The Honda turned a corner and plunged into an alley, exiting with warning lights on the side of the road, traffic police in dark blue uniforms standing aside, ambulance lights flashing.

Han Xuan looked over there, thinking that there should have been a car accident, the driver saw this and quickly slowed down, and his heart was weak to blend into the slow-moving traffic, and it would be a big loss if he was caught by the traffic police and fined, soliciting customers without permission and speeding through the red light, in addition to drinking, he basically did everything that should not be violated, and it was possible to go to the bureau to squat for a few days according to the crime.

Not far away, the San Francisco Art Museum stands abruptly in the Bay Area urban complex, where the former Civic Center Military Veterans Building was demolished and the museum was built on top of it, which began to be used in February this year, and the green belt has not yet been paved, revealing large tracts of land.

The walls are clad in red marble, with a radial black and white glass cylinder in the middle, no windows on all sides, and a three-stage staircase structure that highlights the three-dimensional lines of the museum, and the whole building looks quite grand, with a strong Arabic style.

drove all the way to the door of the San Francisco Art Museum, Han Xuan found the figure of the girl sitting on the edge of the flower bed, patted the back of the front seat, and asked the driver to stop quickly......

Since the existence of the profession of painters, the living standards of creators have been two extremes, either the famous and rich are flowing oil, or the poor are unable to eat, especially in the Western oil paintings, each of which is burned with money.

They also like to compare with their peers, Mrs. Cecilia has seen a lot of luxury cars today, and she has also seen people walking, such people are basically arrogant in their hearts, unwilling to be left behind, and would rather walk over than lose their face, so these two old cars emitting black smoke have become very conspicuous.

Han Xuan didn't know that he was the focus, and the bodyguards formed a circle to help him open the door, the situation was very weird, and he immediately beckoned as soon as he got out of the car: "Anya!"

When the girl heard someone calling her, she looked left and right and found no one, but she unexpectedly saw half a small figure squeezed out of the gang of black-clothed men, and stood up in shock and shouted, "Han Xuan, why are you here!"

"If you want to have an exhibition, of course I'm going to come. Trotting in front of her, the boy straightened his blown-up hair and spoke.

Anya wore a light gray T-shirt today, with slender calves exposed under pink hot pants, probably because she doesn't go out often, her skin is very white, the expression on her face changed instantly, and she squinted her eyes with a smile: "It's my mother's art exhibition, and I only occupy a small area in the corner." ”

"It's great, it's the San Francisco Art Museum. Han Xuan encouraged that when he was in Brown University, he often went to New York, and the two had met many times in half a year, and the relationship was more familiar than before.

The down-and-out artists did not see the scene they expected, but they were stunned by this posture.

At the entrance of the art museum, Cecilia was talking to an old man, and found a boy she was familiar with, apologized to him, and walked up to the two: "Did you come alone?"

"I happened to be in Los Angeles, and I heard that you had an art exhibition, ma'am. Han Xuan replied politely.

"It's a pity that Mr. Han didn't come, this time there is a painting that took more than a year to complete, and when it's over, bring a brochure to him, I always feel that there are still a little shortcomings, your grandfather's artistic accomplishment is very high, I want him to help take a look." ”

Lady Cecilia smiled and said, "Come in, Dolores's painting is on the third floor, and when you came to my house before, she hid it and didn't let you see it." ”

"That's not the case, it wasn't done at that time!" Anya explained loudly, annoyed that she had been betrayed by her mother, and took Han Xuan's hand and ran away.

Entering through the main entrance, the first floor displays the museum's collection, which is divided into small galleries by the wall, and the roadside houses the biographies of painters such as Stuart Davis, David Smith, John Graham, and many other famous and prominent modern American artists, whose works are stored here.

The dark floor reflects sunlight, and the decorative and functional black and white columnar tower brings abundant natural light into the museum's interior, and the towering atrium is illuminated by sunlight, which is a major feature of the San Francisco Museum of Fine Arts.

The white walls have only been used for a few months, and there is not a trace of dust in sight, and even without the air conditioning, it is quite cool inside.

The poster reads "Cecilia Pataki - Exhibition of Classical Oil Paintings", which is supposed to be the full name of Madame Cecilia, and next to it is a picture of a balding old man, and without looking at the name written on it, the boy does not know that he is Picasso.

I was slightly surprised, stood in front of the poster and carefully read the introduction, and learned that half a month later, the most influential artist of the 20th century, more than 150 works would be exhibited at the San Francisco Museum of Art, titled "Picasso and American Art".

Hanging out next to Anya, Han Xuan had learned some basic art before, and it was a little difficult for him to create works, but he still had the basic aesthetic standards.

The collection is home to a lot of local art, with the most works by the famous California oil painter Richard Debenkorn, especially the Ocean Park series, which occupies a particularly important place in it.

He didn't feel bored looking at the paintings, and after a cursory tour of the first floor, he proposed to go up.

When I got to the second floor, I was in the gallery in front of me with some controversial videos, some of which were very pornographic and violent, but they are now called art here.

Unlike the downstairs, the second floor is mostly filled with photographs or graphic art, as well as computers and interactive art, presumably to immerse himself in her wonderful world, and the boy whispered: "The photos I took in the Maldives won the gold medal in the National Geographic Traveler Photo Contest, and they were sent to you." ”

Hearing Han Xuan's smug tone, Anya smiled very face-savingly: "They are very beautiful, I like them very much, congratulations, you will be more surprised later." ”

"What?" Han Xuan asked, unintentionally entering the collection hall, where several young students were looking at him with strange eyes, and couldn't help but feel strange, their eyes caught a glimpse of the body art photography works hanging on the wall, and their old faces turned red for a moment.

I don't care, but Anya is here

To his surprise, the girl didn't make a fuss, she was very calm about it, with appreciation in her eyes, and whispered about something, like not plump enough and not beautiful enough, the boy sighed that the artist's brain structure was really different from ordinary people.

The women's area was okay, the probe found that there were all photos of sleek men hanging in front of her, Han Xuan hurriedly covered her eyes, pulled back, and kept muttering: "You can't look at those, your eyes will be blind!"

Anya was confused, although she was curious, she still listened to Han Xuan's words, obediently came to the stairwell, and occasionally looked back and thought about it, thinking that she would have to come and see it in the future

PS: The background is mistaken.,I'm on the shelves on the 1st.,I was shocked that I didn't save the manuscript.,Thank you ASA and Honghuang Changsheng for the monthly pass.,Thank you~ There is a monthly pass before it is on the shelves.,There's no one but me.。 Haha, March 1st, thank you readers for your support.