Finally, the host's voice came from the front ceremony: "Now we are going to invite the guest from South Korea. She is a young painter. She has only been rising in the painting world for two years, but not two years.

But it is enough to make her paintings deeply rooted in people's hearts. Tonight, what she will bring to everyone is her ink painting "Forgotten Life"..."

Yan Ru took her painting on stage while the host introduced her "Forgotten Life", and walked elegantly to the middle of the ceremony stage, and then slowly showed it to herself.

I wear this ink painting of myself.

Beige rice paper and ink painting, without thick ink, just a few ink strokes. The painting is a piece of dead wood that is about to wither or has already withered, lying quietly on the deserted beach, being beaten by the waves.

What is most amazing is that at the top of this dead tree, a light red flower blooms without thrilling. Although the flower is soft, it blooms indulges in the sea breeze, revealing its unyielding life.

The host has introduced her work in French and English. The audience applauded thunderously, and she held her painting with a smile. She knew that now, she only needs an elegant turn and she will be smooth.

He completed the demonstration task tonight, and this short time of less than five minutes will bring her the beginning of success.

However, just the moment she turned around...

He saw a long and tall figure sitting in a prominent position under the stage, his legs overlapped calmly, and his handsome face was wearing a pair of sunglasses, but it just covered his deep eyes.

For a familiar face, for a second she had an illusion that Che Qixuan had come, but after a second, she immediately understood that this man was not Che Qixuan because—

Although she could still feel a pair of cold black eyes under the lens, and the black eyes burst into cold light like a sharp sword, staring at her prickly.

Che Qixuan would not look at her with such cold eyes. That's for sure. So, besides Che Qixuan, who else has a face like this?

Yan Ru's heart almost seemed to be tied up by some rope in an instant. In a panic, she forgot to turn around and leave quickly because the next painter was about to come on stage.

The man looked straight at her. Although she was wearing sunglasses and couldn't see his eyes, she still turned his name out of her heart in just one second...

The familiar and strange man completely occupied her brain thinking in an instant, making her forget the time and place, and even what she was going to do now.

She never thought that there would be such a moment, that she would meet him again, nor did she think that such a moment, that she would face him face to face, even though one on and one off the other.

When she met Zheng Yifan last night, she was still lamenting that the earth was a village. Now it seems that the earth is really not big enough, and the earth is just a village.

Because he was completely lost, he forgot to turn around and walk down the stage. It was not until a few seconds later that the host used his voice to remind her that the next person was about to go on stage. Yan Ru did not react until she saw the guests in the audience whispering.
Chapter completed!