Three in the morning, still painting?
Is this for real, or just an act?
Hmph, I want to see exactly what kind of stuff she’s drawn!
He Tianxin felt very uneasy inside, she got up and walked quietly to the balcony.
Standing behind He Tiantian, with the dim light on the balcony, He Tianxin carefully looked at the canvas.
On the white paper, there were blocks and blocks of color.
Like clouds, but not really.
He Tianxin couldn’t understand, yet inexplicably felt that the colors were very eye-catching.
Even though there seed to be no shapes, just blocks of color, it still had an artistic feel to it.
It was unlike those ghost talismans He Tiantian used to make in the past life.
But... so what?
Sitting in front of the canvas for over ten hours, just to co up with this thing, without even a complete piece!
He Tianxin couldn’t help feeling a bit frustrated.
But, thinking of her real mother’s advice, she was also afraid He Tiantian might really work herself into illness.
He Tianxin lowered her voice and softly said, "Tiantian, it’s late, hurry and go to sleep!"
"Oh, got it!"
He Tiantian responded casually, yet continued excitedly painting.
She was about to find it, she really was about to open that big door.
He Tianxin:... Pfft! Still not sleepy! Sleep if you want, don’t if you don’t!
As if she was sulking with soone, He Tianxin went straight back to her room, plunged into her bed, and went back to sleep.
At eight-thirty in the morning, the phone alarm rang right on ti.
He Tianxin struggled to get out of bed, yawned, and turned off the alarm.
Instinctively, she turned her head to look at the balcony, well, thankfully, He Tiantian wasn’t still painting.
"Sis! You’re awake, hurry up and wash up, the exhibition is about to start!"
He Tiantian ca out of the bathroom, already washed up, saring skincare products on herself haphazardly.
Seeing that He Tiantian finally wasn’t frantically painting, the heavy stone in He Tianxin’s heart finally settled.
She was always set on correcting her sister’s bad habits, but never wanted to make her work herself into illness.
Seeing she seed to be back to normal, He Tianxin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, rushed into the bathroom, ran her morning errands, and washed up.
Afterward, the sisters went to the hotel restaurant for a al.
The room fee included a buffet breakfast, so naturally, He Tianxin and He Tiantian wouldn’t waste it.
He Tiantian, as if she hadn’t eaten in days, piled a bunch of food on a tray.
It was sowhat embarrassing!
He Tianxin looked a bit awkward, thinking to remind her sister, but then thought, it’s true her sister hadn’t eaten or drunk anything for a whole day and night.
Oh well, let her eat more, better than fainting from low blood sugar, or so other accident.
He Tiantian gobbled down food, eating several plates in a row, only then did she fill her empty stomach.
Having eaten her fill, even though she practically hadn’t slept all night, He Tiantian felt a bit like she was revived and energetic.
Carrying her painting tools, dragging her sister, they headed to the exhibition together.
This was an exhibition jointly held by a gallery in Paris and one in Shanghai.
There were so famous European paintings, but mostly works from contemporary painters.
He Tiantian was sowhat disappointed.
What disappointed her more was that the few famous paintings were all placed behind glass windows.
In front of the glass, there were barriers, not allowing viewers to get close.
He Tiantian:...
What a loss, she even brought her painting tools, hoping to copy them up close.
But, as it turned out, she couldn’t even get close to the edge of the oil paintings to study them closely, let alone make copies.
However, since she was there, she tried her best to look.
Moreover, so of the contemporary painters’ works displayed at the gallery were pretty impressive.
Although there were popular trends like Pop art and Minimalist art, there were also works of Realism and Neoclassicism.
Compared to so of the bizarre and offbeat isms, He Tiantian still preferred realism.
The colors of realism and the stateliness and elegance of classicism made He Tiantian admire them, entranced.
Of course, in the past two days, He Tiantian focused on observing the few famous paintings.
Even from behind barriers and glass, she craned her neck persistently, squeezing into the crowd.
She would look at a painting from morning till night, her neck sore, and her feet numb, yet still reluctant to leave.
He Tianxin:...
Seeing this level of obsession firsthand, He Tianxin couldn’t help but wonder: did I misunderstand Tiantian, does she genuinely love painting?
Even in the past life, though she had no talent, her love for art was incredibly strong.
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