This is a large-scale art exhibition in the Lost City.

Artists from many countries around the world come to visit and exchange.

It is almost the largest art museum in Asia, and the works on display are top-notch in terms of quantity and quality. This grass art museum in the Lost City attracts people from all over the world.

The name of the grass forest is good, the grass grows on the ground, not the clouds, not the breeze. Every painter lives in a down-to-earth way, and they and their works have a solid quality, and the grass is full of forests, which is also spectacular.

In the Caolin Art Museum, Honglu's paintings have appeared in front of everyone with a new attitude. As a lover of painting, Yunmo also appeared at the exhibition. Yunmo likes Honglu's paintings and has always liked them. She came to visit Honglu's painting exhibition this time because of Honglu's invitation. Hong Lu read Yun Mo's articles about painting in "Flavor Digest", which mentioned Hong Lu's paintings, which are analyzed and analyzed, dissected profoundly, and grasped the lifeblood of art, which is very in place. Honglu has always wanted to see Yunmo, and finally at this exhibition of her paintings, Honglu and Yunmo met.

In the art exhibition, wine is indispensable, and wine does not need to be much, but a small amount. It seems that under the influence of wine, people can better enter the world created by art.

Shanzi and Dragontongue failed to come, they searched for treasure in the wild, according to Shanzi, he knew a treasure of the Jin Dynasty, a large family at that time, buried precious treasures in the ground when the war was in chaos. And the location of this treasure, Shanzi is looking for. Dragontongue learned from Shanzi that Shanzi had a map that seemed to be able to follow the map and find treasures.

The painting exhibition attracts so many excellent people to come, and they are immersed in the artistic atmosphere of painting. Yunmo is one of the many people, Honglu came over, stood in front of Yunmo, and talked with Yunmo, there is always a lot to say about artistic things. They can find interesting topics to talk about, and they can talk about them for a few minutes.

A little snack is indispensable, the food entrance, the painting into the heart, one is the food in the mouth, the other is the spiritual food.

Shallow music makes people more interested in art, and the kind of fascination with art rises in their hearts.

Yunmo has a cousin named Qiuhe, who comes from a remote village, that village, which is very small. Qiu He felt amazing when he saw that his cousin could talk about art with the painter Honglu. My cousin is so amazing and knows so many things about art.

Qiu He is dressed plainly, she is just eighteen years old this year, and she is still a little uncomfortable in the face of the colorful city. She didn't go to college because of personal reasons, and she didn't go to college because she didn't get into college. Some people also persuaded Qiuhe to let Qiuhe go to college, but Qiuhe has not gone to college anymore, and she doesn't want to go back to her hometown to review and take exams. She thought, life is like this, a person has a person's life.

On that day, Qiu He carried a heavy schoolbag and came to the Lost City. She didn't come to school in Lost City, she knew someone was coming to school in Lost City.

Coming out of the train station, that day, she saw the city dusty because of the construction of roads. The road is so wide, and if you don't look far away, you thought it was a huge square, an earthen square. On the road, there is the roar of machines, there should be large trucks such as forklifts and excavators, they are working, and the sound is loud and piercing. The dust on the road tired Qiuhe, the sound also tired Qiuhe, and what tired Qiuhe was the scorching sun above his head. The sun is so poisonous, the sun's rays are scorching the city, but Qiuhe doesn't know the city, she doesn't know what the big city is like as a whole, and at present, the city she can see is a dusty city.

The bag he was carrying was heavy and full of books. These books are extracurricular books to read, and these books, in school, are to be banned by high school teachers. In high school schools, not only do extracurricular books not advocate reading, but also physical education and art do not advocate learning, and these courses are often occupied, and students cannot master some basic physical education and art knowledge. Music, even more so is untouchable. Music lessons, a year, seem to be able to take two, or even, can only be one.

Qiu He's disgust with the overall learning atmosphere of high school is deep, her young heart, she can't say the reason for her disgust, but that feeling, she knows, she deeply dislikes many things in high school. It seems that boring classes, mechanical learning, and boring knowledge transfer can't attract Qiu He.

Qiu He likes to sing, she has loved singing since she was a child, she used to be a little girl who loved to sing.

Qiu He found that when recalling the past, the things he came into contact with in the past would be remembered by himself and described repeatedly. It seems that people should really experience something high, high-end, atmospheric, and high-grade, so that when recalling, they will not feel unable to take it. However, Qiu He had to accept her fate, as a rural child, she had never seen a bigger and more wonderful world. Maybe in the next five years, or even longer, Qiuhe will not have a calm and elegant life.

