Zhang He's aunt doesn't know which one it is, there are three organizers, and they are all very kind women.

They greeted every guest warmly, including Qiu Bao and Li Haitang. Of course, their enthusiasm and goals are mainly focused on those VIPs who are quite famous in society, after all, Qiu Bao, who knows that he is a student at a glance, does not have much appreciation and purchasing power.

So, the two of them have a relaxed life here.

The people who come here are dressed in all kinds of clothes, some are elegant and indifferent, some are heavy makeup; There are those who talk eloquently, and there are those who deal with them indifferently...... If you could bring one of these people together in one place, wouldn't that atmosphere be quieter and more comfortable?

A thought suddenly flashed in Qiu Bao's mind, but it was a little vague and he couldn't grasp the point.

She and Li Haitang followed the crowd to a painting exhibition room, and the paintings hanging on the wall were full of new works by newcomers.

The two of them could not read abstract paintings, and only lingered in front of realistic canvases for a long time. There is a newcomer named Zhou Xiaonong who is a realist school, painting all the beautiful scenery of the countryside, even if the farmer drives a cow home, Zhou Xiaonong's delicate brush style can also lead everyone to think about it.

That kind of simple beauty can touch people's hearts and make people yearn for it.

"This one isn't bad." Li Haitang stopped in front of a painting for a long time, reluctant to leave.

This painting depicts a country boy sitting under a big banyan tree, looking up at the dappled sunlight shining through the leaves, and a small smile blooming on his young face. That feeling is very warm and down-to-earth, and it directly provokes people's impulse to recall the past.

Qiu Bao also came over to take a look, "It's really good, want to buy it?" ”

There is the basic information of every writer at the door, she glanced at it just now, and remembered that Zhou Xiaorong is only eighteen years old this year, a native of Beijing, and a student of Normal University.

Li Haitang shook his head, "You don't have to buy it if you like it, some things are only suitable for everyone to come and see." "Her family is small, and hanging such a painting makes the house look bad, and the painting has become tacky.

The artist's psychology is mostly eccentric, and Qiu Bao didn't say more.

Among the paintings present, only this Zhou Xiaorong could resonate with them, and as for the others, they were either purely decorative paintings, or they were so abstract that they were despised, and there was an illusion that as long as they started to write, they would definitely be able to kill a few of their galaxies in seconds.

was admiring it carefully, Qiu Bao suddenly felt something strange behind him. Looking back, a handsome woman in a chiffon blouse and a long skirt was standing silently behind the two, wearing a pair of glasses and a little silence in the darkness of her eyes.

With her jet-black hair tied up at random, her clothes fluttering, and her image makeup a little casual, you can see at a glance that she is a thousand-year-old house.

Qiu Bao thought that he was blocking others from looking at the painting, smiled embarrassedly, and hurriedly took a few steps to the side to make room for others.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't look at the painting, a pair of black eyes silently followed her, and said indifferently: "What do you think of this painting?" ”

Qiu Bao was stunned, this is the rhythm of academic exchanges? glanced at Li Haitang.

"Hehe, it's good, it's good." Ask her about education or test questions, and talk to her about art is like talking about the piano.

It's almost the same as talking to Li Haitang, everyone is engaged in art.

"What's bad?" There are good and bad ones, the woman stubbornly asked.

Li Haitang glanced at her up and down, and his heart moved.

"Not good?" Qiu Bao also realized something, looked at the woman, looked at the painting again, and suddenly smiled, "I'm a layman, and I don't know much about the so-called art." It's not good to say what'......"

She thought for a moment, then nodded her chin at the vertical typography in the upper right corner of the frame, "That word doesn't look pleasing to the eye, like a dog." I didn't want to be so direct, but suddenly remembering Mrs. Snow's blow to herself, she blurted out at once.

It doesn't matter, the more cruel the truth, the more it can inspire a person's determination to work hard. She herself was, struck by Mrs. Snow, and decided not only on weekends, but also on weekends, she would go to practice calligraphy whenever she was free.

Sure enough, the woman scratched the top of her head embarrassedly, laughed twice, and said: "I used to only care about painting, and I didn't think about practicing calligraphy. "The funny thing is that I asked a lot of people just now, and they all said that they looked good, looked everywhere, the words were good, and the writing was charming, etc.

What kind of verve can a beginner write in words? One or two with their eyes open and talking nonsense.

Therefore, commercial exhibitions are really boring. In order for everyone to be friendly in the future, she can't hear any useful comments and suggestions here.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." The woman said.

Qiu Bao and Li Haitang looked at each other and smiled, sure enough, Zhou Xiaorong, the owner of the painting, was here.

"Thank you, but I don't need it, my house is full of blueprints." Li Haitang was the first to refuse.

Qiu Bao also said: "I have a mural in my house, and there is no place to hang this." "She's telling the truth, hanging this seems cumbersome, affecting the interior design style.

Fortunately, Zhou Xiaorong didn't think much about it, and there was no expression of kindness and humiliation on his face, so he took out two business cards from his bag and handed them to the two of them with a faint expression.

"It's okay, let's make friends, and you can call if you need it in the future." She smiled faintly, and after the two answered, she turned around and left without asking each other for phone numbers.

She left the exhibition room without looking back, Li Haitang looked at the free and easy back, and sighed: "Look, the temper of an authentic artist should be like this, tsk......" arrogant, stubborn, with a unique personality, and resolutely not bending over for three cents.

This kind of artist is either tired of his family, or he has a strong background and doesn't care about the copper smell of money.

Anyway, Li Haitang thinks that he doesn't have that kind of care, and in order to live, occasional hypocrisy and politeness are necessary. Qiu Bao thought so, and then looked at the staircase that was already empty, maybe it was a problem of angle, and at that moment she actually had a feeling of déjà vu.

She laughed self-deprecatingly, there was no person and name of Zhou Xiaorong in her memory, it should be an illusion.

After putting away the business card, the two went to see the Chinese painting tasting area again.

Walking around the circle, I found that this is indeed a good place to spend time, and it is afternoon in the blink of an eye.

The two wanted to go to the lounge to rest, eat something and meet a few friends by the way, but seeing the people in the room dressed formally, talking professionally, and smiling, their appetite was gone.

As a student party of two high schools, I have only one thought in my heart: go shopping! That's where they should be.

With the same opinion, the two of them just stepped out of the door, and they were greeted by a heat wave that was overwhelming, almost suffocating.

Qiu Bao didn't matter, the clothes on her body were extremely cool, especially after opening the umbrella. The heat outside is at least close to 40 degrees, and you can fry eggs on the side of the road, and under her umbrella, it is cool and pleasant, and the heat does not get hot at all.

Li Haitang was the same, she couldn't help it, she asked Qiu Bao: "The one who lives in your house is the Snow Girl, right?" "The air conditioning is strong enough that even the umbrella is completely penetrated.

Snow Girl, sort of, right? Qiu Bao nodded. (To be continued.) )