Lin Yu realized that the so-called concert was not a concert held by some pop singers in his imagination, but a high-end and high-grade symphony performance.

"Madam, do you like symphony?" Lin Yu asked faintly.

Madame replied as a matter of course, "Don't you all come to listen to the symphony when you are fine?" ”

Lin Yu had no choice but to nod helplessly, he didn't feel the so-called symphony at all, Lin Yu subconsciously observed the surroundings, looking down from the second floor, the audience sitting on the bottom floor was either in suits and leather shoes, or wearing long skirts similar to dresses, and sure enough, they were some high-end people with heads and faces.

The moment the conductor raised his baton with his eyes closed, the cello team resounded with a deep and long voice, and the concert began in silence.

After only ten minutes, Lin Yu's upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and the only bright spot on the stage that could attract him was the conductor's arrogant and uninhibited long hair. What made him laugh even more was that the top of the conductor's head had suffered a mid-life crisis and was bald, so when he shook his head, a piece of the Mediterranean Sea would shine out from time to time, which was really a bit spicy.

However, unlike Lin Yu's reaction, the audience on the first floor was all listening attentively to this performance, with expressions on their faces as if they were participating in some extremely serious occasion, and occasionally nodded slightly, as if in response to the wonderful performance.

Lin Yu didn't know if they really liked the so-called symphony, or if they regarded it as a social occasion, or a conversation between rich friends in the future, but Lin Yu himself really couldn't appreciate it, and after the conductor's Mediterranean Sea was also tired of him, Lin Yu leaned on the sofa and fell asleep very smoothly...

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu," I don't know how long it took, Lin Yu heard someone calling for him, so he opened his eyes very reluctantly, and saw the graceful and luxurious lady standing in front of him, Lin Yu instantly cheered up his spirit, and he recalled that he was listening to a concert, and in his sleep he was playing a game with his roommate.

"Madam," Lin Yu quickly rubbed his eyes and got up from the sofa, he found that the stage was empty, and the audience on the first floor was also leaving one after another, "The concert, is it over so soon?" Lin Yu asked a little embarrassed.

"What's fast, it's been playing for two hours," Of course, Madame didn't expect that the performance of the Royal Band of the Kingdom of Qi would make Lin Yu unable to lift his spirits, "What, do you think they don't play well enough?"

Lin Yu, a layman, couldn't tell what was good and what was bad, he only felt that he had not fulfilled his job duties, and actually fell asleep while accompanying his wife, and prevaricated at the moment, "Of course it's good, it's just, it's just that I'm a little tired from preparing for the final exam during this time..."

Mrs. asked the driver to send Lin Yu back to Yangcheng University, perhaps because she was afraid of affecting Lin Yu's exam, and it was not until a week later that she asked Lin Yu to accompany her to see an art exhibition.

This exhibition is the legendary impressionist style, for example, the great painter Van Gogh is one of the best, but this time Lin Yu encountered the same problem as the symphony, those impressionist paintings he couldn't understand a single one.

However, Madame showed a strong interest in the exhibition, and she stood in front of a work and stared at it for a long time, as if she could understand what the painter was trying to express. But when Lin Yu looked at the painting, he found that the work in front of him was completely unreasonable, just a few pieces of paint splashed on a blank piece of paper, and there was no beauty at all, and he couldn't see the artist's intention to create this work at all.

"Excuse me, are you still satisfied with this work?" said one of the attendants at the exhibition, who had already seen that her wife had shown interest in buying the work.

"Not bad," Madame nodded, and replied simply.

The service lady showed an approving smile, "You really have a vision, this work is from the hands of Mu Qing, the most famous impressionist painter in my country, he has not produced a new work for several years, this is the first work after three years." ”

The service lady said several major selling points of the painting in just one sentence, which are from famous artists, rare and the first after their comeback, and it is worth it for the rich to collect or appreciate.

After listening to this, Mrs. really said very simply, "Help me put it up, how much does it cost?"

The smile on the face of the service lady became even brighter, "Teacher Mu Qing doesn't plan to sell this work for a high price, it only needs 800,000 yuan." ”

Madame just hummed, and naturally handed the black credit card into the hands of the service lady. Lin Yu was entangled on the side, he thought that this kind of completely confusing work would be good if it could be sold for a few thousand yuan, but he didn't expect that the other party would be 800,000 yuan as soon as he opened his mouth, and he kept saying that he didn't plan to sell it at a high price?

What made Lin Yu even more unbalanced was that he felt that if this could be called a painting, then he could also paint it. On the way back, Lin Yu whispered to his wife, "That, madam, if you like to splash paint casually, in fact, I can also paint one for you..."

After hearing this, Madame couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Do you think that such a painting is not worth 800,000 at all?"

Lin Yu nodded in agreement, thinking that his parents couldn't make a lot of money after working as a farmer for a year, and this so-called painter could earn 800,000 yuan as long as he splashed a little paint, such a gap was too big.

"Actually, I don't think it's worth 800,000," said Madame truthfully, "and I can't understand what he paints." ”

Lin Yu's eyes suddenly widened in surprise, he thought that Mrs. was buying platinum caviar this time, because she liked it, so she would ignore the price, but he didn't expect that Mrs. actually couldn't understand those impressionist styles. "So, why do you have to buy it home?"

Madame looked out the window of the car, as if a little distracted, "This is our way of life, I lack such an ornament in the corridor, I buy it back and hang it on it to show my taste, the higher the price, the more it can match my social status." In my mansion, there could not be a third-rate painter's work, and then it would only be laughed at by the guests who saw it. ”

"In fact, it's the same with listening to symphonies and buying expensive caviar, after entering the rich class, everyone around you is living like this, and it seems that everyone is enjoying it, this is the way of life of the rich. Maybe this is the only way to show that you are different from ordinary people, just like you told me about the life of the villagers in your hometown, they also have their own way of life, and you think that they live like that very happy. Madame opened her heart to Lin Yu.

It is undeniable that Lin Yu feels that the villagers in her hometown live a leisurely and comfortable life, but the lifestyle of her wife, filled with all kinds of luxuries, is it what she wants, or is it just a kind of going with the flow?

"Madam, listening to the symphony, buying famous paintings, and eating the so-called platinum caviar, can it really make you happy?"