He was waiting for a successor who could witness the next century for him, someone who could stir up a storm in the future world with a paintbrush.
After waiting for more than half a century, stubbornly clinging to this world, unwilling to let go, Cao Xuan felt he still hadn't found the person he was looking for.
Being rejected by Cui Xuanyou, he was not angry at all.
Whether the other was willing to teach outsiders or not.
Being able to teach his own son, Xiaocui, a new generation of young painters with an Eastern imprint who attracted media attention, was inherently excellent, very excellent.
It didn't matter even if Xiaocui was German.
Monet, Manet, and Degas were not Japanese either. Truly outstanding culture does not stagnate but embraces and incorporates all.
Among Elder Cao's own disciples,
The most gifted was actually his eldest disciple, unfortunately, who died in a shipwreck.
