Chapter 611, Contradiction!

This is a small exhibition of paintings, which is only available to guests invited by the host.

Well-dressed men and ladies in evening dresses or other formal but beautiful clothes strolled through the world, completely silent in the wonderful world of art.

The waiter with the tray walked cautiously through the gallery, for fear of disturbing the eyes of any of the distinguished guests and the state of mind when looking at the paintings. Only when they wave to them will they walk by with a smile on their faces and let them choose the best wine to suit their tastes.

It was an exhibition of paintings organized by the Raffarin family, and the guests invited were rich and noble, as well as celebrities and long-established artists. None of the staff on site dared to slightly affect their mood so that they could not return satisfied.

You know, artists are mostly paranoid, and who knows what crazy things they will do when they are angry?

Dressed in a red evening dress, Qiu Yihan looked like a beautiful and noble little princess of the royal family, standing in front of a large oil painting, looking at the dense golden wheat fields that seemed to be invisible at a glance.

Such a fiery color can stab people's eyes. Such a dense layout makes people's hearts depressed and breathless.

However, such a color with such a layout makes people feel refreshed. It was as if I was in this wheat field, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the ears of wheat were golden. No matter which direction you run, you will be greeted by the sight of this harvest.

"It's Roman's work." A gentle voice rang in my ears. The man spoke English with a strong London accent, which was very comfortable to listen to.

Qiu Yihan turned around and saw the handsome young man with a deep outline like a mythical sculpture.

"Is that you?" Qiu Yihan asked in surprise.

This man she knew, the guy who would go to St. Anthony's Avenue at two o'clock every Saturday afternoon to ask her to help paint a self-portrait.

He showed up from the two weeks since her business opened on St. Anthony's Avenue. It has been held on until now. What month is this?

Every time the autumn chill passes, I can meet such a loyal customer. So, she remembers him well.

"It's me. Miss Qiu Yihan from Huaxia. The man smiled and nodded, and the smile was even more dazzling. You never asked my name. I regret it very much. ”

"I'm sorry." Qiu Yihan smiled awkwardly and said, "What do you call it?" ”

"El? Raffarin. You can call me El. The young man said.

"Hello, El." Qiu Yihan said with a smile.

After thinking about it, he asked, "My aunt said that this is an exhibition held by the Raffarin family?" ”

"Not bad." El? Raffarin nodded. "It's organized by the Raffarin family. I also organized it for you. ”

"-" Autumn Yihan's face turned red, and his entire neck was smeared with a strange and touching rouge color.

This kind of naked show of love, she is a little difficult to accept.

The young man smiled at her and said, "Miss Autumn Yihan, welcome to you." It was the happiest thing for me tonight. ”

Qiu Yihan turned to look around, but didn't notice her aunt Qiu Jingwen's figure.

It's strange, they obviously came together, and Qiu Jingwen has been by her side, why did they suddenly disappear?

"Ann Ace met a friend of hers. I saw them talking very happily. "Blonde El? Raffarin said with a smile.

"Thank you. Have you known her for a long time? "Autumn cold thanks. Ann Aisi is the French name of her aunt Qiu Jingwen, and she is also well-known in the Parisian art circle. That's what everybody calls her.

Since she was chatting with a friend, she wouldn't immediately chase after her and bother.

"Slightly earlier than I met you." El? Raffarin said with a smile. "Ann Ace is very famous in Paris, and her paintings are not cheap now."

"Thank you." This time, it was Qiu Yihan who thanked her aunt Qiu Jing instead.

"So, I came here to ask, can I have this honor to introduce you to these paintings? Because I see an unknown doubt in your eyes. The man asked.

"Did he see the curiosity in his eyes?" Autumn thought in surprise.

Yes, although she has a few years of art skills, she has not yet started in China. After arriving in Paris, France, under the leadership and hand-in-hand guidance of her aunt Qiu Jingwen, she had just stepped into the threshold of this art palace.

And what she is facing now are all masterpieces, and each one is worth a fortune when she takes it out. Oil painting is both realistic and artistic conception, and she can't understand the significance of the painter's treatment of some paintings.

In the past, it was the aunt who played the role of docent and enlightenment teacher, but now, the aunt entrusted her to another man.

"Thank you." Qiu Yihan hesitated slightly, but still agreed. She couldn't refuse such a request.

