Lu Li's mind was drawing the story behind the ring, but Evelyn didn't think about it so much, she carefully re-rolled the oil painting, then stuffed it into a long cylinder, and handed it to Lu Li, "Keep it well." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As he spoke, their appetizers arrived, with Lu Li ordering a creamy lobster bisque and then choosing seafood bisque for Evelyn, two new dishes created by Mike Lue after his son passed the restaurant on to his son in 2002, and which have now become the most famous appetizers at Riverside Restaurant.

A small cup of soup, no more than five tablespoons, but the taste is really wonderful, rich and refreshing, retaining the sweetness and freshness of the seafood, but without the slightest fishy smell, the smooth and mellow taste is simply so wonderful that if you are not careful, your tongue will almost swallow it.

One bite, one bite after another. In the blink of an eye, a cup of soup has bottomed out.

Sure enough, the three Michelin stars live up to their name.

Raising her head, Lu Li saw that Evelyn had also finished drinking her soup, she picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, and said with satisfaction, "Every time I come to the riverside restaurant, this soup always makes people love it." ”

"That's the beauty of a chef, I guess. Lu Li also nodded in agreement. Although he has always been a staunch supporter of Chinese food, the occasional taste of other foods makes it feel completely different.

"I always thought that my grandfather didn't finish the painting, but now it seems that he finished it after all, but he stayed in China forever. Once again, Evelyn turned the subject around.

"But, why the Chrysler Building?" The truth revealed a corner, but Lu Li was left with more and more doubts, but more and more puzzled. "He's in China, so he should at least paint the Great Wall. ”

Lu Li's small complaint caused Evelyn to laugh brightly, and nodded in affirmation, "But I think, maybe it's because of his lack of ability? Or maybe he wants to paint a portrait, but the environment doesn't allow it? You know, it was a turbulent time." ”

Lu Li paused for a moment and sorted out his thoughts, "I really don't know much about painting, but I can still see that this finished product is more mature in skill and bold in color, what is the reason for this?"

"Your point is correct. Evelyn recognized it from a professional point of view, "but I can't analyze the reasons, there are many possibilities." For example, when he encounters an extreme burst of emotion, extreme joy, extreme sadness, extreme pain, and extreme panic, it can cause his style to suddenly become bold. Or, there is a change in the physical condition, which can also lead to a disruptive change. ”

Lu Li fell silent, no matter what the reason, this Chrysler Building is likely to be a testimony of the last moments of Evelyn's grandfather's life, which makes people inevitably a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Evelyn asked with concern, noticing Lu Li's pensive look.

Lu Li showed a big smile, "No, I just think that painting is really a magical thing, doesn't it? It contains all the emotions of the painter, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, as well as birth, old age, sickness and death." ”

"That's the beauty of art. Evelyn picked up the red wine on the table, took a sip, and showed a satisfied look, "The same is true for good wine, good food." ”

Lu Li suddenly remembered Tony, who was traveling in Europe, and the wine he made must be full of the taste of sunshine.

"By the way, I brought you something. Evelyn put the wine down, "I'm not sure if you're interested, but I think ......," Evelyn said as she picked up the briefcase next to her chair, "I thought maybe you'd be a little curious about my grandfather's other paintings." ”

Lu Li noticed this briefcase just now, but he didn't think much about it, it was probably just the content of Evelyn's afternoon work meeting, but he didn't expect that it was actually Hans's painting inside.

"After all, you still carry my grandfather's paintings with you, which means you like it. Evelyn said with a smile.

Lu Li looked at Evelyn's sparkling eyes and couldn't help choking, this was a mistake. He simply thought about showing the painting to Evelyn, but forgot that he had come to London for the reason, how could he have carried an oil painting with him?

"As an amateur, my best bet is the one that is monumental. I think when I come to London, I always need something to show off. Lu Li's self-deprecation made Evely laugh, and the corners of her mouth rose.

Evelyn then opened her briefcase and pulled out a small stack of sketches.

They don't look like artists' work, they're just amateur exercises, the white paper is a little yellowed, the corners are fluffy, and they look a little old, a little fragile, and even a little messy.

Lu Li took the painting and looked through it carefully.

As Evelyn said, the content of these paintings is very complex, there are still lifes, there are people, there are landscapes, there are architecture...... There are all kinds of variety, and there are few projects that are particularly good at.

