Reed Flowers and Red Pods
About This Novel
On June XX, XX, I finally took out the painting that I had treasured in the studio for many years and held a niche art exhibition named "Love". People whispered and whispered behind each other's backs, discussing the face of the Buddha in the painting that resembled mine, and the face of the nun who seemed to be my student. But when they faced me, they all praised my talent, thinking that it was as radiant as Van Gogh. I was too conceited, but I was still laughing in my heart. After the 1001st cigarette was put out, I decorated the building of our art department with this painting. So, everything exploded. Teacher-student love, moral corruption... All kinds of gossip and various versions of conjectures are overwhelming. Due to pressure, I was forced to resign. That day, it was drizzling, and before I climbed up to the top floor of the Art Department, I took a last look at the painting.
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