Han Xuan avoided this Xiangjiang dialect who thought he was Japanese and constantly tested his Mandarin.

found that the eighty-year-old perverted old painter who liked Lolita came over again, pulled Anya, the little white rabbit, and left far away.

If it weren't for the fact that this thing had been buried in the earth and was not far from hell, I really wanted to go up and beat him.

I thought that anyone could really be famous these days.

In the future, the auction house will be able to give a high price of $20 million for a "blank piece of paper" by the New York artist Lehman, and the word "art" will be embarrassed when it sees it.

If this is art, then all the white walls of the family are art.

The meaning is not all nonsense, and the inflated market of oil paintings is vividly reflected in that painting.

These people are not so much selling works as fame, and the classicist masters know that in order to reflect the beauty of oil paintings, the more modern they are, the more exaggerated they become, and they can still be hyped up at a high price

At the entrance of the museum, the queue for admission has not shortened.

The temperature dropped at noon, plus there was no sun and there was still wind, so it felt even colder than in the morning.

Han Xuan put on the hat behind the black down jacket and pulled the zipper all the way to the bottom of his nose.

With Anya in his arms, he stood next to Owen, this guy was wide and wall-like, and he was best used to block the wind.

I looked at my watch, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

The meeting with Warren Buffett is scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon, and he must go there early, and he can't let the old rich man in his sixties wait, which is too rude.

The plan to line up to enter the venue was disappointed, and he left the line and walked towards the entrance of the Whitney Art Museum.

The ticket inspector found that they wanted to cut the queue and was about to remind Han Xuan to lift his mask and reveal this highly recognizable face.

The two ticket inspectors immediately walked to the side, gave way to the aisle, and bowed together to say hello.

Without checking the ticket, he and his bodyguards were let in, and according to the prompt signs, they came to an exhibition hall on the second floor.

As the glass doors opened, the heat wave hit the face, the heating was turned to a very high temperature, and the tourists took off their coats.

I was afraid that the more than 30 oil paintings, wet with moisture from the heating, were all placed in a sealed glass case.

It wasn't until Han Xuan saw the people shuttling through the crowd that he knew why the art museum had turned the temperature so high

The waiters, both men and women, were wearing only underwear.

The rest of the body is covered with colorful painted patterns.

This recently emerging form of artistic expression has been around since time immemorial, when people endured pain and carved totems on themselves.

Nowadays, these paintings have nothing to do with prayer and faith, but purely express the beauty of the human body.

It is true that the United States is open to the public, but tourists will be a little difficult to accept this form of art for a while, and their expressions will be shocked.

The men stared straight and didn't blink.

Among them was Han Xuan, who squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see anything he wanted to see, as for what he wanted to see...... You know.

It's just that the "cloth" is replaced with "paint" and covered on the body, except for the real measurements, everything that should be covered is covered.

Gabriel looked at the roof and muttered, "If it rains at this time, it would be nice to wash it all clean." ”

Many men around him agreed, giving him a thumbs up and praising his wit.

Then he was pinched by his female companion, and his face turned red and he screamed in pain

Anya was frightened by this scene, first covering her eyes, and then touching around, covering Han Xuan's ...... Mouth.

As if sensing that something was wrong, he raised his arm and said, "Don't look, they don't have any clothes!"

"I know, art. Han Xuan took away her hand, and then took Anya's hand covering her own eyes away, and said, "You don't want to see Cézanne's paintings, we're going to leave at half past one, fortunately, there aren't many of them, hurry up." ”

"Where is such a short time enough, a painting should be looked at for at least half an hour!" Anya couldn't help but complain.

"Don't talk nonsense, that's enough.

My parents and I only took half a day to see the Louvre in France!"

“…… Is this something to be proud of?

I can't see anything good at all, like painting techniques and colors, it takes time. ”

Han Xuan defended: "A master can only become a master because he created a genre.

If you look at his still life paintings, I can paint them better than him.

The development of painting techniques to this day has long exceeded that of Paul Cézanne I don't know how many times, and you can learn more by buying a book. ”

Anya listened to his chatter, and knew in her heart that this was indeed the case, but she didn't want him to slander the master's work, so she glared and whispered: "Don't make noise, be careful that I flatten you." ”

"Yo! I can pinch you flat with two fingers. ”

Han Xuan ignored her threat, and after the body art exhibition today, there were a lot of people talking, so there was no need to deliberately keep quiet, and stretched out his hand to point to the "Card Player":

"I accompanied my grandfather to buy antiques at the beginning of this year and saw it in the store.

At that time, it was asking for $120 million, when would your paintings sell for such a high price?"

"Five hundred years after my death, my paintings will be worth ......"

Anya stood in front of the glass cabinet with an oil painting called "The Girl in the Bath", and after being told the truth by Han Xuan, she suddenly felt that it was not so good-looking.

The chiaroscuro effect, perspective and human proportions are all wrong, and if a beginner in oil painting is like this, he will definitely be scolded by the teacher as a dog, but it is because Cézanne became famous that everything is taken for granted.

I left the painting bored and began to look at the flowers, and it didn't take me ten minutes to see all the oil paintings here.

Cézanne's pioneering approach to the genre is commendable, but there is not much she can learn.

Anya stared at Han Xuan with beautiful eyes, pouted and said, "You are so hateful!"

Congratulations on making me not want to look at the paintings, let's go. ”

"Don't blame me, go to lunch ......"

"Ahh

The woman's screams came suddenly, followed by a "snap" slap.

Han Xuan turned his head and walked towards the place where the voice came from.

I saw a young woman, covering her chest with one hand.

The grapes that were originally used as bra fell all over the ground, and tears rolled in their eyes with anger.

The fat old man with braids who was with Balthus just now seemed to have been slapped by her.

When he saw the people around him, he felt embarrassed and shouted angrily: "How do I know that it is not grapes!

"Wow"

"I think I understand something......"

People sighed separately.

Han Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, he also understood, and his smile was mysterious.

Anya pulled him and asked in a daze, "What's the matter? Why is she crying?"

"This old gentleman bumped into her, it should be painful, it's okay"

Han Xuan fooled around with a reason, saw the person who looked like the manager coming over, said a few words to the woman, and then lowered his head and said something to the old man, probably as a peacemaker, and soon left together.

I didn't see a good show, so I zipped up my clothes, helped Anya put on her coat, and planned to leave here.

Halfway through, he met Balthus and wanted to say hello to Anja, holding a piece of paper in his hand, presumably a signature, and Anya had just asked him for it.

With a vigilant look, Han Xuan directly bypassed Balthus and didn't give him a chance to speak.

This old man is too old to provoke him to hide, and if he touches something, he may go.

Bear the name of a murderer for no reason, and find someone to cry when the time comes.

walked a long way, pointed to the old man's back, and seriously instructed Anya, "Don't talk to him in the future, his brain is ......"

"Huh?"

"Something went wrong, just leave him alone anyway. ”

The Xiangjiang man from before also came out, and when he found Han Xuan, he caught up and said, "konn-ni-qi-wa (hello), hey?

Why are you so much like that Han Han?"

"Exposed, run!"

Under his surprised eyes, Han Xuan disappeared in a puff of smoke......

ps: The South China Sea arbitration was lost, and under the stirring of patriotic feelings, it is really difficult for Liangchen to write. (Friends come home from vacation and ask for dinner, I can't push it off, sorry.) ）。 (To be continued.) )