Revelation of the Way of Heaven

"Auntie, I want to go too! Let's take Xiaoying with us." Xiaoying stood in front of Han Kexin, tilting her head back with wide, hopeful eyes.

Han Kexin and Guo Shiyi had arranged to go shopping together. They had already changed their clothes and were ready to leave. They originally planned to leave Xiaoying at home to be looked after by Qin Xiaochuan, but how could Xiaoying miss out on such a fun thing as shopping? So she clung to Han Kexin's side from early morning.

Han Kexin knew that she wouldn't be able to enjoy shopping to her heart's content if she brought Xiaoying along, but looking at Xiaoying's pitiful eyes, she finally softened and simply dragged Qin Xiaochuan along as well, so that he could take care of Xiaoying and help them carry their things.

Looking at the two meticulously dressed people, one youthful and lively, pure and charming, and the other aloof and unapproachable, Qin Xiaochuan found them a perfect match and readily agreed.

Bright sunlight danced on the glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers, filtering onto the bustling, fashionable commercial street. The air was filled with the aroma of coffee and the lingering scent of perfume. This street had always been one of the most vibrant commercial streets in XY City, but today it wasn't as lively as he had imagined. Qin Xiaochuan was somewhat surprised, but then he thought that it might be related to the invasion of the monsters. Nowadays, people were trying to stay home as much as possible, so the street was naturally much quieter.

After the two girls browsed several clothing stores and bought a few clothes, Qin Xiaochuan took Xiaoying to play at the children's playground. The roadside signs, which usually displayed pictures of fashionable goods, were all replaced today by pictures of an art exhibition called "Summer Forest Dream." It seemed that the organizers had invested a lot of money in the exhibition.

"Sister Kexin, after we finish shopping on this street, let's go see the art exhibition together," Guo Shiyi said, looking at the GG sign on the art exhibition.

"Modern art is all about chasing fame and profit, trying to please the masses. It looks exquisite, but it has no substance whatsoever. At best, it's just a craft, not art," Han Kexin said indifferently. But then she added, "However, if you want to see it, I'll go with you."

"Great! I want to go see it too!" Xiaoying said happily from the side. In her eyes, she wanted to see any place that was fun, and she never seemed to get tired.

So the group headed toward the art exhibition. Guo Shiyi, holding Han Kexin's hand, walked ahead and said, "It seems that Sister Kexin has a lot of insights into art. You'll have to explain it to me properly."

Wearing sunglasses, Han Kexin said calmly, "Actually, I don't have any particular insights. I just think that true art is about expressing your true self, which is what makes it impactful, rather than simply pursuing techniques and brushwork. However, most modern people are trapped by technical skills and worldly values ​​and aesthetics. They either blindly pursue exquisiteness or forcibly pursue some kind of empty symbolic meaning. Such works may amaze people at first glance, but after looking at them for a while, they will feel that the content is empty and has no impact whatsoever."

The art exhibition was located in a large exhibition hall in the middle of the commercial street. As the two were talking, they passed through the revolving door and entered the exhibition hall, making Xiaoying behind them very anxious. She urged Qin Xiaochuan, "Uncle, hurry up too, let's go over quickly."

"Okay, I got it." Qin Xiaochuan said with a helpless wry smile as he walked behind, carrying two bags in his hands.

When Han Kexin saw the paintings in the exhibition hall, she couldn't help but take off her glasses and unexpectedly began to seriously appreciate the oil paintings. Guo Shiyi understood her behavior because when she looked at those paintings, she couldn't help but feel a slight shock in her heart.

"Sister Kexin, is this what you meant by the true self?" Guo Shiyi couldn't help but ask. "I feel like I can hear delicate breathing in the brushstrokes of these paintings."

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"It seems I was too hasty. Even in a materialistic society, there are still people who dare to express their true feelings. Such a person is probably a fool," Han Kexin said.

"The style of this painting looks familiar; I feel like I've seen it somewhere before," Guo Shiyi suddenly frowned. She carefully observed the painting, and the unique charm it contained made her feel particularly familiar.

"Oh right, it's Sister Wei." Guo Shiyi finally remembered. She had seen a handbag with special meaning in Lin Shiwei's shop. Although Lin Shiwei's handbag and these paintings were different in form, the sincerity revealed in their works was consistent. "I remember Sister Wei said that her artistic creation was inspired by a painter. Could it be the person who organized this exhibition?" she said, looking at the signature of the oil painting - Lin Xia.

"That's quite a coincidence," Han Kexin said. "I really would like to get to know this true artist."

As they continued to talk and admire the paintings, Guo Shiyi suddenly stopped in front of one of them. The painting was located in the center of the exhibition and was probably one of the main paintings. It depicted countless butterflies fluttering freely in the sunlight filtering through the trees. The painting wasn't particularly beautiful and even had a childlike feel to it, but when Guo Shiyi's gaze settled on it, she felt as if all the butterflies were flying towards her, and an extreme sense of freedom instantly struck her heart.

"Such pure freedom!" Guo Shiyi couldn't help but exclaim. Looking at the thick, powerful brushstrokes and the intense clash of colors, she couldn't help but say, "This is probably the true power of life." Han Kexin, standing to the side, was also drawn to the scene and couldn't speak for a long time.

"I didn't expect that these two beauties are also knowledgeable about painting. If Lin Xia could hear your comments, she would definitely be very pleased." A voice suddenly came from behind.

Guo Shiyi and Han Kexin turned around at the same time, and when they saw who was speaking, they exclaimed in unison, "It's you!"

The two were surprised because the person standing behind them was someone they knew, the guide who had led them to Kunlun Ruins but disappeared halfway there—Alim, who was also Du Cheng, who had saved Qin Xiaochuan.

"I never expected to meet you here. It seems we are truly destined to meet," Du Cheng said with a smile. Dressed in a suit and tie, he looked every bit the upper-class elite, far superior to the down-on-his-luck Alim in the Western Regions tavern.

Qin Xiaochuan, who was originally looking at paintings with Xiaoying on the other side, came over immediately when he heard the commotion. When he saw Du Cheng, he couldn't help but say, "It's you. What's your purpose in being here? You're not here to see the art exhibition too, are you?"

Du Cheng always appeared in unexpected places and behaved strangely. Although he never showed any malice, Qin Xiaochuan had to be wary of him.

"Why can't I go to an art exhibition?" Du Cheng said with a smile. "Besides, I was the one who organized this exhibition."

"You mean you painted all these pictures?" Guo Shiyi asked curiously. Unlike Qin Xiaochuan, although Du Cheng's behavior was hard to understand, he had saved Qin Xiaochuan's life, so Guo Shiyi didn't have any ill feelings towards him.

"I don't have that ability." Du Cheng's gaze involuntarily shifted to the painting. "I'm just being guided by this person who interprets art with his life."

Looking at him, Qin Xiaochuan suddenly felt a deep sadness. This sadness was not something Du Cheng actively expressed, but rather something Qin Xiaochuan sensed through his telepathic abilities. Qin Xiaochuan frowned, because logically, his telepathic abilities should not produce such a strong response to someone whose background and psychological motivations were completely unknown.