Chapter 366
Of course, I was tempted. Although all art lovers go abroad to learn painting from their admired
masters, it was only because local painters would not ept disciples or they would just ept one or
two. Some would not even show their faces.
However, what did I paint and when did I send in the painting? Why do I have no idea?
Christopher was holding popcorn and watching TV dramas with me. He was so bored he was about to
fall asleep. Seeing me answering a call and then standing motionless, deep in thought, he asked,
“What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
“Well, I’m actually a little confused.” I knocked on my head. “The art exhibition organizer actually called
me and said that my paintings received a good review. Don’t you think it’s strange? This time the
organizers gave everyone two months but I haven’t even touched a pen for two months. When did I
give them the painting? Was it when I was sleepwalking?”
“Silly girl, maybe you were sleepwalking then?” Christopher pointed in the direction of the exhibition
and said, “Would you like to go and take a look? There are so many beautiful paintings on disy and
there are also advantages for you to look at other people’s paintings.”
“Great, let’s go now. I can’t wait. If I got it wrong, it will definitely impact my life.”
I hurriedly asked Christopher to drive us to the exhibition but when I saw the painting there, I was
stunned and looked back at him in disbelief. Isn’t this the painting ced at home, covered by a
canvas?
“Come closer, so you can see it clearly.” Christopher took my hand, walked down the corridor step by
step; then, he pointed to the painting and said, “Look, it’s a perfect and beautiful painting. Otherwise, It
will not be ced in the most central position.”
Gently and carefully, I stroked the picture frame. Then, my eyes fell on the picture and for a while, I felt
a little teary.
The whole painting presented a dark gray mode. Even the background was a bleak grayish ck.
Dpidated dposing fallen leaves and the dried grass looked deste. A bird perched on a tree
lifted its head as if wailing in sorrow and the sky was covered with dense dark clouds, staining the
ground with a dark brown tone.
A woman with disheveled hair was lying on the ground, facial features unseen. Under her feet was a
huge gray-ck whirlpool, as if about to suck her in as her feet had be blurred and were already
partially inside the whirlpool. She raised her head to the man standing in front of her with the light of
infinite hope shining in her eyes.
The man was a tall fair figure in bright colors contrasting sharply with the surroundings as if he was
from another world.
His handsome facial features were exactly the same as Christopher’s with strong edges. He looked
handsome, y boyish, and mischievous with an air of cynicism. However, his gaze at the woman on
the ground was soft and gentle. His right hand was extended towards the woman and the sunlight
breaking through the clouds shone on this outstretched hand, giving it a golden glow.
His slightly parted elegant lips seemed to say, “Come with me. I’ll take you away from this hell.”
I titled this painting “Salvation.” It was meant to be a gift for Christopher. When it was not finished, he
wanted to see it every day. On the day it waspleted, we were having conflicts. After that, we went
for our honeymoon and until now, I have not had the time to tell him that the painting was done. So, it
was to my utter surprise to see it exhibited here.
“This piece is my gift to you. Now that you’ve sent it here, it is no longer yours,” I murmured.
This painting expressed the feeling of seeing hope and redemption when I met Christopher in my
desperate circumstances. At that time, Ipletely regarded him as my one and only hope.
“I am the man in this painting. How could it belong to anyone else? I’ve asked the organizers. They will
disy it for a while, after which, there will be a charity auction. I will buy it back, then hang it in our
home,” Christopher said with a smile.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.