So that's what happened!

Fang Xingwei and the others didn't care, so they followed Fu Mubai into the gallery.

In fact, these four people don't have any intention of looking at paintings, they mainly want to get closer to Fu Mubai, so as not to ask Fu Mubai to look at his face in the future.

But since they came to see the exhibition, they just followed it and took a look at it, and it was time to pass the time.

Today's art exhibition is mainly based on paintings by modern and modern painters, and this gallery is also newly opened, and you can't see any antique paintings here, but there are more oil paintings inherited from the West.

Fu Mubai herself doesn't have any background in painting, the only thing she can draw is to draw symbols. Fortunately, the original intention of learning to draw was also to draw talismans better, and he also left skills on this body, which made Fu Mubai quietly relieved.

Fu Mubai had never seen an oil painting in her previous life, and if she hadn't received the memories of the original body and flipped through some books in this life, I was afraid that she would still be shocked by this fresh school of painting.

And even if she accepts the existence of oil paintings, she still can't understand those abstract oil paintings.

"This kind of messy painting can even be taken out for exhibition?!"

The sudden sound startled Fu Mubai.

If it weren't for the voice of a man, she would have thought that she was saying what was in her heart!

Fu Mubai looked sideways, and saw Fang Xingwei looking at these oil paintings on the wall with a disgusted expression: "Just a bunch of paints scattered together, this can also be called a painting?......!" This painting even has a name, what is it called "Field of Hope"? The Field of Hope, which I sang about when I was a child, is not like this at all!"

Fu Mubai: "......"

She felt that what Fang Xingwei said was quite reasonable, and even wanted to say yes.

Du Zehua hurriedly tugged at the corner of Fang Xingwei's clothes and reminded in a low voice: "You be quiet! Don't you see that many people are looking at you?"

This kind of decoration is a relatively high-end gallery, and the guests invited are all of a certain social status or cultural literacy. Everyone prides himself on being a cultural person, so naturally they will not talk about it in such a place. Even if there are some conversations in private, they are all deliberately lowered in their voices.

Therefore, Fang Xingwei's sudden shouting was particularly abrupt, and naturally attracted the attention and scrutiny of the people around him.

Although Fang Xingwei is not a person who listens to persuasion, he also noticed that so many people around him are staring at him. His ears turned red, and he really subconsciously lowered his voice: "What kind of broken painting is this, does the owner of this gallery understand painting?"

Du Zehua and several people: "......"

It's like you know how to draw.

Didn't you learn to draw as a child?

"People call this abstraction, and they use intention to represent concreteness. Fu Mubai finally had the memory of the original body, so he explained, "Look at the yellow, doesn't it look like a rice field with a good harvest, and then look at the green, doesn't it look like a lush mountain? And that white, it's a flowing river......

Fang Xingwei's face was strange: "Then if this is called abstraction, I will also paint!"

Fu Mubai: "...... Then you can go back and try it yourself, and maybe you can draw something great!"

If he doesn't step on the thunder himself, he won't know about the suffering of this society!

Fang Xingwei looked eager to try, and it seemed that he really planned to go back and try it for himself!

Du Zehua had a headache when he looked stupid, and asked, "The paintings in this gallery are all for sale, right?

"Of course!" Fu Mubai said, "People open galleries, not museums, and the paintings in them are of course commodities, and they must be sold." This "Field of Hope" is actually quite good, the composition is quite unique, and the application of various colors is also in place. However, this style of painting is not mature enough, I have never heard of the name of the writer, it should be the work of a new painter, and the price is not too high, maybe tens of thousands of yuan!"

"Tens of thousands of yuan?!" Fang Xingwei shouted again, "This kind of thing can also be sold for tens of thousands of yuan?"

Although tens of thousands of yuan is nothing to him, the last time he invited Fu Mubai to eat, it cost him tens of thousands. But last time, the tens of thousands of yuan of things were eaten in the stomach, and if anyone let him smash tens of thousands of dollars on this kind of messy oil painting, he was afraid that he would have to throw a sentence of "neurosis" to the other party!

Fu Mubai didn't bother to pay attention to him, and only said to Du Zehua: "Of course, the price is tens of thousands of yuan, but the final transaction price may not be so." Even if you are a famous painter, you can bargain for a painting that you can sell, not to mention this kind of painter who is not yet famous? If you like this painting, you can talk to the staff of the gallery, and the price you can get it in the end should be less than five figures. ”

Du Zehua: "...... That's not necessary, I'm just asking. ”

Although he didn't show his dislike for this painting, in fact, his thoughts were the same as Fang Xingwei's, and he also felt that this was a painting with strange flowers!

If you really want him to pay for this painting, wouldn't that be adding to his own blockage?

Seeing that Du Zehua really didn't mean to buy paintings, Fu Mubai didn't say any more, but continued to walk forward with a few people.

Fang Xingwei looked at an entire wall of oil paintings, and almost began to doubt life.

He thought that the previous "Field of Hope" was already very strange, but he didn't expect that there were so many strange oil paintings in this gallery!

And looking at the appearance of those who came to visit, they even commented on these paintings with a lot of care, as if there was some treasure hidden in these paintings that he couldn't see as a foolish man!

Even Fu Mubai looked at it very seriously, and she had to look at each painting for at least a few minutes. For Fang Xingwei, this is simply like a year!

No, it's clear that seconds are like years!

Du Zehua and others also couldn't stand it.

Although it is very important to befriend Master Fu, if the price is to keep them looking at some oil paintings in this gallery that they can't even admire, then they would rather give up befriending Master Fu for the time being!

Du Zehua and the others looked at each other, and just as they were about to talk to Fu Mubai to take a breath, they saw Fu Mubai stop in front of a new oil picture.

This is a relatively ordinary-looking oil painting, at least much more ordinary than the so-called abstract oil paintings just now.

Because it's just a simple portrait, it's still a young woman.

However, this painting feels particularly eerie.

Maybe it's because the woman in the painting has a bright smile on her face, but her eyes are full of tears of fear?