cpa300_4(); The light in the hall is bright and soft, and the linseed oil used to mix the pigments floats darkly, walnut oil, poppy oil, sunflower oil, accompanied by the pungent smell of turpentine wax, which is a wonderful artistic enjoyment.

Lead white, blue and chrome green are all colors that immerse people in the world of color weaving.

Wen Wenya doesn't understand oil painting, to be honest...... Compared with the oil paintings with strong colors and heavy colors, she pays attention to abstract thinking, and prefers Chinese painting, which is sketched by fine brushwork, with a light and elegant ink fragrance and far-reaching artistic conception.

"Although this is Leonardo da Vinci's "The Last Supper", although it is only a copy, the characters in this picture, such as horror, anger, doubt, confession, etc., as well as gestures, eyes and behaviors, are all depicted in fine detail and vividly, which shows that the replicator's technique is also quite clever."

In the quiet gallery, there is a soft voice.

The unusually familiar voice made Wen Wenya can't help but look towards the source of the sound.

Ning Shuqian was wearing a light purple cheongsam, outlining her graceful figure curves to the fullest, with a small white shawl on her shoulders, and small light purple flowers on the shawl, with a small cheongsam, the style became more elegant.

Ning Shuqian's hair was permed into big wavy curls, pulled into a bun, fixed at the back of her head, and fixed at the back of her head with a jade carved prismatic hairpin, which restrained the charm of her whole body, but even such an elegant and noble dress could not stop the romantic color between her eyebrows.

Ning Shuqian actually understands art, and sure enough, people can't be impersonated.

The corners of the warm and elegant lips hooked, and a touch of sarcasm was revealed.

As if noticing that someone was looking at her, Ning Shuqian raised her eyes and looked at her.

Wen Wenya saw it clearly, and Ning Shuqian's eyes shrank, as if she was quite surprised.

Wen Wen Ya glanced at it lightly, then withdrew her gaze and continued to look at the painting.

At this time, Ning Shuqian said hello to a woman beside her, and walked towards Wen Wenya with rubber soles: "Xinya, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

Wen Wenya said lightly: "Well, it's a coincidence! I didn't expect Miss Ning to also like art. ”

The voice was faint, as if it didn't carry any emotion.

But listening to Ning Shuqian's ears, it was not like that, the light voice, as if with mockery of her, in her indifferent eyes, with contempt for her, a casual dress without any characteristics, worn on her body, with an innate nobility, she was carefully dressed, and there was no elegance.

She couldn't help but be angry, but she finally pressed her emotions and said with a smile: "Xinya, look at what you said, where do I like art, I just accompanied my friends to join in the fun, but I didn't expect that Xinya you would appreciate art." ”

When she said this, her words were round, her tone was a little heavy, and there was a faint sharpness between her eyebrows.

Wen Wenya laughed: "Miss Ning, you are too humble, I heard just now that you talk to the people around you about art, but you talk eloquently, how can you not understand art." ”

The meaning of Ning Shuqian's words, she naturally understood, it was nothing more than burping her, she had to appreciate art, it was to be cultivated from a young age, and she had been living abroad for fifteen years, and she had only returned to the Wen family for more than three years, where could she cultivate any artistic cells.

At this time, Wen Wenya opened her mobile phone, searched for "The Last Supper", and opened one of the search entries, which was an introduction to the Last Supper.

Wen Wenya put her mobile phone in front of Ning Shuqian: "Miss Ning, look, that's what it says on the Internet." ”

The smile on Ning Shuqian's face cracked, and a certain embarrassment made her feel the urge to find a hole to get into, and her words were memorized from the Internet.

Wen Wenya said deliberately: "It's the same as the introduction on the Internet, and you also say that you don't understand art." ”

Ning Shuqian endured it, wanting to slap Wen Wenya's past impulses, and desperately pressed her emotions: "Hehe, is it? I was talking nonsense before. ”

Wen Wenya smiled brightly: "Miss Ning is just too modest." ”

Ning Shuqian was speechless, as if she had been slapped in public, shame and embarrassment, which made her suddenly feel as if she was out of place in such an elegant place.

She felt the eyes around her look at her with disdain and mockery, and she felt the urge to run away.

Wen Wenya smiled and asked, "Miss Ning, what's wrong with you, why is your face so ugly, is there something uncomfortable?" Miss Ning really likes art very much, she is not feeling well, and she is not willing to miss such a grand art exhibition, which is really admirable. ”

Ning Shuqian's lips trembled.

She doesn't know when she started to like to go to some noble places, like galleries, operas, all kinds of recitals......

It seems that as long as she is on such an occasion, every muscle in her body will relax, and the usual kind of inferiority complex and embarrassment will disappear without a trace, no one knows her embarrassing background, and no one knows her unspeakable past, everyone only knows that people who can enter this kind of place are noble people, so she is one of these noble people.

And she is indeed in such an environment, like a fish in water.

Today, she has been exposed in public.

That kind of embarrassment, that kind of humiliation, is no more difficult for her to accept than when she was exposed by Wen Wenya in public.

However, it still doesn't work.

She must be patient, and the project of the entertainment city cannot be extraneous.

Ning Shuqian suddenly changed the topic: "Xinya, my father and I are as good as ever, is your grandfather ......?"

Wen Wen Ya clearly saw a smug look on Ning Shuqian's face.

Ning Shuqian wiped the corners of her moist eyes: "Xinya, you go back and explain to your grandfather, this matter is not your father's fault, please don't blame your father." ”

The mournful voice, with an aggrieved tone, this is Ning Shuqian's true color.

Ning Shuqian is very good at disguise and scheming, but she passed on her unparalleled disguise skills and deep scheming to her daughter Ning Yuya, but instead let Xia Ruya learn a ten, and even better than blue.

Wen Wen Ya said lightly: "Miss Ning, don't take yourself too seriously, what if you reconcile with my father?" You think my grandfather will take you seriously? ”

Ning Shuqian was stunned for a while, and the performance on her face converged little by little.

Wen Wenya laughed: "People are self-aware. ”

She looked around the gallery, and she couldn't tell the truth.

Ning Shuqian also laughed, her voice so soft that it could drip water: "Whether I am a dish or not, whether I have self-knowledge or not, I will see later." ”

Quite meaningful, with a touch of confidence.

Wen Wen Ya smiled silently.

The eyes in the hall looked over to this side, and no one felt that the atmosphere of these two people was harmonious and happy.