After two o'clock in the afternoon, with all 17 oil paintings in the front yard and 10 oil paintings in the back yard in place, Xin Wenhua's art exhibition was finally about to open its doors.

Today, he was going to wear a suit, but when he thought of holding an exhibition in the courtyard, he changed into a dark blue robe in order to meet the occasion.

And Shu Lan, as Xin Wenhua's lover, also changed into a navy blue drop-collar cheongsam and coiled up her long hair.

On the other hand, Xin Qing, as a daughter, did not wear a cheongsam like Shu Lan, but wore a white lace skirt. The skirt reached just above the knee, revealing a pair of thin white calves. The appearance of the hair pulled into a ball, and a necklace of a sweetheart Lori, is full of girlishness.

Liu Hongmei prepared two large barrels of sour plum soup for this exhibition, and after a morning of boiling and cooling, the sweet and sour plum soup showed a jujube red hue.

After much inquiry, Lin Dingqiang finally found enough old ice cubes in several whisky bars in the capital.

Uncle Zhou asked the waiter to lift out the large freezer in the back kitchen, looked at the authentic sour plum soup, and couldn't help but ask for a bowl. After drinking it, he praised it repeatedly, and said that in the future, the sour plum soup in the restaurant will be exclusively provided by Liu Hongmei's family.

Liu Hongmei was trembling about this, especially when she knew that the media would participate in this art exhibition, and she was even more at a loss, but when she heard Uncle Zhou say so, she was relieved.

As the time approached, more and more people walked into this courtyard.

The men were all dressed in straight suits, and they were not too hot, and even the top button of the suit was tightly buttoned. The women were all dressed up, and they almost didn't put the evening dress at the bottom of the box on their bodies.

Strange to say, though.

The sour plum soup in the goblet seems to be their last stubbornness, and they don't forget to shake the cup under the scorching sun to see how much the cup hangs.

After several rounds of greetings, Xin Qing was obviously tired. She drooped her head, walked to Lin Dingqiang's sour plum soup stall, and asked, "Is it hot?"

Lin Dingqiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said jokingly: "If you want to say that the coolest place in the audience is me!

Xin Qing said helplessly: "Of course you are comfortable! I'm going to die of heat! And it's boring! I have only seen many of them twice so far!"

In order to liven up the atmosphere, Lin Dingqiang pretended to say mysteriously: "How about guessing a riddle?"

"You say. Xin Qing responded confidently: "I haven't lost the guess yet!"

"Listen!" Lin Dingqiang's eyes gurgled and he said, "What flowers don't bloom?"

Xin Qing thought it was some kind of difficult riddle, but she didn't expect it to be so simple, and blurted out, "Fireworks, snowflakes, tofu flowers!

"Are you really a master?" Lin Dingqiang paused, and then asked, "What kind of hole is it, only flowing water does not freeze?"

Xin Qing frowned suddenly, this question was obviously beyond her knowledge, and asked rhetorically, "What hole?"

"Mr. Xin, let's have a cup of sour plum soup!" Liu Hongmei came over with a cup of sour plum soup at this time, and said with a smile: "Don't be hot." ”

Xin Qing took it, and after tasting it, the corners of her eyes narrowed into a line, and she said continuously: "It's delicious!"

But just as I was about to ask for the answer, another media came up and asked with a camera, "Miss Xin, is it convenient to take a photo?"

"Okay! you take pictures of all of us!" Xin Qing raised her cup and happily agreed: "And this sour plum soup!"

When Lin Dingqiang heard this, he hurriedly refused: "Forget it! I haven't returned my clothes, I haven't shaved my beard, and I don't look good!"

"It's not about you!" Xin Qing glanced at Lin Dingqiang, "Aunt Liu, don't be busy!

Liu Hongmei hurriedly wiped her hands on her apron, tidied up her sideburns, and stood by Wang Liushun's side cautiously.

"Are you ready?"

Xin Qing stood in the middle of the four of them, holding the sour plum soup, and said happily: "Let's take it!"

After a few seconds, the media person nodded, "Okay! Thank you!"

Xin Qing instructed: "Remember to write a few sentences for the sour plum soup!

"No problem! I've drunk a lot of it! The traffic of our official account is still ranked among the best in Beijing!" said the media man boastingly.

"Qingqing, it's about to start! Shu Lan beckoned and motioned for Xin Qing to go.

"Okay!" Xin Qing put down the sour plum soup in her hand and walked towards Shu Lan, and didn't forget to turn around and say, "Lin Dingqiang, remember to help me keep another cup!" Also, send me the answer!"

Liu Hongmei smiled: "Qiangzi, is Mr. Xin a few years younger than you?"

"yes. ”

"I see! this matter has an eyebrow!" Liu Hongmei said meaningfully.

Wang Liushun asked suspiciously, "Mom, what eyebrows?"

"Usually learn more from Qiangzi!" Liu Hongmei frowned and said, "Don't let me worry about being a mother!"

......

The exhibition was mostly silent, even though it was in the courtyard, except for Xin Wenhua's speech at the beginning, most of the people just watched silently with sour plum soup.

However, the sour plum soup bottomed out quickly, and the two large barrels prepared by Liu Hongmei were about to be drunk, and after these visitors had eaten a few cups of sour plum soup, the buttons of their suits were finally unbuttoned.

Wang Liushun asked Lin Dingqiang in a low voice, "Brother Qiang, do you say that everyone here knows how to paint, why don't they all speak?"

Lin Dingqiang laughed, "Do you want to know the answer?"

"Yes. Wang Liushun nodded.

Lin Ding forcibly handed over his eyes, motioned to Wang Liushun to look at a middle-aged man in the distance, and said in a low voice, "Look at his actions." First, lock on to a painting and slowly approach it. ”

Wang Liushun looked over, and Lin Dingqiang continued: "In the next second, he will either hold his chin, or he will take a closer look." ”

Sure enough, the man in the distance really touched his chin and stared in front of the painting.

"Pay attention to his feet and see how his body moves. Lin Dingqiang smiled secretly: "He should be looking for various angles to appreciate the little girl with a red hat in front of him." ”

Wang Liushun paid close attention to the man's movements according to what Lin Dingqiang said, and when he saw the man move his body and change four or five angles, he exclaimed.

"It's time to nod. Lin Dingqiang raised his eyebrows and said: "This resonates with the world in the painting, if you look at his expression head-on, you will definitely see a grinning face." ”

Wang Liushun asked, "Then he knows how to paint?"

Lin Dingqiang didn't answer this question, but said lightly: "Don't worry, he's leaving." I'm sure I'll have to come back and see. ”

Wang Liushun watched the man's reaction intently, and so far, the state that Lin Dingqiang said was almost all right.

I saw the man slowly take a few steps back, and before leaving, he reluctantly looked at it twice, and then walked to the front of another painting.

"Brother Qiang, you are really a god!" Wang Liushun exclaimed: "Why do you know what he is going to do?"

Lin Dingqiang smiled chicly: "The skills have been handed over to you, the next time you go to see the art exhibition, remember to learn and use it! After this set of processes, you can be regarded as touching the threshold of the art palace!"

"How can I have the opportunity to go to an art exhibition!" Wang Liushun scratched his head and laughed at himself: "However, does he understand?"

Lin Dingqiang shrugged his shoulders, smiled mysteriously, and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?"