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Finally, the host's voice came from the stage in front: "The guest we are going to invite is from South Korea. She is a young painter who has only risen in the painting world for two years. Two years is not long. But it is enough to make her paintings deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and tonight, what she will bring to everyone is her ink painting "Forgotten Life"..."

Yan Ru came to the stage with her own painting when the host introduced her "Forgotten Life", walked gracefully, walked slowly to the middle of the stage, and then slowly showed it to herself With his own ink painting.

The beige rice paper, the ink-colored paint, there is no heavy ink, just a few ink strokes, the painting is a piece of dead wood that is about to wither or has withered, lying quietly on the deserted beach, being beaten by the waves constantly.

The most astonishing thing is that a light red flower bloomed from the top of this piece of dead wood. Although the flower is soft, it blooms freely against the sea breeze, showing its unyielding life.

The host had finished introducing her work in French and English, and the audience applauded thunderously. She put away her painting with a smile on her face. She knew that now she only needed to turn around gracefully, and she would be successful. She has successfully completed tonight's presentation task, and this short time of less than 5 minutes will bring her the beginning of success.

However, the moment she turned around...

He saw a tall and straight figure of a man sitting in an obvious position under the stage, his legs crossed together comfortably, and a pair of sunglasses on his handsome face, which happened to cover his deep eyes.

A familiar face, for a second she had the illusion that Che Qixuan was here, but after a second, she immediately understood that this man was not Che Qixuan, because——

Even though there was a distance between the stage and the stage, she could still feel a pair of cold black eyes under the lens, and those black eyes shot out cold light like sharp swords, staring straight at her.

It was certain that Che Qixuan would not look at her with such cold eyes. Then, besides Che Qixuan, which other man has such a face?

Yan Ru's heart seemed to be bound by some rope almost instantly, and she forgot to turn around and leave quickly in her panic, because the next painter was about to come on stage.

This man just looked at her straight, even though she couldn't see his eyes because of his sunglasses, she still read his name from the bottom of her heart in just a second...

The familiar yet unfamiliar man completely occupied her mind in an instant, making her forget the time and place, and even what she was going to do right now.

She never thought that there would be such a moment, she would meet him again, and she never thought that she and him would face each other like this, even though one was on the stage and the other was off the stage.

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

Because she was in a daze, she forgot to turn around and walk down the stage. It wasn't until a few seconds later that the host reminded her that it was time for the next one to come on stage. Yan Ru didn't react until she saw the guests in the audience whispering. Be aware of your gaffe.