have a good impression of himself, so he had no choice but to participate in the exhibition.
Just now, he had walked around the top floor to see where the client was. Who knew that the customer didn't find him, but he found his enemy, Chen Fusheng.
Furthermore, Chen Fusheng was pretending to know about the art and the meaning behind the painting. Therefore, the two of them couldn't help but begin to mock Meng Hao.
Chen Fusheng did not expect to meet these two idiots today, but he was too lazy to care about them in his heart, so he pointed to the sketch and said: "Although the style of this painting is simple, but whether it's the lines or the layout, it's already considered a master level. Clearly, the author has very solid basic skills."
"Actually, the most eye-catching thing among them was not how beautiful this painting is, but rather, the mood it represented."
Two years ago, when Chen was still working abroad, he had once, by chance, visited an art exhibition at Oxford University.
As such, he had seen all of today's works in the past. Nothing was unfamiliar to him.
This was especially the case for the painting in front of him. Even then, it had attracted his gaze and touched his heart.
Different from the art exhibition at Qingzhou University, when this art exhibition was held at Oxford University, there were many art lecturers arranged beside it.
They helped everyone admire the painting, and naturally, they also told the story of the background of the painting. Chen Fusheng's memory had always been good, so when he saw this sketch again, he immediately recalled the situation from before.
"Actually, the author gave this painting a very pleasant name. To translate it into Chinese, it would be a stranger that he is most familiar with."
"As for the author of this painting, the reason why he left this painting is most likely to be in memory of a male student."
Chen Fusheng slowly opened his mouth and started to organize his thoughts as he narrated the process. He slowly told everyone the background story of this painting.
"The creator of this painting originally had a congenital heart defect. His body was extremely weak, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would have died during his sophomore year. However, the luck was good. Someone had donated the body, and the heart could match his, so they did a heart transplant. "
"Later on, when he went back to school, he would often run into a girl. And every time that girl saw him, her gaze would become very strange, and she would always stare at him. "
"The author also thought it was rather strange, because in his memory, he had never seen this girl before. But instinctively, he felt that this girl is very familiar. "
"Until, once, by chance, the boy went to the hospital for a regular checkup. The doctor who operated on him told him where the heart came from."
"Actually, there's already a guess in the boy's heart. The reason why he feels familiar with strangers is probably because he had a change of heart surgery."
"Sure enough, the doctor told me that the man donated to his heart was a alumnus of the same university. Due to the terminal illness, a body donation was signed before the beginning of the history, and the intact heart was donated out. "
"Only then does this boy dare to be sure that the person who saved his life is a student from the same school as himself. Then, he recalled that the girl that he had always felt very familiar with should be the girlfriend of his savior. "
"As for the reason why that girl always had a strange gaze when she saw him, it was evident that she also discovered the shadow of the person she once deeply loved on herself."
Thinking of this, Chen Fusheng couldn't help but sigh. For some reason, he couldn't help but look at Ouyang Shuang.
The story was so dramatic that it was almost a replica of what had happened between her and the young lady. The reason why she was so fond of him now, was it because she also found a shadow of Zhang Fu in him?
Right now, Ouyang Shuang was also staring at Chen Fusheng without blinking. When she heard the story, her eyes immediately became moist. Obviously, she was moved by the story as well.
At this time, she suddenly thought of the scene where she participated in Qingzhou Painting Exhibition with Zhang Fu. At that time, Zhang Fu was also talking casually to a painting.
It was a similar story, almost the same man, with the same look and the same reaction.
Could it be that all of this was a coincidence?
Ouyang Shuang's chest was throbbing violently. Unknowingly, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.
Wang Xiaohua listened with relish and also sighed at the love and conflict between them. Seeing Chen Fusheng stop, she immediately urged, "What happened next?"
Chen Fusheng reacted and said, "Later on, that author found inspiration in this matter. In memory of his savior, he drew such a sketch."
"What? Is this the end of the story?"
Wang Xiaohua was a little disappointed. Her full red lips pouted as she whispered, "Does that girl know that her boyfriend has actually passed away?"
"Did the author of this painting have any other story with that girl?"
Wang Xiaohua had always been sensitive since she was young, and it had also been a tragedy for many years. Upon hearing such a sentimental story, it was as if a huge weight had been placed on her heart, making her heart feel extremely heavy.
Not only was he feeling sorry for the dead boy and his girlfriend, but he was also very interested in the future of the painter and the girl.
Chen Fusheng smiled bitterly and said, "As for what happened next, I'm not too sure."
At this time, there were already many women surrounding them. Everyone had the same expression as Wang Xiaohua, curious about the development of the story that was about to unfold.
However, Chen Fusheng's words made them all sigh in regret.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman slowly walked out of the crowd and came to Chen Fusheng's side. She said with a smile, "Young man, this story of yours is really well told. It's as if you saw it with your own eyes."
"Big sister, my heart is so moved by your story that it's almost tearing up."
"Young man, Big Sis will ask you a question. Are you married yet? What kind of work is it? "