On the Monday afternoon of Easter, after a rainy day, the weather was slightly cool, Su Xiaoqi wore a gray double-breasted trench coat and went out along the Seine River to the place where she last time, the bookstore owner listened to her inquiry, touched his nose, and said, "Are you interested in Orenz's paintings?"

"He's a reclusive painter, I don't know if he's still living there? You go down the river bank and walk 500 meters to the right to the number xx to inquire, maybe he hasn't moved yet. ”

She turned right into an alley, and finally came to a house, the copper-colored door was slightly open, and she knocked softly, but no one answered inside. Pushing open the door, I glanced in, and through the light of the window, I caught a glimpse of a variety of drawings, watercolors, and oil paintings stacked inside.

It was a long time before the painter, who was sitting behind the easel, looked up, "You?" he glanced at the young girl standing in the doorway, "What's the matter with me?"

Chinese women look petite in the eyes of Europeans and Americans, and they can't tell their age. Her body looks like a Chinese, except that her eyes are a little different in color in the light. In his eyes, she looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

Su Xiaoqi walked in and stood in front of Orenz, "I wonder why you didn't sell those paintings last time?"

The painter put down his pen and said, "Miss, I'm sorry. He didn't look up at her, his eyes were on his own sketches, "The paintings in this room are not real art in my eyes, they are just sales made during this time, and I don't plan to sell them again." ”

The young girl stood in the room, glanced at the paintings around her faintly, and said, "The real art is this painting of the Wind God and the Flower God hanging on the wall?"

Only then did he raise his head and take a closer look at the young girl with black hair and black eyes.

She said softly: "I have inquired about you, Mr. Orenz, I know that you are living in difficulty, and I am willing to provide you with a living allowance free of charge. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Orenz's eyes, "Where did you know that?"

She lowered her eyes and said, "That kind of work should not be painted on drawing paper, you are very strict with yourself, but you put those paintings on the bookstall to sell, you must not have enough money." You don't want to paint for the market, and I agree with that, so I'm willing to fund you. ”

"That's all?" he asked, disbelieving him, "why are you doing this?"

The girl stood quietly in the middle of the room looking at the paintings, lowered her eyelashes and narrowed her gaze, looked back at him, and said, "Monsieur Orenz, you are very talented, and if you paint those works for the sake of the market, you will be ruined." ”

A young girl in a trench coat stared at him and said, "Trust me, I'm a good investor." ”

"Investor?" he muttered, sweeping a slightly skeptical glance over the young-looking girl.

"You say my painting is good, but what is good about my painting?" he asked her sideways. In Paris, a place where art is piled up, there are too many works of art......

The young girl looked up at the painting on the wall, the oil painting embedded in the brown wooden frame, the protective oil on the smooth surface of the painting, the flower goddess Flora had a soft and beautiful face, holding a dress in her left hand and raising her right hand slightly, she and the wind god Zefu danced hand in hand.

She had hardly ever seen such a fine painting in Paris, and she reached out to touch the painting, as if this was the only way to get close to its origin, and just as she was about to touch the frame, she took a step back.

The young girl stared at the oil painting on the wall and said slowly: "This painting has a unique style, it brings a visual impact, the use of color is bold and imaginative, and the characters and scenery in the painting are also very aura, you will feel very comfortable looking at it, and you want to keep looking at it, no matter how long you look at it, you will have a feeling of being new for a long time." ”

"I can't help but think of a sculpture of the goddess of flowers in Italy, which is equivalent to the Chinese terracotta warriors and horses...... I believe that one day, you will be able to paint such works. ”

The painter raised his eyes and looked at the girl seriously, she was wearing a gray coat and a black sweater, she was clearly very young, and she could see that she was a school student, but this young girl understood his painting and gave such a high evaluation.

He had paid too much for his paintings, and how could this be understood by ordinary people? The person in front of him who understood his paintings was like reading himself.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "It's the first time I've heard such an evaluation. ”

"You should be a student, right? Want to be an investor?" he asked.

Su Xiaoqi stood in front of him and bent slightly □ asked, "Yes, are you interested in signing a contract with the gallery?"

The painter deliberately rejected her, saying, "Thank you for your appreciation, I don't have the idea of signing a contract with the gallery right now." ”

Su Xiaoqi stood up straight and took out her mobile phone, "Then, please give me your account number, and reply to me with a message after receiving this month's living allowance." ”

"What are you doing here?" asked Orenz in surprise.

She said in a gentle tone, "Even if you don't want to sign a contract, what I just said to you still counts." ”

"Why bother? You don't have to. "He wouldn't allow himself to accept the help of a little girl.

She turned her head and explained, "Naturally, so that you can draw better pictures." ”

"You're still in school, right? He said to her.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly and smiled, "Not everyone will be funded by me, I appreciate you, Mr. Orenz, I know you don't paint for the market." A good investor doesn't have to see a fish in his pocket to cast his net. ”

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly: "You invest like this, aren't you afraid of losing money, aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"

The corners of her mouth curled: "I came here mainly to see paintings, as well as ...... Look at people. "For art investors, some art is priceless and some is worthless.

