NOVPUBChapter 1116: 511 Lotus_3 Chapter 1116: 511 Lotus_3 Charlotte Aria held down Catherine Liam’s restless hand, her low voice filled with suppressed anger, “Mom, you’re being too impulsive.”
Catherine Liam was growing anxious: “I just thought it might be an opportunity!”
Charlotte Aria closed her eyes in defeat, saying, “Alright, stop talking.
Your silence is the best help you can give me.”
Catherine Liam seemed hurt and hung her head in silence.
Kelly Martinez yawned lazily, propping up her chin with one hand, looking sleepy.
“I should have known it would be this boring.”
She stared at the side of Violetta Gartia’s face.
The dim and dreamy lighting seemed to plunge her into a gentle dreamland along with her heavy consciousness.
Chaos, murmur of music, grating breaths, passionate souls!
Pieces of fragmented memories gradually assembled into a beautiful face in the torrent of her mind.
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Kelly Martinez suddenly opened her eyes, staring at the face so close to her with a hint of bewilderment.
The man seemed to sense her gaze and turned to look at her.
In that instant, it was as if even her soul had sharply trembled.
Something had broken through from the soil of her memory.
Then the auctioneer’s energetic introduction rang in her ears, “The first auction item for tonight is ‘The Love of the Lotus’ by Leander Cosmo from the Yue Dynasty.
Famously said to be a painter who came from a poor background, he possessed exceptional artistic talent and was sold by his money-obsessed family into servitude in the palace.
Later, by virtue of his skills, he became a court painter.
He is regarded as the founder of Jingschool Landscape painting.
His style is concise and free, unique in its own way.
The ‘misty clouds’ technique he created with his paintings of mountains and rocks is thereafter known as ‘Misty Cun’ and had a great influence on landscape paintings for generations.”
“Although Leander Cosmo is highly accomplished in landscape painting, he also has another name…
Do you all know what it is?
He’s known as ‘Lover of the Lotus’ and his dwelling was called ‘Danruan Garden’.
‘The lotus leaves fall, and the green waves start to rise,’ This legendary masterpiece, ‘The Love of the Lotus’, was created when Grandmaster Yan was in his prime, expressing his ideality through the lotus; it grows out of the mud yet remains unstained, bathed in clear ripple, not bewitched by its milieu.”
The auctioneer, wearing a pair of brand-new white gloves, carefully unrolls a painting.
The painting was sketched with light ink, its lines simple and fluid.
There are brooks babbling, distant mountains clear, lotus flowers breaking through the water, their tendril stand tall, pure, and elegant.
Each petal seems to possess a soul.
Tucked away amongst the lotus couplets, a boat hides with the enchanting silhouette of a woman faintly visible.
She resonates with the blooming lotus, each providing an imagery of the other.
There was a ripple of admiration around the room.
No profound artistic cultivation or knowledge is needed to appreciate this painting.
If you have eyes that know how to seek out beauty, you will be deeply captivated by the serene sentiment within this art piece.
Nana Breezent mumbled, “Is this an original?”
Charlotte Aria replied with a smile, “Of course, it’s an original.
The Heirloom Ink Auction House sells only originals.
Rumor has it that the owner of this auction house is a major collector, holding an auction every three years, and display three works at each auction.
He looks for the right people to take these works home.
He doesn’t need a high price, nor does he need a noble status.”
Nana Breezent curiously asked, “So what does he require?”
Charlotte Aria, gazing at the painting, said lightly, “Nothing but a pair of eyes that can appreciate art.”
“That simple?”
“Sometimes, what looks simple can be quite complex.”
Nana Breezent was confused, glancing around, “Did I come to the wrong place?”
“Nana, you’re certainly in the right place.
Every invitation sent by the Heirloom Ink Auction House has its value.
Think about it, Nana, among your family and friends is there anyone who has made any contribution or sacrifice to art?”
Nana Breezent frowned in thought for a while, then suddenly smacked her thigh, “One of my uncles is a somewhat famous painter.
I see, it appears that I’m benefiting from his reputation.”
Charlotte Aria smiled faintly, “Exactly.”
Nana Breezent sighed, “But I don’t understand this painting at all.
It seems that it and I are not fated.”
The auctioneer spoke up, “What have all of you discovered in this painting?
Please share your thoughts.”
“We should aim to be pure like the lotus flower.
Growing from the mud, yet remaining unstained; bathed in clear ripple, not bewitched by its milieu.
Resist the temptation of the world and abide by our initial intention.” A clear voice rang out.
The auctioneer turned to the young lady talking and smiled, “Ms.
White is a purist.” 𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔭𝔲𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
The auctioneer asked again, “Has everyone noticed anything in this painting?
Please feel free to share your thoughts.”
“We should be like the lotus, pure and unstained.
Growing out of the mire but remaining clean.
Bathed in clear ripple, yet not bewitching.
Withstand the temptations of the world and stick to our original intentions.” A crisp voice replied.
