When he came to Yaoqin's room, Yaoqin saw that he had some apologies on his face.

"Mr. Quan, I'm very sorry, I really don't want to go out, my body is very uncomfortable now. ”

Yaoqin even used her body as an excuse, but this time she didn't directly agree to her request, but said: "Your master said that there is an art exhibition near here recently, and the three of us want to go together, are you sure you want to go against your master's will?"

Weighing and knowing that Yaoqin was usually most afraid of Long Qiuliu, he took out Long Qiuliu to suppress people.

Sure enough, after he said this, Yaoqin didn't even hesitate and said: "So that's the case, since the master called me, then I will definitely go, I'll clean up a little and we'll leave." ”

When Yaoqin saw Long Qiuliu, she still had some timidity on her face, and she didn't let herself show that ugly expression again, but tried her best to make herself smile.

When the three of them came to their destination, they looked at the crowd of people in front of them, and suddenly there was some silence.

The timing of today's selection doesn't seem to be very good, how can there be so many people, he thought that the other party was just a well-known artist, and it seemed that he guessed wrong.

Sure enough, after seeing so many people, Long Qiuliu immediately had a slightly unhappy expression on his face: "Is this the person you want to bring me to find?

Listening to Long Qiuliu, he brought this bad tone.

Weighing the balance immediately took out three VIP tickets from his pocket, anyway, since they have already come, let's go in and have a look. ”

Because Yaoqin was still present, Long Qiuliu couldn't make his words very clear, so he had to get off the bus angrily with his ticket.

When the three of them entered, they walked around and weighed it and found that the artist was indeed really talented, and the content of the paintings was very good and very meaningful.

One of the things that attracted him the most was a picture of a dragon.

There are nine dragons depicted on it, each with a different shape, and if you look closely, you will feel as if they are about to fly out of the painting.

Long Qiuliu immediately said at the first glance when he saw these words: "Hey, isn't this me?

Yaoqin next to her felt as if she had heard something, and she stammered a little and asked, "Master, what were you talking about just now? How can the dragon on this pattern look the same as you? You are human!"

Hearing Yaoqin's words, Long Qiuliu realized his gaffe, and when he saw this painting just now, he couldn't help but say what he thought in his heart.

At this moment, in the studio, a man who looks to be in his twenties is painting.

His hands were already stained with paint, but his white clothes were not stained in the slightest.

What he was painting at the moment was still the nine dragons, and a lot of waste paper had appeared around him, which showed that this man had drawn a lot.

The little assistant next to him stepped forward to persuade him.

"Well, you better not paint it! These works you have painted are perfect enough, and you think that we just took one of your waste paintings and put it in the exhibition hall, and there will be many people who praise you, and what are you not satisfied with? ”

"What are you talking about? You put my scrap paintings in the exhibition hall without my permission!"

The man's tone was very terrible, which made the little assistant involuntarily shudder, and his speech was a little abnormal!

"When we asked us which painting you should hang, you didn't answer us, we had no choice but to do it!"

As soon as the little assistant's words ended, the man who was painting directly pushed her away and rushed towards the studio.

Looking at the back of him leaving, the little assistant saw the picture on the drawing board again, and his face was a little distressed.

He felt that the flowers had been painted well enough, but the other party never seemed satisfied.

"Alas, forget it, we don't understand the artist's thoughts, maybe the other party just thinks that there is a small flaw in some place and is not satisfied. ”

When Weighing Heng and Long Qiuliu were admiring the painting, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of them, took the painting off directly, and tore it to pieces.

Seeing this scene, Yaoqin subconsciously hid behind the trade-off.

The trade-off is also not understanding why the other party is doing this.

"This painting is imperfect, it shouldn't be in this place, please forget about it!"

I only felt that this man's words seemed to have some magic, and people couldn't help but follow his words.

Yaoqin was the only one affected, and she saw Yaoqin's expression a little demented, and she walked outside expressionlessly.

When the man saw them, the two of them didn't react, so he couldn't help but turn his head to see what was going on.

When he saw Long Qiuliu, there was a bit of ecstasy on his face.

"Big sister!"

Long Qiuliu also came back to his senses and looked at her at this time, with a little excitement.

The trade-off standing next to him was a little dumbfounded, what he said before was just to trick Long Qiu into coming out, but he didn't expect that he would really be met.

"Eldest sister, you don't know how much I miss you, in the days that have been separated for so long, I can only express my thoughts about you by constantly painting every day!"

Then, the negative turned his gaze to the weight of the scale, and after feeling the familiar breath on the balance body, he was even more excited than just now.

"I didn't expect my father to be here, are you okay, father?

I really can't stand the tone of his speech.

Long Qiuliu next to him was not surprised, as if he had long been used to it.

Weighing reluctantly, he said, "Think about it a little bit!"

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he finished saying this, the negative man became even more excited.

"I didn't think my great father could remember me, what a joy it is!"

Weighing the corners of his mouth, the emotional old dragon usually forgets his son, no wonder he only has such a little show of affection, and the other party is excited like this.

The old dragon who was sleeping in the dantian suddenly woke up.

"Did I say bad things about me, kid?"

Weigh the immediate negative: "I didn't say anything bad about you, I also helped you find your eighth son!"

"Old eight, one day you know how to tinker with those crepe things, alas, ......"

Listening to the old dragon's heavy sigh, he felt as if he had discovered something terrible.

Seeing that he had not spoken, the negative man looked at him with some pity.