Walking out of the bathroom, Zhao Jing did not rush back to find Sunan, but wandered nearby.

She pretended to look at the painting, and from time to time her eyes glanced at the bathroom exit.

Finally waited for the man to come out.

This aunt is also dressed young.

The upper body is a pure white long-sleeved knit sweater, but the cuffs are pulled up, revealing a small part of the arm, which looks more capable.

The lower body is worn with a pair of loose khaki pants, a dark brown wide belt, and the belt buckle is relatively large, but because of the simple style, it is not ostentatious, but it highlights the slender waist even more.

The finishing touch of the overall shape is on the neck, and a large gold chain is particularly eye-catching.

After looking at it twice, Zhao Jing quickly realized the difference between her and Mrs. Fu.

Mrs. Fu is a typical Mrs. Kuo, who is more conservative in her extravagance.

This aunt is more androgynous and more fashionable, and this dress looks good on a young girl.

Secretly following behind, Zhao Jing saw her chatting with people from time to time, and seemed to know many people.

Who the hell is this?

A fat uncle was shaking his head in front of a colorful splash of ink, and a bewitching girl stood beside him, looking at him with admiration.

Although Zhao Jing doesn't know how to paint herself, she really doesn't look down on this kind of vassal and elegant nouveau riche.

The aunt could chat with the uncle without changing her face, not disliking him for sneezing from time to time, and occasionally taking out a handkerchief and twisting it on her nose.

Before leaving, the aunt politely nodded to the girl who couldn't speak.

What a well-cultivated person, Zhao Jing sighed. Although I can bear it, I want to get money out of other people's pockets.

This one, it seems, doesn't see any purpose.

Even if she's a staff member. Today's paintings don't sell, and this gallery doesn't seem to be in the business of selling paintings.

Unconsciously, Zhao Jing followed the aunt to the exhibition hall where Sunan and the customer were, but fortunately they had already reached the middle of a bunch of portraits.

Although the representation of these paintings is still very surreal, at least you can see what it is.

For example, the painting next to Zhao Jing is a little girl holding an apple. But the little girl's face was as red as an apple, but the apple was as white as powder.

Art, that's art!

Zhao Jing returned to Sunan in a low-key manner, which still alarmed the customer.

The other party smiled at her sideways understandingly.

"Ms. Mo. The customer seemed to see an acquaintance and hurried to the other end of the showroom.

Sunan glanced at it and motioned for Zhao Jing to follow.

It turned out to be the aunt.

Zhao Jing heard the words "Ms. Mo" and confirmed her guess.

Sure enough, the Mo family is a beauty.

"It's a rare occasion to see you here. "The customer was a little excited.

"Thank you for coming. Ms. Mo seems to be quite familiar with the client, "Everyone is not very optimistic about the theme of this time. On the first day, I wanted to see how it went. ”

"After all, we are not here in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, and our artistic accomplishment needs to be improved. But to my surprise, there were quite a few people. Sunan looked at the intermittent flow of people.

Zhao Jing thought of the group of beauties she met in the bathroom, and secretly sighed, it is estimated that they are all here to post on Moments, and there are few who can really understand it.

"Take your time. At least I'm grateful to Ms. Mo. I missed last year's exhibition in Japan. It's a great pleasure to be able to see it on my doorstep this year. It seems that the customer is a real enthusiast, and when he said this, his true feelings were revealed, and Zhao Jing could see the sparkle in his eyes.

With your words, I am very content. Ms. Mo replied, her expression was light, but it made people feel very sincere.

Unexpectedly, she turned her head to look at Zhao Jing again, and said with a smile: "Actually, I can't quite understand it." ”

Zhao Jing was embarrassed, and there was a feeling of cheating being caught by the teacher.

The other party continued: "However, when I went to Japan for medical treatment last year, I happened to see this art exhibition, and it was rare to calm my irritable heart. So I want to recommend it to more people, looking at art is not about scientific research, it's not one or two. Different people, different experiences, and different perceptions at different stages of life, isn't that what makes a work of art interesting?"

Zhao Jing nodded again and again after hearing this, trying not to worry about whether she could understand it or not, the whole person relaxed, and then went to see the painting, so that she could better integrate into it.

Accompanied by Ms. Mo, the customer finished looking at the exhibits behind.

There were more professional people present - although she herself could not understand it - the interest of the customer was higher, plus Sunan, and the three of them exchanged while watching.

Zhao Jing was on the side as a tour guide to explain, and slowly seemed to be able to see some doorways.