"Oh. Before you answer, I'm really worried that you'll refuse. "The man made a gentlemanly salute to the autumn cold." Thank God that He loves me so much. ”

Qiu Yihan smiled, but his eyes shifted to the painting in front of him again.

So, El? Raffarin immediately changed the subject, looked at the oil painting in front of him and said: "Roman is a rising star in the oil painting world, a newcomer who has only emerged in recent years. He is known for his bold use of colour and unsparing brushwork, and his works are so bold that they feel both impossible and natural. ”

"This is one of Roman's early works, and the first time I saw it, I loved it. I just didn't expect that what used to be a hobby of collecting has now become a lucrative investment - I can see that you love it too. ”

"Yes. I love it. "Autumn Yihan did not deny it.

"This one is Sean's work. Sean became famous very early, but there are not many works left behind. The painting depicts his wife, a woman he calls a 'soul mate'. He was married only once in his life, and the media described him as a madman for love - but he cut off one of his wife's thighs. He felt that her wife was perfect on all fours. Is this the artist's sensory world? We mortals always want everything to be perfect. ”

"He's a madman." Qiu Yihan said. She likes art, but she doesn't like perverts who do crazy things in the name of art.

"Oh. Be quiet. If this sentence is heard by his followers, they will be angry. "El? Raffarin made a little joke.

Autumn Yihan smiles, let Er? Raffarin's eyes were brighter.

"I think you'll be interested in this work. This is one of Ann Lise's early works, and it's also her famous work -- she called it "New Life", and I think it has a new meaning for the work itself and for her. The baby in the painting is a new life, and her life has to go to a different and wider road.

In the luxury carriage, Autumn was cold with a straight face and didn't say a word.

Qiu Jing wanted to speak several times, but when he saw Qiu Yihan's pursed lips, he could only swallow what he wanted to say.

The car stopped at the gate of the yard, and the driver quickly got out of the car and trotted over to help open the rear door.

"Thank you." Qiu Jingwen said with a smile. "Please express my gratitude to Master El once again on my behalf."

"It's my pleasure." The driver said respectfully. "I'll help convey your gratitude."

When the car was far away, Qiu Yihan and Qiu Jingwen returned to the villa where they lived.

"Jingwen, Hanhan, are you back?" My grandmother, who was watching TV in the living room, heard the sound of the door opening and hurriedly came out. "Have you had fun tonight, right?"

"Grandma, it's good." Qiu Yihan said.

"It's good." Grandma said happily. "If you like it, let your aunt take you out more often."

"Don't." Qiu Yihan said. "I still like to sleep at home."

With that, he walked towards his room.

Grandma looked at Qiu Jingwen, who shrugged her shoulders and said that she was helpless.

"I'll go and persuade her." Grandma said.

"I'll go." Qiu Jing said.

Qiu Jingwen pushed open the door of Qiu Yihan's room, and she was sitting on the computer desk sending and receiving emails.

"What? Not happy? Qiu Jingwen sat on the bed of Qiu Yihan and asked with a smile.

"I said, I don't like that." Qiu Yihan said.

"But, I think El is a good fit for you." Qiu Jing said when he heard the truth. "Even I was touched by him, don't you feel it at all? This time, he took the initiative to find me, and he knew that you like to paint, so he used their collection to hold this exhibition. He wants you to be able to enjoy his collection and to have a chance to get to know you formally. I really can't refuse such a request. ”

"How many times have I said that, I—"

"You've got someone you like, right?" Qiu Jingwen interrupted her words and asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Qiu Yihan said.

"And does he like you?"

Autumn is cold and silent.

"You're not even sure if he likes you, are you?"

"He likes it." Qiu Yihan said. Thinking of Tang Zhong's eyes looking at her, it was very gentle, and there was a hint of doting, which made her heart feel throbbing.

"You're not sure?" Qiu Jing said angrily. "For the sake of a love that you can't be sure of and a man who isn't worth waiting for, are you willing to give up such a great opportunity? El? What's wrong with Raffarin? I feel like he's the best man for you. With him, you will be pampered all the time. ”

"Pampering?" Autumn smiles. "Like Daddy dotes on me?"

"That's different."

"It's the same." Qiu Yihan said stubbornly. "Because I don't like him."

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