Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

The car drove smoothly on the road leading to the outskirts of the city. I looked out the window at the scenery rushing past, my thoughts racing.

The suburban art village, where many independent artists gather, might be the place where I can find the answer I'm looking for.

However, reality was far crueler than I had imagined.

I visited several studios, but was turned away by each one.

"Sorry, we do not accept visits from strangers." The cold rejections pierced my eardrums time and time again, like buckets of cold water extinguishing the flame of hope that had been burning in my heart.

Disappointment washed over me like a tide. I stood outside the closed door, my palms slightly sweaty and my fingertips icy cold.

As the sun set, it cast a long shadow over me, and an indescribable sense of dejection enveloped me.

Gong Lin stood silently beside me, his broad, warm hands gently enveloping mine, silently conveying his strength.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in my heart.

Even if the road ahead is bumpy, I will not give up.

After several twists and turns, we finally found an elderly artist who was willing to receive us.

His studio was filled with all sorts of artworks, and the air was filled with the faint smell of oil paint.

I carefully made my way through the crowd, my gaze drawn to an abstract painting.

The colors in the painting are bold and unrestrained, and the lines are rough yet smooth, as if they contain some kind of mysterious power.

I stared at the painting, trying to decipher its meaning, but I felt like a complete novice, knowing nothing at all.

"Ha, you can even understand this?" A sarcastic voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw a well-dressed middle-aged man looking me up and down with a contemptuous gaze.

"Young people these days are so arrogant and ignorant." He shook his head, his tone full of disdain.

I felt my cheeks burning, and a sense of shame spread like wildfire.

I lowered my head, bit my lip, and tried hard to hold back the tears that welled up in my eyes.

The surrounding air seemed to have solidified, so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

"Let's go," I said softly to Gong Lin, my voice trembling slightly.

He gripped my hand tightly, and just as we turned to leave, the studio door opened, and a familiar figure appeared in the doorway…

The person who pushed open the door was Shi Yunshen.

He remained aloof and indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about everything around him.

When he saw Gong Lin and me, he simply nodded slightly as a greeting.

I was about to turn around and leave, but the studio owner warmly invited us to stay and discussed art with Shi Yunshen.

For the next few hours, I felt as if I were in another world.

The studio owner explained various art movements and creative techniques in a simple and easy-to-understand way. I listened with rapt attention, as if I had opened a door to the temple of art.

Occasionally, I would steal a glance at Shi Yunshen and find that he was also listening attentively, with a subtle focus in his eyes.

Gong Lin silently stayed by my side, his broad and warm hands holding mine tightly, as if he were giving me strength.

I looked up at him, and my reflection was in his deep eyes. His gentle gaze made me feel incredibly at ease.

The art exhibition was brightly lit and bustling with people.

A series of paintings in different styles hang on the wall, attracting the attention of countless art lovers.

I wandered through the crowd, admiring each artwork and feeling the emotions expressed by the artists.

Gong Lin held my hand tightly the whole time. His palms were warm and dry, like a ray of sunshine in winter, dispelling the chill in my heart.

I looked up at him, my eyes filled with emotion and love.

He smiled slightly, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, "The composition of this painting is very distinctive, look..."

His warm breath brushed against my ear, and my cheeks flushed slightly.

His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it possessed some kind of magic, making me involuntarily captivated by it.

“Look at its use of light and shadow, and…”

I looked up and met his gaze.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, everything around us disappeared, leaving only him and me, and this space filled with artistic atmosphere.

A sweet atmosphere grew warmer around us, and I felt my heart beating faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of my chest.

"Qingqing, look over there..." Gong Lin suddenly pointed to a painting not far away, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

I followed his gaze and saw Miao Jiajia standing in front of an old painter, speaking anxiously to him.

My heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling welled up inside me...

My pace quickened involuntarily, and Gong Lin noticed my unusual behavior, following closely behind me.

As we approached the old painter, we heard Miao Jiajia's sharp voice: "Mr. Chen, you can't collaborate with someone who's only halfway through their career! What does she know about art? She's just a pretentious charlatan!"

Old Chen's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. He gave an awkward laugh and said, "Miss Miao, Miss Miao has her own unique insights into art..."

"Insights? What insights? Does she know anything about light and shadow? What is composition? What is color matching?" Miao Jiajia pressed aggressively, showing no mercy to Old Chen.

I took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in my heart.

It seems that Miao Jiajia is determined to prevent me from cooperating with Mr. Chen.

"Instead of arguing here, how about we try to communicate in a different way?" I smiled at Miao Jiajia, my tone calm but with an undeniable firmness.

Miao Jiajia was taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to take the initiative to issue a challenge.

She looked me up and down, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes: "How do you want to communicate?"

"How about we hold a small art gathering and invite some art lovers to exchange ideas?" I looked around and my gaze fell on a few young people who were admiring the paintings.

Miao Jiajia sneered: "You? You think you can host an art gathering? Who do you think you are?"

I ignored her sarcasm and walked directly up to the young people, warmly inviting them to my party.

Surprisingly, they readily agreed.

Over the next few days, I actively prepared for the gathering.

I carefully selected the venue, decorated the environment, and prepared some exquisite refreshments.

On the day of the gathering, many people came, including professional artists and amateur enthusiasts.

Everyone discussed various art topics with great enthusiasm, creating a very lively atmosphere.

I stood in the crowd, picked up a niche painting that I had carefully selected, and shared my thoughts with everyone.

The painting is colorful and has smooth lines, as if it is telling the story of the artist's inner feelings.

I analyzed the painter's creative intentions and emotional expression from aspects such as composition, color, and lines.

“Look, the way the light and shadow are handled in this painting is very unique. Through the contrast between light and dark, it creates a sense of depth, as if you can feel the painter’s inner world.” I touched the frame lightly with my finger, my tone filled with excitement.

Those present nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with admiration.

Just as I was immersed in this joyful atmosphere, a piercing sound suddenly came from the doorway.

I turned around and saw Miao Jiajia with a gloomy face, staring intently at me, a cold smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

"Hehe!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a needle piercing my eardrum, instantly freezing the atmosphere in the room.

I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

Miao Jiajia strode towards me, her eyes filled with intense hostility, as if she wanted to devour me.

"Miao Qing, what gives you the right to stand here and talk so much about art, someone who's only entered the field halfway through? What do you know?" Her words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my heart, and the air around me suddenly became tense.

Faced with Miao Jiajia's provocation, I did not back down. Instead, I smiled faintly and looked at her: "Ms. Miao, art is inherently diverse and inclusive. Everyone has their own understanding and way of expression. Instead of arguing here, let's demonstrate our strength through our works."

After I finished speaking, I turned and walked towards the painting to continue explaining my views to everyone.

Miao Jiajia's face turned even uglier, but her sarcastic words did not affect my mood.

I felt Gong Lin's warm hand holding mine tightly, his deep eyes full of encouragement and support.

“You did a great job, Qingqing,” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded and continued talking to the people present.

Miao Jiajia was not to be outdone and kept trying to interrupt me, but I had already learned how to deal with this situation.

I responded to her in a calm yet firm tone, which earned me everyone's respect and support.

The party gradually reached its climax, and everyone's enthusiasm remained undiminished.

However, my gaze inadvertently swept across the corner, where Shi Yunshen stood quietly, his expression complex, as if he were pondering something.

"Professor Shi, what are your thoughts on this painting?" I asked him with a smile, while inwardly I was considering how to collaborate with him to jointly promote the development of the arts.