Hospital No. 444.

Chapter 216

City W, Jiulin Art Museum.

Dai Ming looked at the paintings displayed in the art gallery.

These are the paintings of a group of cutting-edge domestic painters, and they are basically Western paintings.This art exhibition is mainly to encourage young writers, but because of the lack of celebrity influence, there are obviously a lot fewer people.In other words, when people see the names of foreigners, they will feel that they belong to "famous works".If you are an unknown writer, you will subconsciously feel that the work is full of flaws.

This is the second time for Dai Ming to come here. Last time he came, he remembered that there were TV reporters who came here to report.

Jiulin Art Museum is the largest art gallery in W City, bar none.

To hold an art exhibition here, it is impossible to spend money, and one must have a high degree of artistic attainment.

Dai Ming glanced at the venue in front of him, he was fascinated by all these Western paintings.

From childhood to adulthood, his favorite class is art class.

At that time, the classmates in the class would always gather behind him to admire his paintings.

All kinds of compliments are commonplace for him.

"Dai Ming is really a genius..."

"My God, the painting is too good..."

"Dai Ming, tell the teacher the truth, no one has taught you? If so, you must study art! This is what you were born to do!"

Dai Ming was walking step by step, but because he was so engrossed in watching, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"sorry!"

Dai Ming looked sideways, but was stunned.

It was a very fashionable woman with curly hair, and Dai Ming was stunned because she was so beautiful.Her face should only have a little makeup on, but she has a beautiful appearance that is completely different from the face of Internet celebrities.

"It's okay." The woman looked at the painting Dai Ming admired just now, "Do you like realistic Western paintings?"

"It can be said that... I can't understand that kind of highly accomplished abstract Western paintings."

"Is that so?" The woman nodded and said, "I am actually the same."

"A realistic painting?"

"To be precise, I don't like abstract paintings. Many people's concept of Western art is often a bunch of paintings that don't understand the content. I don't want to paint such works."

"Are you a painter too?"

"It's not counted, and it's not the main business. It won't make much money. Take your time, this exhibition will be dismantled soon."

She obviously didn't want to talk more about this topic with strangers, and after saying this, she left the exhibition hall.

Watching the woman's back, Dai Ming was somewhat puzzled.

What exactly does she mean?
Afterwards, Dai Ming continued to look at these paintings.

He walked to the last exhibition hall.

Walking slowly, Dai Ming looked over one by one.

while walking……

Dai Ming suddenly stopped in front of one of the paintings.

He looked at the painting in front of him in disbelief, opened his eyes wide, and showed a horrified expression.

"Impossible...it's impossible!"

Behind Dai Ming, several people also stopped to look at the painting, discussing in low voices.

"This painting is too..."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, this should be art."

"But the drawing is too realistic."

Dai Ming walked up involuntarily, stretched out his hands, and was about to touch the painting.

"Sir! Sir!"

At this time, the security guard rushed up quickly and stopped Dai Ming!
"Sir, we can take pictures of the paintings here, but they must not be touched!" If the security hadn't stopped him quickly, Dai Ming's hand would have touched it.

Dai Mingzai carefully distinguished the painting in front of him: "It's so similar...it's exactly the same..."

However, under the introduction of the painting, there is no name of the painting, nor the identity of the author.

Then, he immediately looked at the security guard and said loudly, "Who is the author of this painting? Can you contact him for me?"

The security guard became puzzled and asked, "Are you a collector? Want to buy paintings? But the paintings in this exhibition hall are not for sale. Besides, I am a security guard, how do I know the artist's contact information?"

Dai Ming couldn't care less about it, he insisted: "I must see this artist, is there any way to contact him?"

"I really don't know about this... In this way, you can go to our library affairs office on the third floor, and you may be able to contact the author there."

Only then did Dai Ming calm down.

All right... go to the Librarian's Office!
"Okay, thank you."

On the third floor of Jiulin Art Museum, Museum Affairs Management Office.

Dai Ming gently opened the door and looked at the office with more than ten people in front of him.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

A female clerk stood up and asked.

"It's like this," Dai Ming walked in and gently closed the door, "I saw a painting downstairs just now... Well, for some reason, I want to contact the artist of the painting."

"Are you going to buy a painting?"

"No, no, that's a painting in the not-for-sale exhibition hall."

Even if he wanted to buy it, he couldn't afford it. Although it was only the works of some cutting-edge painters, these paintings were all sky-high prices for him.

"Then I'm sorry, but we can't provide you with the artist's contact information. If you just appreciate the paintings and want to say something to the artist, you can leave a message on the official website of our art gallery for this exhibition. But you have to hurry up, this time The exhibition exhibits the works of a group of new generation painters in China, but the response is not particularly enthusiastic, and the exhibition will be dismantled in two days, and no comments can be made after the dismantling of the exhibition.”

"I, I have something to say to him... I can only talk to that painter."

"This is more troublesome, sir. If you want to buy a painting, maybe I can contact you for you. If you don't say the reason, it will be very difficult for us."

reason……

Can Dai Ming tell the reason?

This is a secret that has been buried in his heart for many years.

The other party will probably think that he is mentally abnormal.

Dai Ming thought for a while and said, "Or, can you convey a word to the artist? After hearing this sentence, maybe he will be willing to take the initiative to meet me."

The clerks in the office all looked over.

A young man in a suit and leather shoes came over and said, "Sir, what is your name?"

"My... my name is Dai. Dai of Charles de Gaulle."

"That's right, Mr. Dai." The young man handed Dai Ming a business card, "My surname is Han, and I am the planner and person in charge of this exhibition in the art museum. Do you particularly like this painting?"

like?

"Perhaps you can tell me which painting it is?"

"K12 exhibition hall, that painting has no name, and the author has no signature, but the painting is..."

"I know which one it is."

Manager Han's face changed slightly.

Obviously, this is the only painting whose work and author are not signed.

"Mr. Dai, what do you want to say to the author? Well, I will convey it to you. Or, do you have any special request?"

Dai Ming thought for a while, lowered his voice, and said a word in a voice that only he and Manager Han could hear.

After hearing that sentence, Manager Han showed a rather astonished expression.

"This……"

"My mobile phone number is..." After Dai Ming said his contact information, he bowed to Manager Han, "Manager Han, please help me convey it to the artist, thank you!"

Manager Han took out his mobile phone, wrote down Dai Ming's mobile phone number, and said helplessly, "Then... okay."

"Thank you...thank you..."

After Dai Ming walked out, an employee next to him came over and said, "Manager, what did he tell you just now?"

"Manager, are you really going to contact the author?"

Manager Han looked at the number on the phone screen and said: "The response to this art exhibition is far from what the curator expected. The exhibition is about to be withdrawn. The number of people visiting the exhibition is decreasing day by day, and few paintings have been sold. I I wondered if this person might be the son of a private collector who might want to bypass the art gallery and buy paintings directly from the writer."

"I don't see it?"

"Anyway, it's not a loss to us. I organized this exhibition, and I'm not reconciled to it ending like this. Forget it...just try your luck."

Dai Ming walked out of the art gallery excitedly, took out his mobile phone, and made a call.

"Hey, Dai Lin...can you come out and have a skewer tonight? My treat!"

(End of this chapter)