Generally speaking, top painters have their own content that they are good at, at least most of them, and it is not easy to become proficient in different kinds of painting.

It can be seen that Hans must have been practicing constantly, and the level is uneven, some paintings are of higher quality, some are mediocre, and some give up halfway through. Even if Lu Li is a layman, he can judge it.

"This is my grandmother. Evelyn pointed to the painting in Lu Li's hand, this painting is only half painted, and it is not finished, you can see a side outline, and long golden hair, the lines of the facial features are slightly rough, but the neck and shoulder lines are clear, and there is a faint charm between them, which makes people can't help but depict the demeanor of a real person, "It's a pity that this painting is not finished." ”

Lu Li noticed a signature in the lower right corner, "Eva Strello." ”

Looking up at Evelyn, looking inquiringly, Evely said, "Eva, my grandmother's name." ”

"Oh, I thought she painted this picture. Lu Li raised his eyebrows and said half-jokingly, "I didn't see your grandfather's signature." ”

"There's the hair. Evelyn pointed, and Lu Li immediately found out, without a magnifying glass, you can see the two letters "H-S" arranged vertically, hidden in the unfinished hair, "It's really interesting, I thought that painters like to sign autographs, you know, they will design their own signatures, and then leave a mark." ”

Perhaps, he knows that his strength is not so high. Leave an autograph and it will become a joke. Evelyn shrugged her shoulders and complained nonchalantly, which made Lu Li laugh.

Behind the painting, there are group portraits of the interior, such as two young girls in the corner of a dance party learning how adults dance, or a little boy asleep on a table in a classroom-like room.

No wonder, no wonder Hans copied Degas's painting, he really had a soft spot for such scenes.

"Who is this?" Lu Li saw another portrait, and the reason why he was curious was because it was a complete image, which was really special among a pile of half-finished sketches.

This is a sketch of a man, he sits on a wooden chair, looks down and reads the book on his lap, his hair is slightly curled, the shadow cast by the light makes his face line look extraordinarily gentle, and his deep eyes fall on the book intently, as if he can't hear the noise of the outside world at all, and even the brushstrokes of the pen seem soft.

"Uh...... I don't know either. Evelyn looked at it carefully, then shook her head, "Among my grandfather's many paintings, there are quite a few models, men, women, old and young. He likes to paint group portraits, but also portraits. ”

Evelyn looked at it again, and then remembered, "Wait, I recognize, this is a model that my grandfather liked very much, and in the sketches, many of them are portraits of him, different poses, different charms." Grandfather caught his eyes very well, and it was a little more agile. I think he must have been a friend of my grandfather's, and he was a very good one. ”

Lu Li lowered his head, looked at the lower right corner, and then found a familiar name: Alberg Cohen.

Lu Li's movements couldn't help but pause, stunned in place, he thought he had seen it wrong, and carefully identified it again, it was still accurate, reflexively, he opened his mouth and asked, "Does your grandmother know him?"

"I don't know. Evelyn shook her head, "Grandfather's paintings are really too many, and most of them are practice works. Grandmother packed them up and handed them to me. I rummaged through it, and there were no particularly artistic ones, more monumental ones. ”

Evelyn took the painting from Lu Li's hand, "I was actually curious about who he was, the spirituality of this painting is very special, as if in the process of creation, my grandfather's inspiration was particularly turbulent." ”

After taking a closer look, Evelyn couldn't help but nod her head in affirmation, "My grandfather died when my father was very young, and he doesn't remember much about his grandfather. Some of the little stories I know were told to me by my grandmother. ”

Evelyn then put the painting on the table, "but that's normal for artists." If they meet their own muse, the creative inspiration will be endless. Perhaps, he was his grandfather's muse. Evelyn said half-jokingly, and when she had said that, she chuckled twice.

Lu Li was a little stunned, but there was a guess in his mind, a bold but outrageous guess, even if it was himself, his first reaction was to deny this guess. This is ridiculous.

However, Evelyn noticed that Lu Li's smile was a little far-fetched, and her eyes were slightly stunned, she couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Raising his head and looking at Evelyn, Lu Li was a little unsure whether he should tell Evelyn about his speculation, after all, he was just guessing, and he was not sure if Evelyn wanted to know the truth of this "assumption" - perhaps, things were not what he imagined at all?