Chapter 354: Chronicle of Youth 56

He Li sneered.

I'm afraid this godfather's stalk won't be able to move forward.

Zhang Feng was embarrassed and turned his head to look at Bai Ge and Qianwan.

saw that one of the two was indifferent and the other was cold.

But at the moment when the sights met, it was like a spring breeze and rain, and the snow reflected the pear blossoms.

Bai Ge looked at Qianwan, those good-looking phoenix eyes were full of affection, and the layer of gentleness and alienation on his body seemed to have disappeared.

Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched fiercely.

This...... It seems to be really love.

Forcibly eating a ton of dog food, Zhang Feng touched his nose stupidly, sat up straight, and inadvertently glanced at He Li beside him looking at his eyes......

There seems to be the same flow of emotions.

The roots of his ears were hot, and he looked out the window a little awkwardly.

There was silence for a few minutes, and then he sighed wistfully.

He shook his head with a pout, "It seems that my white-skinned, beautiful and long-legged daughter-in-law doesn't have to think about it." ”

He Li leaned over and whispered a warning in his ear, "It's best not to think about it, maybe someone will be uncomfortable if you think too much." ”

Zhang Feng has a hair on his back.

Neither of them saw the stiff expression of the driver in front of him after eating a big melon.

No wonder it was useless for Eun Shang to invite the girl group.

The young son of the multinational investment group with the most abundant assets in Kyoto, his preferences are actually ......

Male.

Hesitantly looked at his phone, do he want to contact the president now and invite a few more boy groups to come over......

Can I remedy this?

……

Six o'clock in the evening, the art gallery.

Before it started, the entrance of the exhibition hall was already boiling and crowded with people.

Archer, a well-known oil painting master, invited all kinds of rare celebrities in the art world to this exhibition, which is almost the meaning of the altar.

Archer's paintings have long been hailed as the muses of international fashion empires.

The painters who can be admired in his exhibitions are now all famous in the art world.

And this exhibition is very likely to be his favorite successor, with a bright future.

So, three times as many media outlets came as before, and everyone was eagerly awaiting tonight's exhibition of Archer's invited paintings.

Under the focus of the camera's aperture, a black extended Bentley stopped in front of the showroom, and two people stepped down slowly.

The one standing in front was wearing a checked suit, a camel-colored cashmere scarf ironed next to his tie, with a slender figure, deep facial features, and an excellent temperament.

Behind him was his assistant, holding a black trench coat, following him step by step.

Everyone in several oil painting circles saw the identity of the person who came and greeted them with a smile.

"Archer, you're finally here."

Archer stood still, shook the hands of a few people, and said apologies gently, "It's a little late, thank you for the show." ”

A group of people exchanged a few pleasantries.

The protagonist arrived, and the exhibition hall began to enter in an orderly manner.

Pure white walls, light gray Dali tiles, a few crooked and grotesque decorative wall lamps.

In this not warm season, a cold feeling came to my face.

Minimalist configuration has always been a theme for Archer, and this time is no exception.

In addition to a series of paintings placed in the corridor.

It doesn't feel the slightest warmth.

A painting placed at the entrance is called "Du", a large area of pure white tones, and a lonely tree in the middle.

The ingenious anti-white effect allows you to see the figure hidden behind the tree.

It's like sitting alone in the snow.

It's silent.

Afraid of the bottom, looking at this empty picture, I feel extremely lonely inexplicably.

Archer didn't speak, just walked inside with a few old friends.

Bai Ge hugged Qianwan's waist and slowly walked into the exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall was a little too quiet.

Except for the sound of footsteps, almost no one talked about it.

It was as if everyone was immersed in this lonely world created by Archer.

(End of chapter)