Gu Zhijing seems to have a new muse.
He, who never painted portraits, secretly hid a portrait of her in his studio.
When I saw the portrait covered with red cloth, I called the system that had been on standby for three years, "I regret it, I want to leave this world."
Gu Zhijing persuaded me several times to hand over the agency rights of the gallery to the newcomer.
He said that after he helped her get through this difficulty, he would return the gallery to me.
I smiled and agreed, and asked him to draw a portrait of me.
Until at the press conference, the reporter asked him what he thought of my sudden death.
His face became even uglier than when I died.
A well-known painter at home and abroad, when he saw my portrait at the funeral, he never mentioned painting again.
