My Waste Husband

Chapter 257

Standing in the art centre, Milan and Sylvia looked at the painting on the wall. These paintings, not only in terms of painting skills but also in terms of the use of colour and shadow, had reached the extreme heights. Moreover, they had a deep meaning.

"Henry, don't you understand paintings? What do you think is expressed in this picture?" Milan pointed to a painting on the wall. There were a man and a woman sitting on a swing in the painting, and the woman nestled in the man's arms.

Henry looked at the painting and a smile appeared on his face.

As for the painting pointed out by Milan, at that time Henry remembered the last time he saw Master Ferger. Although the painting was extremely vivid, Henry did not think it expressed anything, because at that time Wade White found a foreign celebrity and was flirting with her on the swing. As a result, when Master Ferger saw them, he immediately drew it, but the face of the man and the woman was much blurred.

What did he mean by doing that? It was just a gest of his kindness to Wade at that time.

Of course, Henry certainly could not tell the truth about how the painting came out. Whether or not Milan believed it, it was not good for the reputation of Master Ferger.

In the status of Henry and others, there were some hidden rules, such as some celebrity crocodiles. No matter how humble they were in front of them, they would not tell them.

Henry thought for a moment and said, "The meaning of this painting... Well, maybe it's a kind of envy and admiration for life."

Henry thought for a moment and could only explain in this way.

As soon as Henry finished speaking, a voice came from the side. "What a joke! What this painting shows is obviously a kind of vague love. It can be seen that the woman in the painting is in the man's arms. Although the man doesn't hold the woman in his arms, his hands holding the swing are strong, which gives people a sense of peace of mind. This shows that the man loves this woman. While he is protecting this woman, he is also trying to create a happy life for her." NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Henry took a look at the speaker. He had just seen the middle-aged man standing beside Cody this morning before the art centre was opened. At this time, Cody was also standing here.

The middle-aged man continued, "The man in the painting is sitting on a wooden swing, which shows that his family is not very rich. He doesn't dare to hug the woman, which shows that he has some self-abasement in his heart and thinks that he couldn't give this woman a good life, while the woman shows a kind of inseparable life. The swing is obviously crumbling, but she is still willing to sit with this man and bear the same company! This is an enviable love, not the so-called envy and admiration!"

After the middle-aged man finished, he looked at Henry with dissatisfaction. "Paintings should be appreciated carefully. The meaning expressed in them is not as shallow as some people's eyes. I really don't understand, what qualifications do people like you have to come to the exhibition of Master Ferger?"

The middle-aged man said mercilessly. Obviously, Cody had ordered him to do so.

Henry just smiled at this statement. It was estimated that even Master Ferger himself didn't expect that he could be associated with so many emotions with a casual painting at that time.

When he was drawing, Wade was indeed holding the swing. He just felt that the swing was easier to play than the woman in his arms, and the woman in his arms was not always around. When she knew Wade's identity, she threw herself into his arms. Wade had seen too many women throwing themselves at him, so he didn't care about her at all.

Was this love?

Henry was speechless when he thought about it. What kind of love did Wade have? He was clearly a playboy. He had never seen any girl who could keep his heart.

Cody was satisfied with the middle-aged man's sharp words. He nodded and said to Henry, "Boy, don't be that kind of person. Don't pretend here. If you don't understand paintings, don't talk nonsense, okay?"

Henry smiled and said, "How do you know that I'm pretending?"

"Haha." Cody laughed. "Do you think Master Ferger would envy a man and a woman on this swing? This is just a way for him to express his feelings!"

"Whatever." Henry shook his head and didn't bother to explain to Cody.

"I don't think people like you deserve to stay here. You're talking nonsense. It's disgusting." The middle-aged man beside Cody said.

"I think it's disgusting if you stay here!" Milan said directly, "A painting, we can look at it as we want, and we can understand it as we want. What does it have to do with you?"

"You are insulting art!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly and rebuked.

The corners of Henry's mouth curled into a smile. "You're trying to put on an act. That's an insult to the art, isn't it? Regarding this painting, you are talking nonsense, because this painting does not have so many meanings.

"What a joke! Painting is based on experience. How can a person like you understand this kind of experience?" The middle-aged man sneered.

At this moment, there was a riot in the crowd.

Every time in Master Ferger's exhibition, he would show up to explain his understanding of paintings to the public.

The appearance of Master Ferger had attracted a lot of onlookers.

This was a middle-aged man who was nearly fifty years old. He had a beard and his hair was styled in a long ponytail. Not to mention men in their fifties, even young men, they all could see this style as a trend.

Many people's questions were regarding the artistic conception of each painting.

"Master Ferger, can you tell me what the artistic conception of this painting is?" The middle-aged man who stood next to Cody asked cautiously.

The painting mentioned by this middle-aged man was the one he had just argued with Henry about.

"This painting?" Ferger looked over and didn't notice Henry. "To tell you the truth, this painting really has no artistic conception."

"No concept?" Hearing what Ferger said, the others couldn't believe what he said.

As for his painting, Ferger still remembered how he drew it.

The more successful a person was, the more he could see how insignificant he was. Back then, when he saw those characters, he still remembered the envy and yearning in his heart. His achievement was worthless in front of those people.

As soon as he saw this painting, he thought of the group of people at that time and sighed. "If you have to talk about the artistic conception, I can only say that I envy and admire this kind of life..."

What Ferger said was exactly the same as what Henry said just now!

Such explanation stunned Cody and the middle-aged man beside him.