CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 389: YOU DREW IT YOURSELF

For Rong Qingqing, today’s art exhibition is like a student having to do homework.

A hassle, but a necessary process.

Shen Jue hadn’t said a word; when Rong Qingqing took a step forward, he followed suit.

In this quiet manner, more than half an hour passed until Rong Qingqing stopped in front of a painting of grapevines.

Rong Qingqing couldn’t help but exclaim, "This painting looks so real."

The painting hung there, light illuminating it, making the grapes on the vine appear lifelike.

It made Rong Qingqing’s mouth water just looking at it.

Shen Jue noticed Rong Qingqing’s little action of swallowing and silently curled his lips.

"Do you like this painting?" Shen Jue asked.

"It’s... okay... I guess," Rong Qingqing answered ambiguously, "Just okay."

"Do you know who painted this?" Shen Jue looked at Rong Qingqing with a teasing gaze, "Doesn’t it look familiar?"

Rong Qingqing’s scalp tingled immediately.

Familiar?

No.

Not at all.

She swore she really hadn’t seen it before.

But looking at Shen Jue’s expression, Rong Qingqing felt something was off, as if she should recognize it.

Rong Qingqing thought for a moment and tentatively said, "I seem to have a vague impression."

Shen Jue’s eyes shifted.

He chuckled, "Your memory is really terrible. You painted this yourself, and you only have a vague impression?"

"Me?" Rong Qingqing pointed at herself.

Me!! Damn!!

Rong Qingqing felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.

The original owner’s memory didn’t include this at all.

Or rather, the original owner didn’t leave much memory for Rong Qingqing.

Regarding this, there was almost none.

So Rong Qingqing really didn’t recognize that this painting should have been "hers."

"Could it be that you painted it so long ago that you forgot?" Shen Jue still understood, "After all, you’ve always been painting, and it’s normal not to remember your old works over time."

Rong Qingqing felt Shen Jue’s words were also a bit off.

As the artist, is it normal not to remember your own work?

Rong Qingqing wasn’t a three-year-old child.

For a work to be sent to a charity art exhibition for sale, it must be a piece the artist is satisfied with and proud of.

Would the artist really forget such a piece?

However, since Shen Jue said so, Rong Qingqing didn’t respond.

Thinking that Shen Jue was probably trying to help her save face forcefully.

Rong Qingqing thought, after all, there’s no way Shen Jue would have thought that this body had switched a core.

Switched for a pure science student who can play games, code, change lightbulbs, and fight.

"Do you remember which other painting of yours is here?" Shen Jue asked with a smile, "I heard there are two of your paintings in this exhibition."

"Huh?" Rong Qingqing was bewildered again, then glanced at the wall.

Her gaze fell on a pomegranate tree.

Thinking to herself, there are only two paintings of fruit trees here, so these two should be by the same artist.

After all, every artist has their preferred style, and specific things they like to paint.

The probability of the same species being by one artist is quite high.

After analyzing, Rong Qingqing pointed to that pomegranate tree, softly saying, "If I remember correctly, it should be that pomegranate tree, right?"

It was also painted lifelike.

Just looking at it made you want to reach out and pluck one to eat.

Shen Jue gave Rong Qingqing a meaningful look, not confirming or denying it, and suggested they go look at another area.

Seeing Rong Qingqing giving him a puzzled look, Shen Jue remained silent.