Everyone is born with a yearning and pursuit for art.
The difference lies in the varied understanding and recognition of art among individuals.
Some appreciate the beautiful writing and suggestive language in Jin Ping Mei, peering through its facade to glimpse transcendent love.
But others... only enjoy the illustrations inside.
They linger over different poses, passionately discussing whether muscle strain would occur.
Lu Chuan felt he was neither of the former nor the latter.
Compared to spending time chatting with a police beauty like Shen Yan, Jin Ping Mei seemed like mere paper talk, trivial matters.
"The art exhibition in Haizhou City opens tomorrow. I have two invitation tickets. Want to go together?"
"I'd be honored."
This was Lu Chuan's reply on WeChat.
When Lu Chuan was a child, he also learned to draw.
Back then, for some reason, it seemed like every child in the country had to learn something.
Drawing, singing, dancing, piano, guzheng, and even taekwondo.
