Yan Lan saw Bian Rui as soon as he came in, there was no way, Bian Rui's dress and his height matched him, in the current group of people, it was like a small Eiffel Tower in a domestic cottage park, it was difficult to see it or not.

Originally, Yan Lan was about to come up to say hello, but who knew that he was robbed by a person and said two words, and when he finished speaking, Yan Lan felt that this person was really interesting when he looked at Bian Rui again.

When others look at the exhibition, they either stand in front of the painting and ponder, or they can't stop nodding their heads to show that they understand and understand what the author wants to express, only Bian Rui's face looks like he is constipated, and he still shows a weird smile from time to time, as if he is watching some kind of comedy.

made Yan Lan feel that looking at Bian Rui seemed to be more interesting than looking at paintings.

Yan Lan stood and watched for less than a minute, and a man in his forties, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, with a goatee on his face, stood beside Yan Lan and began to talk to Yan Lan.

Yan Lan knew that this was one of the artists participating in this exhibition, and it was said that he was now quite famous in the art world, and he was a well-known figure in the local Provincial Artists Association.

After chatting with this for a while, Yan Lan felt bored, she saw the disgusting ingredients in this person's eyes, Yan Lan is not a little girl who doesn't know anything, she has been dancing for so many years, and she is still beautiful, what kind of thoughts have the men around her never met?

Yan Lan will not be frightened by the name of this master, she knows that not to mention that this is not a master, even among the masters there are shameless, a person's skill level has nothing to do with his character, there are more masters in history who have no discipline.

Just talk about Cai Jing, isn't the handwriting bad? Is it a calligraphy master? Of course, it is, but his character goes without saying. In modern times, there is still the one who is iron-clad, academically there is nothing to say, but when it comes to his personality, it is estimated that there are only two words to describe him.

I didn't want to continue chatting with this person, but this person was not interested in it, and it seemed that he wanted to chat hard, so it happened that at this time, Bian Rui came over with a smirk, which reminded Yan Lan of a sentence: Mentally handicapped children are much happier!

Bian Rui really couldn't remember Yan Lan's name, but when people called him, he couldn't get over, so he pretended to recognize Yan Lan and walked over with a smile.

"It's a coincidence that I met you here!" Bian Rui smiled.

Yan Lan also smiled: "What a coincidence!"

"Who is this?"

The big artist who was thinking carefully saw that an unknown boy suddenly ran up, and he was a little unhappy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, just asked lightly.

"My friend, come, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Liu Banbi, and his work is ......" Yan Lan began to introduce.

Bian Rui heard it and said in his heart: It turns out that this is the author of the old tree light girl, look at the name of the family, half of the wall, if you change your surname, Bian Rui still thinks that half of the song world is here.

If you don't look at the name and only look at the person, a soft female voice will definitely sound in Bian Rui's ears: Da Lang, get up and drink medicine!

"You know how to draw?"

"I can't talk about understanding, that is, I can't put it on the table," Bian Rui said.

Bian Rui is really not polite, Bian Rui is quite confident, calligraphy practice is also unsatisfactory, it is this painting, Bian Rui really has no talent, when he feels that he is okay, but when he paints the pen, that guy!

But painting is not good, there are so many things in the space, Bian Rui's eyesight has been raised, and he has become a typical person with low eyesight.

"It seems that I still understand something, so what do you think of these works?" said Mr. Liu Banbi slowly.

Bian Rui smiled: "Where do I dare to evaluate, I look good."

Seriously, Bian Rui's painting skills are really not higher than the level of some people here, but the level of appreciation is really high, just let him say, it's like cooking dumplings in a teapot - you can't pour out the goods.

"Feel free to talk about it!"

"Don't dare, don't dare! I really can't say anything, I'm also a limited level," Bian Rui hurriedly waved his hand.

Mr. Liu Banbi's impression of Bian Rui changed a little, and he felt that although this kid looked annoying, he didn't hate it to the point of being angry.

How does Mr. Banbi know, Bian Rui is now muttering in his heart: You are all painted like this, what is there to evaluate, I want to say that you are afraid that your hands will break the paper when you use these paintings to wipe your buttocks, can you go back and practice hard?

If Mr. Banbi knew that Bian Rui was thinking about this now, he would probably have to take a quick-acting heart-saving pill immediately, and he would have to go to the crematorium to climb the chimney for a minute at night.

Seeing Bian Rui's confession, Liu Banbi began to continue to talk to Yan Lan, from the moment he saw Yan Lan, Mr. Banbi's old heart seemed to come back to life, and he had already imagined countless times that the beauties in front of him would worship under his own strong artistic atmosphere, looking up to himself and worshiping himself. Well, naturally, you can hey, hey, hey.