A good work of art is a work of art created by a good artist. A good artist should have a distinctive personal style, good cultivation and quality, a skillful use of artistic techniques, and a profound theoretical foundation.

His works are scarce because of their excellence, and they will not be mass-produced in order to cope with the market.

She said to him seriously, "I believe in my vision, and I feel a thriving vitality in your paintings, and the healing power of a work of art. ”

He lowered his head and said, "I don't know what to say anymore." ”

"Monsieur Orenz, if you have time, why don't we go to the Seine for coffee, and I can tell you in detail about the collaboration with the gallery. She extended an invitation to him.

He wanted to refuse, but he wanted to speak, but he looked into the eyes of the young girl, and there was a sincerity in her eyes, and her dark eyes shone with the light of fire, which were bright and warm, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in them.

"Alright!" he nodded in agreement.

Su Xiaoqi asked Orenz to sit down in a café by the Seine. Bars and cafés abound in Paris, and on a clear day, cafés stretch from the inside to the sidewalks. The French drink coffee differently than the Chinese, and they can sit bored all day as long as one person asks for a cup of coffee.

The reason why I like Orenz is that his paintings are excellent works of art, with a solid foundation and aura, and it is a pity that he is buried! Moreover, he is not willing to paint for the sake of the market.

She knows in her heart that some artists don't value money, and they can't impress each other with money alone.

"It's amazing that you want to be an investor at such a young age. He sat down and said, taking a sip of his coffee.

Su Xiaoqi gently stirred the coffee with a small spoon and said, "My goal is to be a good investor and art collector. ”

"Oh?" he smiled at the corners of his mouth, his expression clearly not very convinced, "what a lofty goal!"

Her eyebrows curled, "Mr. Orenz, will you work with me? ”

"I understand that you want to help me, but thank you anyway. "The painter could not accept the little girl's funding.

She stirred the cup with a small spoon and said, "Haven't you ever thought that your work would have the opportunity to be exhibited with the works of famous artists?"

He squinted his eyes and smiled, "Preparing for the exhibition? ”

She lowered her eyelashes and said slowly: "I'm from Rome, Italy, and there is a century-old shop running a gallery in the north of the city of Rome, which is my family's gallery, and I'm looking for great art. ”

She told him: "If you sign a contract with a gallery, you have the opportunity to appear in exhibitions in Rome, Venice, Florence, etc., and our gallery is basically showing the works of the best painters of a certain period. ”

His blue eyes looked at her, as if assessing what she was saying.

Su Xiaoqi knew that she was right, talented young people were somewhat arrogant, and naturally thought that their works should be excellent.

She put a document on the table and said, "We are a qualified institution in Italy, and this is the introduction of the gallery. ”

He picked it up and looked at it, as if to confirm it, and asked, "Italian galleries?"

She replied, "Yes, the Catros Gallery is 100 years old, so you can trust its credibility and trust us to sell your work." ”

"So, you're familiar with the gallery?"

Su Xiaoqi nodded at him and said, "I won't boast to you at will, I will definitely try my best to sell your works to the best customers." ”

"However, you will sign me to a long-term contract. She took out a contract she had with her and said, "Take a look at this contract first, and if you have any questions about its terms, you can ask me." ”

He took the contract and read it carefully, and raised his head, "You funded me with this sum of money?"

She smiled and said, "This is your upfront benefit." ”

"Pre-welfare?" he glanced at the girl in front of him.

"Nature is for you to draw better works. She explained to him carefully: "Since you are a long-term painter in the gallery, your growth, experience and vision are closely related to the gallery, and the sponsorship fee above the contract is to cultivate your talent." ”

He looked up at her, and the young girl sat across from him, smiling like a spring breeze.

He lowered his eyelashes, scanned the contract again, and the terms were generous, as the gallery sold more paintings, the more shares and benefits the painter would get according to the agreement, and as a collaborator, she did not hesitate to give.

He looked at her with some surprise, looked at her for a while, and then said, "I now believe that you are an investor." ”

She asked, "So, what else do you need to know?"

Before today, he would never believe that he would be "bought" by a young girl. But within half a day of their meeting, she moved his heart as an artist, and the girl not only knew his paintings, but her eyes seemed to pass through the vast world through the painting, knowing what he wanted.

He lowered his eyelashes and put down the contract: "I have no objection to the terms of the contract. ”

The young girl sitting opposite raised her black eyes, a clear smile floated to the corner of her mouth, and she stretched out her hand and said, "Then I hope we will have a happy cooperation in the future." ”

A smile appeared on the corner of the painter Olentz's mouth, and he stretched out his right hand to hold her hand and said, "Happy cooperation." ”