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said.

”Don ’t make it next time.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, you treat me to lunch. ” Ma Zhida took advantage of the opportunity and said right away.

”No problem. ” Wang Ye nodded the head cleanly.

”Hey-hey.
My recommendation seems to work well.
I even get a free meal. ” Ma Zhida appeared quite proud with a big smile on his face.

He naturally didn ’t know what Wang Ye thanked him for and even Wang Ye himself couldn ’t say it clearly.

It was in Shanghai far away from here.
A small gathering among friends was being held in a two-floor room at the top of a building in a residential community called Huanlesong.

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The reason was that the owner of the room successfully obtained a painting from the auction meeting, an oil painting created by Wu Hai.

”Look.
The application of the somber tone brings out such an artistic conception. ” The owner explained the oil painting hung in the center of the room excitedly.

In the oil painting, a man dressed in the sportswear was running along a quiet side street in the early morning.
One side of the street had been painted vague.
On the other side of the street were several rows of low buildings.
Among them, a restaurant without a shop sigh was the clearest.

The running man was just a figure viewed from the back.
He looked to be running earnestly.
A spark of very bright white was painted in front of him, like dawn when the sun rose up, and also like the last glow of a sunset.

”Do you think the background of the painting is in the morning or in the evening? ” The owner of the painting asked with a look of mystery.

”I feel it ’s in the evening when there are people outside.
But the artist only drew this single person specially, which appears to have more profound meaning. ”

”No, no, no.
It ’s obviously early in the morning.
Only in the early morning can people feel that vitality of the creatures.

”I think none of you is right.
It feels like there ’s not a specific time.
The dim light might be only a misdirection.
We should try to digest it more seriously.

Then, the people started to guess one after another.

The owner of the painting apparently had a confident expression.
Actually, he was just showing off in front of others.
After all, he had asked Wu Hai himself about it, although Wu Hai hadn ’t said anything.

Just when the customers guessed enthusiastically, a woman dressed in a silky beige long skirt was holding the wine glass and standing at an inconspicuous corner with a decorative handbag in her hand.

The woman was plain looking, but she had a kind of gentle and refined temperament, which made others feel very comfortable.

”These people really have a strange understanding about the painting. ” Seeing the crowd getting more and more out of line, the woman revealed a helpless smile on her face.

”But it seems the drawing techniques of that guy, Wu Hai, have greatly increased. ” The woman sighed with emotion.

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”Ta Ta Ta ”.
With her high-heels knocking against the shiny floor tiles and emitting a clear sound, the woman walked to the balcony alone.

Of course, she didn ’t forget to take her coat with her as it was quite cold outside.

She took out her phone and immediately dialed Wu Hai ’s phone.

Being thousands of miles away, Wu Hai was lying on the sofa in his art studio and having a rest.
He had just finished eating his delicacies and was now digesting them slowly.

”Dang Dang Dang… ”the sound of The Symphony of Fate composed by Beethoven came to him.

When Wu Hai took up his phone and saw the name showing on the screen, he stroked his small mustaches subconsciously and then answered the phone.

”Hi, busy girl.
Why do you have time to call me? ” Wu Hai greeted her in a casual tone.

”I saw your painting. ” The woman ’s voice contained some happiness.

”Which painting? ” Wu Hai raised his head and indicated that he didn ’t quite understand.

”The one called The Running Man.
It ’s really beautiful. ” The woman brought out the name of the painting.

”Oh, you mean that one.
It ’s indeed very good and I am satisfied, too. ” Wu Hai suddenly thought of the painting.

He drew the painting when he opened the window early in the morning and saw Yuan Zhou jogging.
After he finished the painting, he felt quite relaxed and relieved.

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