After dropping off the client, Sunan went to pick up the car, and Zhao Jing stood with Ms. Mo in the courtyard outside the gallery waiting for him.

It's a small semi-open courtyard, which doesn't seem to match the modern buildings behind it.

However, it should be a professional garden designer, and the two are skillfully integrated with green plants, creating a strong artistic conception of conflict and symbiosis.

"Little girl, are you also TP?" Ms. Mo asked suddenly.

"Yes. How do you know?" Zhao Jing was surprised, it seemed that Sunan did not introduce them.

"You came with Sunan, and you were so surprised to see me. She must have seen my little sister, who should be an employee of TP. ”

"Yes. You are really similar to Mrs. Fu. ”

"Hahahaha. Thank you. My little sister is the most beautiful of our generation, and she is so much younger than me. When you say this, I will praise you. ”

On the way back, Sunan asked Zhao Jing what she had talked about with Ms. Mo and how she made the other party so happy.

Zhao Jing was full of questions, and before he had time to answer him, he asked a series of questions.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you for sure. Sunan soothed, "Ms. Mo's name is Mo Qingfang, and she is the eldest daughter of Old Man Mo. ”

"Wait. Mrs. Fu's name seems to be Mo Xiangyi. Zhao Jing suddenly thought of something.

"Yes, it's the poem. Sunan was not surprised by her discovery, because the poem was really too famous, and Old Man Mo was really too lazy to name his children.

"The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate. Sunan rarely took the literary youth route, and he couldn't help laughing, and continued: "Their family also has the only son, Mo Kongmeng, who is now Mr. Mo, and the third child is also a daughter, Mo Xizi." ”

Is Su Shi their godfather?

Zhao Jing originally thought that a family like the Mo family should be very cautious in choosing a name, at least he had to follow the family tree.

As a result, I grabbed a random poem and picked it from beginning to end.

Could it be because Mrs. Fu has already occupied the last two words, so Old Man Mo has no intention of regenerating?

"Old Man Mo is not a wife. In the end, he obtained the inheritance of the Mo family, and the process was not pleasant. He disdains the traditions that the Mo family is proud of, so he does not have anything to do with the past in the naming of his children. ”

Zhao Jing saw these words in the time-traveling drama and palace fighting drama for the first time in daily life, and it felt too strange.

But when I think of the previous Ms. Mo, oh, Mo Qingfang, it seems that the eldest lady of the big family should be like her.

"I don't know why, but I like Ms. Mo. Zhao Jing said.

Sunan had another expression of course: "It's normal." In the Mo family's generation, she is the most approachable. Maybe it has something to do with what happened in the first half of my life. ”

It turns out that there is a story.

"Back then, Miss Mo married her high school classmate. Her parents disagreed, but she insisted, so there was no dowry. After marriage, the family background is ordinary, and he knows his own warmth and coldness. As soon as the child graduated from college, she divorced. It seems to be because the man is having an affair. ”

"She must have known about it a long time ago. Zhao Jing was not surprised by the rebellious love that ended in tragedy.

Whoever said that what you have worked so hard to get will definitely be cherished.

"It should be. On the day he received the divorce certificate, Mr. Mo arranged for someone to take her back to Mo's house and handed over the family gallery to her to take care of. ”

"Is this today?"

"It's not. That one is on the side of the Mo family's mansion, and the collection is very rich. Therefore, Old Man Mo's decision at that time made many people blush and caused a lot of controversy. ”

"The old man probably won't care. ”

"Of course. Sunan nodded, "But Mo Qingfang himself refused." She borrowed money from her brother and reopened a new gallery, which is where we went today. She also went to Europe and Japan to study, and it was not easy for her to work for more than ten years, and now she is famous. For the planning and operation of the family gallery, there are many things to consult her. I guess it's hers over there sooner or later. ”

Seeing that Zhao Jing hadn't spoken for a long time, Sunan asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Jing shook his head, sighed and said, "It's good to be rich." Other middle-aged women divorce and have to think about how to support themselves, how to provide for their children to go to school, and how to face the lonely life of being alone in the future. The eldest lady of a rich family is divorced, and there is no need to think about it materially, but spiritually, her father rewards a gallery to pass the time. I have the backbone, don't want to! Then, my brother threw money to open a new one. ”

"Hahahaha," Sunan looked at this matter from this perspective for the first time and found it very interesting, "You are so right. So I'm going to work hard to make money, and one day the child falls out of love and throws money at him to play. ”