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"I am Yu Mobai," the old man solemnly announced his name, his tone sincere. "The president of the Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association."

Chen Hao's expression remained unchanged, still calm and composed.

In fact, after the strange feeling of being followed appeared during this period, he had already vaguely guessed in his heart that the other party's identity and purpose.

But when Yu Mobai said the name himself and confirmed his guess, his heart sank slightly and a subtle ripple stirred.

"President Yu," Chen Hao addressed him calmly, getting straight to the point.

"Now that you've revealed your identity, just tell me straight: why have you been following me?"

Yu Mobai lowered his head and remained silent for several seconds, as if he was organizing his thoughts. Then he reached out, pushed open the car door, and bent down to get out of the car.

He stood in front of Chen Hao, thin and frail, with a slightly hunched back. He was more than half a head shorter than Chen Hao and looked old and weak.

He looked up and stared intently at Chen Hao, his eyes filled with genuine sincerity, without a trace of falsehood.

"I want to see Haolin." He stated his purpose directly, his tone filled with a long-suppressed urgency. "I've been looking for this person for a very, very long time."

Chen Hao looked at him quietly without saying a word, patiently waiting for him to continue.

"I can't be 100% certain of your identity, but I'm almost certain that you and Haolin have a very close relationship." Yu Mobai's speech quickened slightly, unable to suppress the urgency in his heart.

"I had been keeping an eye on Lao Lin and followed him around to find out what was going on. I eventually discovered that he frequently came and went from your neighborhood."

After that, I started paying attention to you. I noticed that you took your child to kindergarten every day, and you always drove the same car.

And most importantly, when Haolin's paintings first appeared in the gallery and were officially unveiled, it was you who personally delivered them; I saw all of that clearly.

Even after being completely exposed, Chen Hao remained calm and silent, neither admitting nor denying anything.

"I swear, I absolutely meant no harm," Yu Mobai hurriedly added, his tone exceptionally earnest, fearing Chen Hao might misunderstand.

"I did all this simply because I love Haolin's paintings so much."

I have devoted my entire life to calligraphy and painting, and have conducted research on calligraphy and painting for decades. I have seen countless paintings by famous artists and masterpieces passed down through generations.

But Haolin's paintings were different from everyone else's, possessing a unique style and charm.

When talking about calligraphy and painting, and Hao Lin's works, Yu Mobai's whole demeanor changed. The restraint and panic in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by extreme love and obsession.

"When I first saw that painting, 'Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys,' I was completely and utterly awestruck." His eyes shone, his tone sincere and excited.

"The skill in brush and ink, the overall spirit, the profound artistic conception, the steady and profound, the vigorous and far-reaching, are not at all like the skill and scope that a young painter could produce."

Later, I saw the "Lotus and Fish Playing" painting, which was even more stunning. It was fresh, lively, and full of delightful charm, making it unforgettable at first glance.

"Later, I happened to see 'Pine and Crane Longevity' and 'Sea of ​​Clouds and Pine Waves' at Lao Lin's house, and I was completely impressed."

Yu Mobai became more and more engrossed in his speech, his emotions growing increasingly intense, his eyes slowly reddening, and his tone filled with admiration.

"I can clearly see that Mr. Haolin is not only exceptionally talented, but he has also been diligently refining his painting skills."

His progress is astonishingly rapid; each piece is more mature and nuanced than the last, and his future potential is immeasurable.

Seeing the old man's sincere and passionate expression, Chen Hao spoke up at the right moment, gently interrupting his endless chatter.

"President Yu."

Yu Mobai immediately stopped talking, suppressed his excitement, and obediently looked at Chen Hao, waiting for him to speak.

"I do know Haolin," Chen Hao said frankly and directly, "but I am not him."

Upon hearing this, the light in Yu Mobai's eyes dimmed instantly. His expectations were dashed, and he couldn't hide his deep disappointment. He looked rather listless.

But this disappointment lasted only a moment; the light in his eyes quickly rekindled, clinging to a sliver of hope.

"Then...could you introduce me?" he asked cautiously, his tone filled with utmost sincerity and humility.

"I have no other purpose than to meet Mr. Haolin in person and talk to him about calligraphy and painting, about the artistic conception of brush and ink. That's all."

He subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Chen Hao to show goodwill, but the moment he raised his hand, he remembered that his behavior of following and spying was too impolite, so he quickly and awkwardly withdrew his hand, his face full of guilt.

"I know I went too far this time. Following you and finding out your whereabouts and address was presumptuous and rude," Yu Mobai said solemnly, bowing his head in apology.

"I sincerely apologize to you. But I can assure you that I had no ill intentions whatsoever from beginning to end. I was simply too impressed with Mr. Haolin's painting skills and really wanted to see this master in person."

Chen Hao quietly observed the old man before him, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

He had heard Lin Sinian mention it before; Yu Mobai was a man who was obsessed with calligraphy and painting all his life, with a pure heart and an extreme dedication to his paintings.

Seeing it with my own eyes today has truly confirmed this statement.

The president of the prestigious Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association, a man of high moral character and esteemed position in the calligraphy and painting world, is over sixty years old and should be respected and living a peaceful life.

However, in order to meet a painter he had never met before, he lowered himself and did something inappropriate, even somewhat impolite, like stalking and spying.

If this gets out, probably no one will believe it.

But Chen Hao could clearly sense that Yu Mobai's sincerity and dedication were genuine, without any pretense. All his actions stemmed from his purest love for calligraphy and painting.

"Haolin is a man of quiet and unassuming nature," Chen Hao said slowly, speaking truthfully. "He dislikes crowds and even more so, he doesn't like being disturbed."

He prefers to paint alone and doesn't tolerate being disturbed. He also dislikes socializing and attending social events, preferring a low-key and secluded life.

Yu Mobai nodded repeatedly, appearing to fully understand, and echoed him eagerly:

"I understand, I understand! Truly talented and principled artists are all of this kind of detached and easygoing nature."

I will absolutely not disturb him or delay his painting.

I only ask to meet once, say a few words, chat about our thoughts on calligraphy and painting, and then leave immediately without any further contact.

Chen Hao pondered silently for a few seconds, weighing the pros and cons.

"President Yu, you should go back first." After thinking it over, Chen Hao made his decision and said calmly.

"Don't follow me like this anymore. It's both impolite and inappropriate."

I'll pretend this never happened and won't hold it against you.