Like Lin Motian, if he talked about his painting skills without knowing the right way, a sharp look would immediately flash in his eyes.

You can talk about his life and his creative experience, but you can't talk about painting. Butterflies have been with him so far, and they know this. Of course, this also happens to be the weakness of butterflies, so happily avoid it.

It is said that when an editor of a pure art magazine interviewed him, he talked about the art of his painting without knowing the times, and Zhuang Yousheng was cold on the spot, which made the editor very embarrassed.

The butterfly barely held back a few yawns that were almost to her mouth, trying to find Zhuang Yousheng.

I had vaguely seen him once before, and it flickered in a certain crowd, and the butterfly happened to be responding to that Jason, but I felt that in the corner of his eye, Zhuang Yousheng's tall body seemed particularly outstanding, and he stood in the crowd, looking very inactive, like a tall wooden stake, muffled, and couldn't make a sound.

He seemed to just stand there, rarely speaking, of course, there were some things that he didn't need to say, and there was a delicate agent next to him, who had full authority to take care of him.

When did Zhuang Yousheng also have an agent?

Butterfly thought about it, too, how could a pretentious person like him be embarrassed to sell his paintings? This is detrimental to the identity of the painter.

However, it was already very aggrieved and difficult to let him accompany him like this, no wonder his expressionless face was even more confused.

He was able to do this far, and even butterflies felt that life was not easy.

Butterfly once thought that a tendon in his elm head was never in league with the world. At present, it seems that in the more than a year since I returned to China, it can be regarded as an enlightenment. Lying in a lonely village, there is really nothing to do except mourn yourself.

There is a lot of traffic, and it seems that the marketing is very successful. The butterfly shook a few times, Ren didn't shake the person he was looking for, turned around, and felt that someone gently patted him on the shoulder. When I came back to my senses, I couldn't hold back my laughter, wasn't it Zhuang Yousheng who I had been looking for?

His eyes burned, he looked at the butterfly and whispered, "Who are you looking for?"

The butterfly seemed to be a friend who had not been seen for a long time, and said very happily: I am looking for you. There are a lot of people today, and I congratulate you on the success of the exhibition.

Zhuang Yousheng replied yes and said: It's okay.

Butterfly stretched out his hand, like an old friend, patted his arm very boldly, and said: Yes, the marketing work is in place.

Zhuang Yousheng seemed to be stunned by her, nailed there, the butterfly immediately withdrew his hand, and said hesitantly: Well, seeing that you are so busy, I mainly want to congratulate you when I look for you, and I am ready to leave first.

Zhuang Yousheng said: Do you have something to do in the afternoon?

This time, the butterfly was stunned for a moment, and then said: There is no such thing-

Zhuang Yousheng said: So, why are you in a hurry to go?

Butterfly is a little unintelligible, she has come, she has seen it, her task has been completed, and her duties as a friend have been fulfilled, so why don't you leave and wait for dinner?

Even if he wanted to, she was still embarrassed, so she said: That's not what you mean, I see that you are quite busy, you see, so many people want you to say hello, and besides, I don't buy paintings, it's not worth wasting time with me, hehe.

Zhuang Yousheng lowered his voice and said: I'm not busy, these people don't need me to greet them, my assistant will greet them. I couldn't have used it today, but here I am. You know why.

The butterfly choked, raised her head, looked into his eyes, every time she looked at him, she had to raise her head, after a long time, her neck was sore, and the butterfly smiled dryly and said: I know?

Butterfly thought to herself: I really don't know, who knows who the ghost is. If it weren't for the fact that we still have some friendships, you have really helped me a lot, and I would rather sleep at home. This man was not so elegant that he didn't wake up, and he came all the way to see the painting. Even if you want to look at the painting elegantly, you have to sleep well, eat half-supported, and happen to encounter a whole day of really idle panic, maybe there will be eighty percent of the interest to come to see the painting.

For butterflies, even so, it is more comfortable to snuggle up in a sofa chair in a movie theater and watch a movie with no content or story than to watch a movie with a crash scene without content or a story.

To say that the elegance of modern people is just a superficial behavior, they are all down-to-earth in their bones, and they have never been so down-to-earth as modern people for thousands of years.

Books are furnishings.,Novels only look at sword fairies.,If you can play games, you won't do anything else.,Of course, sticking to your phone all the time is not because of learning or noble interests.,It's all called life.。

Take your children to the museum to see the thousand-year-old mummy, you just need to observe carefully, many parents urge their children: look! In fact, as long as I am free, I take the opportunity to take out my mobile phone and glance at it a few times.

Most parents lead their whirlwind children through various venues that cultivate hobbies, and the excitement in their eyes is because their children are receiving a noble education, and they will not have any mental pleasure except for feeling tired and panicked.

Butterfly is also a layman, and has never shied away from this reality.

The butterfly's mouth promised: Ahem, oh, yes, I guess you have invited a lot of your friends this time.

I don't want to, Zhuang Yousheng grabbed the butterfly's wrist, although he didn't use force, but this cold handful also made the butterfly startled, his eyes widened, he looked at him, and only listened to his words, very clear, very low, but said very seriously: I only invited one friend, that is, you.

Zhuang Yousheng is not lying, he did only invite a friend of butterflies in this exhibition.

Originally, he didn't have too many friends in China, and this kind of art exhibition, to be honest, was too commercial and had a clear purpose.

Zhuang Yousheng originally planned not to appear, he bought it if he liked, he didn't like it casually, he didn't care, just let his assistant be in charge. Once the painting is hung in the gallery, it is in some cases the same as a product, and of course, many painters will come there in person, give themselves a show, and show themselves off by the way. Especially for those who are just starting out, they need this kind of scene even more to increase their visibility and attention.

But for an old painter like Zhuang Yousheng with a certain level of qualifications and status, it is obvious that the enthusiasm and interest are not in this, they prefer to play a little deep and hidden.

If you disappear from the public eye for a long time, the more mysterious and difficult to find your trace, the more attention may be paid to your work. If the yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years, then your work will become a masterpiece.

It is said that a few years ago, there was an oil painter named Ruo Mad who died suddenly and mysteriously, and not only did he become a legend in an instant, but his works soared to sky-high prices overnight, and it was difficult to find them, because the collectors immediately hid all his works in a hidden safe and kept them.