Although his real height is less than Yan Lan's shoulders, Mr. Banbi firmly believes that with his fame, as long as he shows his charm, fans like this will pounce on him, crying and shouting for his luck.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Liu, my friend and I still have something to say," Yan Lan said.

Liu Banbi, who just wanted to open his mouth, suddenly felt that his words were stuck in his throat and eyes, and he was very uncomfortable.

"Well, if I have the chance, I will invite Miss Yan to my studio to have a look, and every once in a while some of my friends will discuss painting skills together in my studio, if you are interested, you can also come to ......."

Bian Rui saw that this old man was rambling endlessly, and he couldn't see what this person was thinking, and he sneered in his heart and despised this old guy: A girl who can buy millions of motorcycles to play with, whether her family is rich or the people she relies on are rich, she will not take a fancy to your kind of goods, nor will she pee to show her virtue.

What kind of artist sounds good, don't look at one by one, it's this art association, that painting association, there are not many people who really have money in their pockets, although Bian Rui is a graduate of a second-rate art school, but the twists and turns in it are almost the same even if they are not Menqing.

If you believe in contemporary living painters, a painting can sell for one or two hundred million, and Bian Rui doesn't talk to a simple person like you, so you might as well go home and watch Ultraman fight monsters.

If you really want to invest one or two hundred million in artworks, even if you can't buy Monet and Qi Baishi, then you buy a collection of works by masters like Bazier or Li Keran, he is not fragrant?

These people's works certainly retain their value even if they don't appreciate in value, and you have to be stupid to spend so much money on a painter's work with unknown prospects.

Painting art, people at that time didn't count the sky, only what was proven by history has its meaning, it was very famous when it was alive, and it was not one or two who were dead for decades and people wiped their butts with paintings.

Especially in this era, everything is fried, everything is praised, after frying Tibetan mastiffs, fried walnuts, fried walnuts and fried dzi, do you really believe that these toys are worth millions, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions?

Bian Rui didn't stand up for Yan Lan, in Bian Rui's opinion, whether the half-wall master soaked or not, it had nothing to do with him.

"Bian Rui, the time for our appointment is almost up, right?" Yan Lan really couldn't stand it.

Bian Rui was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Yan Lan's eyes, he pretended to look at his watch: "Ouch, it's getting late!"

Bian Rui's acting was very exaggerated, and he knew that it was fake at first glance, but half of the comrades were not good at attacking, so they could only watch Bian Rui and Yan Lan walk out of the gallery.

After walking for a while, Bian Rui was about to say goodbye to Yan Lan, because he came by motorcycle, and the car was parked in the parking space of the electric car at the door.

"Do you think those paintings are worthless?" Yan Lan asked suddenly.

Bian Rui said with a smile: "How is it possible, I think the painting is very good, it is really good, interesting!"

Yan Lan said: "I can look at people, I can roughly guess from the expression on your face, your expression is definitely not looking at those paintings, I think you are raising your finger in your heart while looking."

"No, I've always had a lot of respect for art," Bian Rui said.

Yan Lan: "......".

Generally speaking, the men Yan Lan met would make a big joke at this time, making himself look very unusual, just like the half-wall just now, but Bian Rui didn't mean it at all.

But Yan Lan believes that Bian Rui has a level of appreciation, and she would like to hear him evaluate the paintings he saw today.

Yan Lan herself doesn't know what to paint, so she came to see the painting purely to pass the time and have a good time.

The more people who don't understand it, they always think that art is very mysterious, and they especially want to hear other people's evaluations, but Bian Rui is like a gourd with a sawed mouth, and he doesn't say anything, so Yan Lan has no choice.

"When are we going to run the mountains together?" Yan Lan said politely.

Bian Rui said: "Well, okay! I have time to contact, I still have a little advance to leave."

Looking at the figure of Bian Rui leaving, Yan Lan didn't know what to say, she made an appointment to run the mountain and left without even a phone number, is this what the mountain looks like, people who don't know still think that it is a tiger that is about the mountain.

Originally, Yan Lan was polite, and she didn't want to go to any mountain with Bian Rui. But people are like this, although I am a polite word, but I hope others can take care of it, now Yan Lan is polite, but Bian Rui didn't say anything, Yan Lan was a little depressed, especially when Bian Rui's calves were happy, he disappeared all of a sudden, which made Yan Lan feel a little faceless.

Separated from Bian Rui, Yan Lan began to turn around the mall, and after less than ten minutes, she passed by a stall placed in the aisle for promotion, and once again found Bian Rui's figure.

At this time, Yan Lan felt angry and funny.