At the exhibition site, Qiu He stood next to his cousin Yunmo, her cousin's high-end temperament, as well as the elegant characteristics of the painter Honglu, Qiu He could see and feel it. She fully understands what elegance is, here is elegance, all that she sees, everything she feels, is elegance. She knew, however, that the noble things might only stay for a short time in her own life.

With the joy of visiting the art exhibition, Qiu He came out of the art exhibition venue, and this visit to the Honglu painting works was a baptism for Qiu He's entire spiritual outlook. She cherished the opportunity to visit the art exhibition, looked at each painting carefully, and asked questions in front of Honglu for doubts, and Honglu gave her careful answers.

There is a small beauty salon in the Lost City, called the Little Fountain Women's Life Museum, and Qiu He went there to apply for a job.

Qiu He didn't know how to do anything, so the manager asked Qiu He to work here first, on probation for a month, with a monthly salary of six hundred.

Qiuhe agreed, she didn't know much about the beauty center, and she wanted to work in the beauty center, and it was good to have a place to do things.

In the living hall, what is expected is the flow of customers, and if the flow of customers is large, the business will be booming, and if there are no guests, there will be no income.

In the afternoon, Qiu He stood outside the small fountain life hall, she was tired of sitting in the store, today one day, there were three guests, and there were not many guests. These three guests are received by other people in the store, and the service they do is also done by other people in the store, and Qiu He can't do it yet. The life hall is to make people live better, and the projects in the life hall allow women to detoxify and nourish their faces, make women's faces more radiant, and welcome the world with a new attitude.

Standing outside the living hall, Qiu He was full of joy of visiting the art exhibition, standing there alone, smiling at the corners of his mouth. Qiu He saw that there were a few old men next to him. These old men, at first glance, are people who have lived here all their lives, and what they say in their mouths is local, and even if they speak Mandarin, they also speak Mandarin with a local flavor.

Among them, there is an old man who is very good at life. Outside the living hall, he used to make a cup of tea, sitting alone on a small stool, looking at the beautiful tea leaves in the transparent cup. On top of the teacup, there is a square transparent glass, and this glass, with the ingenuity of the mind, is covered on the top of the teacup, and the size is just right.

If there is no one in the living hall, there is no need to receive it, and when someone comes, you need to say hello. However, Autumn Lotus will not say hello. In school, there are always teachers who are in charge. Sitting on a chair in the living hall, sometimes, Qiu He puts his hands behind his back, as if listening to a boring class. This should be the sequelae that the school brought to Qiuhe, without a relaxed, pleasant, and diverse learning environment, students are cultivated to be funny.

At night, there is no internet in the dormitory. Qiu He, who is used to surfing the Internet, feels a little unaccustomed. If you don't have a net, your eggs hurt. Qiuhe has no eggs, but there is always a feeling of egg pain.

For a long time, the place where Lu Cun studied mysterious events was the earth, and most of them were strange things on the earth. Through continuous efforts, Lucun's vision has been broadened. He came up with an idea to produce flying machines. This aircraft requires that it be able to fly in the sky alone, and without the use of rockets, it can reach space beyond the earth and fly freely.

The vast space beyond the earth has always been a place that Lu Cun wants to explore, and there carries Lu Cun's dreams.

Because Lu Cun was far away from the Lost City, he did not go to Honglu's art exhibition. The more important reason is that Lu Cun has his own things to be busy with.

He knew that Yunmo had gone to visit the art exhibition, and Yunmo had such a pleasant experience, and Lu Cun was happy for her. Yunmo has always had an elegance that others can't match, which is Lu Village's favorite.

Lu Cun looked at some of the photos sent to him by Yunmo, and the exhibition in the photos was rich and bright. When Lu Cun saw these photos, he always felt like he had been to an art exhibition. He admired every photo Yunmo sent him, Yunmo really knew how to take pictures, and every photo was taken so well.

Some time ago, Yunmo gave Lu Cun a bottle of liquid for hand guards, which was packed in a bottle, which could be squeezed out to wipe his hands, moisturizing, and good for the skin. Kelu Village doesn't like these, he doesn't like to wipe them on his body, and he has to wipe them regularly, like taking medicine. Lu Cun wanted to wipe his feet, and he was in a hurry when he couldn't use it up, and he pulled it down when he ran out.

In any case, it is a pity that Lu Cun did not go to that exhibition, and he himself feels a little regretful. Honglu's paintings have been appreciated by so many people, which is a thing to be happy about for Honglu, and Lu Village can only be happy for her on this distant island.

Lucun has been busy before, but it has been much better recently. It's good to have a relaxed mindset and not have to be busy every day like before. The branch of the alien company on Civilization Island is doing well, and this state is exactly what Lu Cun wants. Lu Cun was happy for all this.