Jiang enren is not stupid. He has come to this point. How can he have to produce other evidence.
He is a real Mr. Yun.
In front of Mr. Yun, it seems that he is so small, as if he was trampled on the foot, never shining.
Everyone is waiting for his answer. At the moment, the wind has changed.
That painting completely captured everyone's heart.
Mr. Ruoyun said that he painted the candlelight picture of the baby girl, which only shows that Jiang enren really copied it.
"Brother, talk to me."
"As long as you say that you are the original, we will still believe you."
One or two little girls cried: "brother, did you really copy Mr. Yun? How can that be? "
Jiang En Ren almost immediately shook his head: "no, I didn't."
Fu yunmo didn't want to stay here with him. He put one hand on his back and said, "now that I have proved my identity to you, please come with me to my painting exhibition and see the original picture."
Lai Xian nodded: "good."
The others were standing there, not knowing what to do.
Fu yunmo thought delicate, added a sentence: "no ticket people, because of special circumstances, do not need a ticket."
This may be the style of a great writer.
Everyone, go to his exhibition.
Lai Xian walks very slowly and holds on to Jiang enren. At this moment, he already has the answer in his heart, but he just wants to listen to the students.
"Xiao Jiang, tell me, did you copy that painting from Mr. Yun?"
Jiang enren bowed his head and said nothing.
Wen Yu frowned: "if it is true, you need to give Mr. Yun a public apology, and then tear up the painting. If you know the mistake, you can correct it, and you are more likely to be forgiven, but you still cling to the wrong, and you will only destroy yourself."
Lai Xian was angry to see that he was still silent.
He always thought that, as Xiao Jiang said, it was because he really wanted to learn painting. Now, he has another idea. He just has a deep heart and never shows his true side with him as a master.
Jiang enren frowned. At last, his eyes became very firm. He said word by word, "master, madam, you don't have to say much. This painting is mine."
"You..."
Lai Xian angrily interrupted his wife: "OK, OK, when the truth is revealed, let him regret it."
With that, he strode away.
It's not that he doesn't believe in his students, it's just that he can't doubt Mr. Yun's character.
Up to now, we can only take one step and see one step.
If it is true that Xiao Jiang copied Mr. Yun, as a master, he will be a teacher for one day and a father for all his life. I only hope that he will know his mistakes.
If it happened to be the same as Mr. Yun's painting, it would be a joke of fate.
Mr. Yun has a good eye and can make a decision naturally.
Soon, they came to Mr. Yun's exhibition center.
Zhang Bo was very excited, and there were tears in his eyes. He walked all the way and asked, "Mr. Yun, why do you make such an amazing work, but don't show it?"
Fu yunmo looked back and looked at the little sister who was sitting in the wheelchair leisurely, a bit lazy.
Tang Yaoyao saw that he looked back at her with a smile and two little tiger teeth. He was very cute.
Fu yunmo also smiles gently.
Xiao Jin Han saw her smile into the fundus of her eyes, frowned slightly, and the color of her eyes was deep.
After that, Fu yunmo turned his head, pursed his lips and replied, "because this is a gift. I want to give it to a very important person."
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