Chapter 304 - Mother Huo finally couldn&##039;t help but started to cry. (1)

Chapter 304 – Mother Huo finally couldn’t help but started to cry. (1)
Old Mrs. Chen’s face dropped and no longer wish to engage with the Huo’s.
Her fondness for Gu Shishi grew some more.
“Master Long, Master Ji, you are here. Come and help me appraise these few new works that I recently got my hands on.”
Old Mrs. Chen quickly turned her attention on the others.
There was no reason to continue conversing with them.
Even tigers don’t eat their own offspring. If the Huo’s were such cold individuals, she could deduct what kind of people they were and their values when it came to other things.
Mother Huo and Grandma Huo both stiffened a little.
They obviously sensed the subtle change in Old Mrs. Chen’s attitude. They felt awkward and even somewhat confused......
The two ink painting gurus that Old Mrs. Chen had greeted had already walked over to them.
Rude to have a long face, the two of them had no choice but to listen to their conversation quietly.
“Old Mrs. Chen, you have such good eyes. Where did you find this piece of gem from?”
Huang Chuan was a man close to 60. His hair was all white and he did not dye them black. He was wearing a Mao suit and his strides were steady. His voice energetic and he was in very good health.
“The gongbi over there was amazing. Lao Ji and I were mesmerized by it the minute we walked in and the two of us spent half an hour in front of it. That was such a masterpiece.”
As he was talking, renowned artist Ji Yun also nodded next to him repeatedly.
He was a little older, in his seventies.
He lamented, “This artist’s work is very delicate. The sadness in it is almost infectious. The sleeves float in the air and the bottom of the dress draped on the ground. There was a sense of strength within the tenderness… Looking at it a couple times, I felt like I was almost drawn into the painting. I even felt a hint of sadness.
“The caption written in cursive script further looked unbroken, much like the sadness it is trying to convey.
“The painting and the caption complimented each other perfectly and the context blended together as one. Simply amazing.
“This person’s skill is above mine.”
As Ji Yun talked, he looked over at Old Mrs. Chen solemnly. “Old Madam, please introduce me to this master of this piece of artwork. I thought my painting of people is already at expert level but, when I looked at this today, I realized that there is always someone better out there.”
Master Huang was thinking the exact same thing. He chimed in. “He is so talented. Does Old Mrs. Chen by chance know other aliases that he goes by?”
Ink Painting Guru was obviously just an alias.
As long as they had been in the field, they had never heard of him before.
Old Mrs. Chen was very happy as soon as she heard them talking.
She knew that she had a good eye for art.
Her secret purpose this time was to help Gu Shishi spread her reputation.
They had no idea of Gu Shishi’s age. Just like her back then, they had assumed that it was a famed artist in his 50s or 60s creating under a different alias.
Truth was, Gu Shishi was still young and simply not famed enough in the circle.
“I am not sure about that.”
Old Mrs. Chen did not divulge too much.
Keeping a secret cloak could sometimes also be used as a mean to increase one’s status.
Huang Chuan and Ji Yun both looked disappointed and sighed.
“Then, do you have the contact information of this Ink Painting Guru?”
Old Mrs. Chen narrowed her eyes.
Ji Yun took a step up and said, “There is a Chinese painting exhibition here next month. If Ink Painting Guru has time and is willing, we would like to extend our invitation for him to join us.”
Him and Huang Chuan were the president and vice president.
Old Mrs. Chen neither agreed nor declined.
“As for as contact information goes, I only have her WeChat alias. I don’t have her cellphone number.”
The two were even more disappointed.
“Would you like her WeChat alias?”
Gu Shishi’s Ink Painting Guru account consisted only of pictures and descriptions of a few of her work.
There was nothing else.
She could decide for herself whether to attend or not.
“Okay.”
“Alright.”
Huang Chuan and Ji Yun pulled out their bifocal glasses and their cellphones.
They were up there in age but they were still quite familiar with their cellphones.
Perhaps because the Chinese Painting Association hosted events on a regular basis so they were also quite familiar with using WeChat.
“Go ahead and send us her business card.”
“Hmmm, just send to Lao Huang. Lao Huang, add me to the group. We will talk to her together.”
Old Mrs. Chen skillfully sent that over to them.
She then turned and gave the Huo’s, still standing next to her, a very meaningful look.