Chapter 933 Astronomical Figures

She couldn't say' can you forgive grandma'.

I don't know if Duosuo was listening to her. He sat in his chair and remained silent for a long time before he said, "She went too far. She went too far. She lied to me, abandoned me, and humiliated me with money..."

"Grandma humiliated you with money?" Tong Huaer frowned in surprise.

Grandma didn't say that yesterday.

"Why do you think my name is known by so many people? Are there poor painters in this world?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Duosuo's face, as if... Laughing at himself.

"She left and let her powerful family humiliate me. I thought my life was over." Duosuo said in a daze," your grandma, she walked so fast and so fast that... Even the word" break up" was said by someone else."

It's not a breakup at all, it's a notice! They told me that she was not an international student at all, that she was a young lady and that she was a gentleman; I wanted to ask her about it, but I only got a beating in return."

"...

Tong Huaer took a deep breath.

The Dongfangjia hit Teacher Duosuo? Does grandma know about this?

"I was lying in bed for two months with only a pile of paint around me. I went to see her as soon as I recovered, but..." Duosuo shook her head and said, "There's no news of her anywhere. I even feel like I was hallucinating. No one has ever heard of her name..."

"Later on, I really thought that in this life, only paint would accompany me."

"I started drinking, and I was even poorer than before, but it doesn't matter. Who cares? I don't care either."

Duosuo's tone was very relaxed. Tong Huaer thought of the first time he met Duosuo. He had such a big upscale studio in the luxurious city center, but it was empty only for him.

It was because he was empty.

So he didn't even care about himself. He didn't care what the bad situation was to him.

Tong Huaer didn't ask Duosuo the same question as he asked Dongfang Furen yesterday. After all, it's not a good thing for a person to keep talking about his tragic and painful past.

"Later, when I thought I was going to starve to death, guess what happened?" Duosuo looked up at her with a strange light in his eyes.

"...

Tong Huaer shook his head.

Duosuo smiled and said, "I became famous. A painting of mine was bought at a high price on the street. The high price made me appear in the local news, so many media came to report me. They portrayed me as a tragedy of a time when I didn't have much talent. After that, there were galleries looking for me. My painting was sold again, and the price was getting higher and higher..."

A series of butterfly effects caused Duosuo's name to ring from small town to abroad, and then spread all over the world from abroad...

"Did grandma send the person who bought your first painting?" Tong Huaer had already guessed.

"No." Duosuo shook his head and said sarcastically, "Not only was it the first painting, but many of the paintings I sold later were bought by her, almost... 200 million." After a pause, Duosuo added, "Pounds."

"...

Tong Huaer took a deep breath.

"Do you think everyone else is a fool? Even if a poor boy really turns a corner, how many people are willing to buy your painting?" Duosuo smiled and shook his head, "It's all fake, Huaer. My value was hyped up. 10 million, 20 million, 200 million. When these astronomical figures appeared, even if they were fake, they became real!"

"More and more people are starting to use my painting as a symbol of wealth. They don't know what art is. They just have a conversation in front of their partners."

Nothing could be more shocking than this. Duosuo had experienced the failure of love in his life. When his career finally got better, and his life could shine again, he found that the life he shone came from his failed love.

Those lights were all fake, and he should have been the poor kid who had fallen down the street drinking, the painter who drew a painting for two pounds that was too expensive.

Even tong Huaer had mixed feelings. Talent was the only thing left of Duosuo at that time, and even that was denied.

"But you are still capable. As you said, those people who bought your paintings are not fools. They may not like art, but that doesn't mean they can't tell a painting from a painting." Tong Huaer bit her lip and said, "Grandma used capital to make you famous, but you also used your own strength to stand in your position!"

Even though Duosuo's reputation was hyped up back then, it was only today that Tong Huaer knew that he had such a past. During the years when Duosuo became an industry legend, no one questioned his strength!

"...

Duosuo remained silent and did not answer the question. After a while, he continued, "That was the only time I dropped my brush."

"... Tong Huaer suddenly opened her eyes wide. To her, who was also a student of painting, she naturally knew that the brush was their most precious thing.

"She exists! She really exists! That's not my dream!" Duosuo seemed to be trapped in the memories of that year, and said in a very urgent tone, "I don't want her charity, I want to seal the pen, and never paint again. Back then, she abandoned me so decisively, and I don't want to give her any chance to pay attention to me, but..."

Duosuo suddenly stopped and sighed. It took a long time before he said, "But it's too late. A lot of people came to find me. They asked me for a painting..."

Dongfang Furen's work was done, and she started Duosuo's career with 200 million pounds. Next, even if she didn't pay a penny, there were plenty of people chasing Duosuo.

Duosuo might be angry. He wanted to stop, but things didn't allow him to stop.

Day after day, dorso became the myth of today. After so many years, his feelings for Dongfang Furen had become indescribable.

No wonder Duosuo always avoided grandma, and when he first saw her, he asked her if she was spying on him again.

Grandma must have been watching Duosuo until she saw that he was on the verge of losing his way, so she helped him.

However, this also shows that when Duosuo was in pain because of grandma, grandma also saw it in her eyes.

But... She never showed up.

"Little disciple, I want to leave here."

Duosuo's voice was very low, not as active as when he was an old child, nor as dignified as when he was angry, but more like begging in a low voice.

He wanted to get out of here. Tong Huaer didn't know where Duosuo wanted to go, but it must be a place without grandma.

"But I can't let you go." Tong Huaer shook his head.

Duosuo looked up at her, not surprised, but disappointed.

"I won't let you go because I can't explain to zong beili, and I don't dare to joke about your health." Tong Huaer looked at the dojo.