"If we can’t change the subject, the only option left is to replicate another painting. Fortunately, there’s still time. We’ve all seen the Autumn Scenery Painting, so let’s each make our own copy first and then put them together for discussion and careful revision. Is this method feasible?" Kuang Yun Xian said again.
The discussions grew even louder.
"If only it were that easy!"
"Exactly, although we have all seen the Autumn Scenery Painting, everyone in this circle knows that the painting is famous because of the uniqueness of its mountains, the variety of its trees, and the richness and dazzle of its colors. Most importantly, the changes in light and shadow are enchantingly beautiful. The details in this painting are just too rich; we’ve seen it, but we can’t remember that much."
"Take me, for example, I can only remember about fifty to sixty percent of it."
"At most, I remember seventy percent."
"Those competing are all here for the Autumn Scenery Painting. The goal, we all know very well, is because there is a saying in the art world that replicating the Autumn Scenery Painting can lead to a qualitative leap in one’s own painting skills. It is a clash and collision of artistic technique and perception. Because the Autumn Scenery Painting indeed has that kind of magic!"
Meng Xinian wasn’t interested in these discussions, but hearing their passionate debates made him involuntarily look up at the painting.
Upon looking at it, he couldn’t help but frown.
The whole painting was a blur, how could it be made out to be the Autumn Scenery Painting?
"It’s smeared with quite a lot of colors," he noted.
Chiang Xiao heard his comment and couldn’t help but burst out laughing. That was a particularly blunt and direct assessment.
Quite a lot of colors!
Isn’t that just quite a lot of colors?
She whispered to him, trying not to be overheard, "You can find a hundred and eight colors on the Autumn Scenery Painting, the richness of the palette is admirable. Especially, with so many colors in one painting, it doesn’t immediately reveal its primary color scheme. It still showcases the colors of autumn. Only upon the second look, the third glance, the fourth, with each repeated careful observation, can you discover the small secrets hidden within the painting. That’s also the charm and magic of the Autumn Scenery Painting."
"You know about this painting?"
Meng Xinian looked at Chiang Xiao with surprise.
Chiang Xiao immediately clamped her mouth shut.
Alright, she had been incautious again.
Whenever she saw the painting, she got a bit too excited, without thinking much.
The Autumn Scenery Painting, she was indeed quite thrilled by it.
But in her previous life, she was completely unaware of such a thing. She only knew that the original Autumn Scenery Painting was hidden in her teacher’s study room. Her teacher once said that he had replicated the Autumn Scenery Painting. Unfortunately, that was his most inspired day and the time when his painting went the most smoothly.
After that, he thought about replicating the Autumn Scenery Painting again, but he could never capture that divine touch, so he stopped trying and never replicated it again.
The first replica of the Autumn Scenery Painting that he made, he had d to a school in City M as a collection.
If this painting was indeed the one done by her teacher, then truly, there was no second one to be found. Because her teacher himself could not replicate it anymore.
At that time, her teacher was still unknown, and although he d the painting, he did not leave his name. He said that because he could not replicate it anymore, he lacked confidence; afraid people might request his painting, and when he failed to produce one, he would be suspected of fraud, so he made an anonymous donation.