Zhou Junlan, who was thinking about her heart, was shocked, why did the boy she saw a few days ago appear on campus, she hadn't seen him for a long time. When all the turmoil was over, Zhou Junlan once thought that she would never see that face again, and she didn't need to have any more trouble in this life.

I have to say that he is a lot more handsome.

At the interview that day, she heard many girls talking about his looks and intoxicating smile—but it was poison in a candy jar.

Zhou Junlan wanted to persuade them like this.

She exhaled irritably, pinching her eye sockets to rest.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" The housekeeper asked her.

Zhou Junlan raised her head and remembered that she was sitting in the car when she saw the housekeeper's concerned eyes in the rearview mirror. The butler drove smoothly, and he didn't feel the slightest bump, and if he wasn't preoccupied with things, the feeling of drowsiness would soon hit.

"It's okay, I'...... Didn't sleep well. ”

"Are you going to an art exhibition?" The housekeeper gradually slowed down the car.

"Go, Aunt Zhao is still waiting." Zhou Junlan opened the car refrigerator and picked up a bottle of soda.

The Bentley was shining brightly among the vehicles parked in front of the exhibition.

What kind of people will come to the exhibition? Unlike music, film, television, or books, which have been popularized, the art of painting is a relatively high-barrier circle, and the area enclosed is not large. A small group of like-minded people will use painting as a medium to find each other, talk heartily, and exchange insignificant insights between the carefully placed and adjusted lights and the symbols and patterns outlined with spiritual fingers. If you meet a like-minded confidant, the two laugh and clink glasses, feeling the rare tranquility in the noisy city.

Zhou Junlan doesn't know how to paint, but Aunt Zhao always likes to show her her paintings, smiling and asking her for her opinions, carefully as if she is a great painter or connoisseur.

As if dissatisfied with painting alone at home, Aunt Zhao held this art exhibition - there are very few people.

Zhou Junlan, who walked into the exhibition in a blue dress, delusionally thought that she had misremembered the time, but in fact, she was not early. Take a little walk inside and you'll find a bunch of people in the food pick-up area.

"Lan Lan? You're here. Aunt Zhao walked out of a chic corner, her thick black hair was coiled up and stacked on her head, Xiong's arrogance and soft face without heavy makeup attracted the attention of many people, she was wearing the same style of blue dress as herself, obviously deliberately giving herself this outfit to show intimacy.

"Aunt Zhao, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"No, no, it just so happens." Aunt Zhao pointed upstairs: "There is a connoisseur upstairs, if he thinks my painting is of some level, he will write me a review and report it." ”

"That's good."

Aunt Zhao put her arm around Zhou Junlan: "You...... Is it okay to accompany Aunt Zhao? It was like an inquiry and a request, with a longing look, and the arm she hugged couldn't make Zhou Junlan refuse.

Some people say that beauty is also a beautiful landscape.

And when the young and ripe roses bloom in the same place, they do not compete with each other, but satisfy most of the aesthetics required by the public. Zhou Junlan and Aunt Zhao walked up the stairs with each other, the high heels and flat bottoms on their feet, walking in unison, walking lightly, with bursts of fragrance, many men were talking about whether this was a pair of sisters.

The housekeeper standing downstairs looked at the two people walking up and felt that if he put their group photo at the door, it would be more than a bare language description: a female painter chasing dreams. Much better.

As if deliberately arranged in a combination of Chinese and Western styles, the upstairs decoration is full of Chinese characteristics, from the sandalwood-like walls, depicting a variety of prominent murals, the entire second floor is floating with a touch of sandalwood, and the ancient style of guzheng and flute music is played, and the quiet atmosphere slows down everyone's pace. Therefore, the second floor is the art palace where real appreciators come.

Mr. Sun, who was appreciating the painting, was holding a glass of iced champagne in his hand, and the water droplets condensed on the rim of the glass slowly slid down, but he was so engrossed that he couldn't bear to disturb his concentration like a sculpture.

Aunt Zhao wanted to go forward to say hello, but was stopped by Zhou Junlan.

"Wait a minute." Zhou Junlan whispered.

As if they were listening to music, the two stood behind Mr. Sun, as if they were also two appreciators. It wasn't until the corners of Mr. Sun's mouth showed a relieved smile and he breathed a long sigh of relief that he took a sip of champagne and slowly turned around and saw the two of them.

"Hello." Aunt Zhao bowed slightly, and Zhou Junlan also nodded.

"Oh, you're ...... The owner of this work. Mr. Sun stretched out his hand and shook Aunt Zhao slightly, moved his eyes to Zhou Junlan next to him, and then his eyes shone brightly: "What a beautiful little girl!" Beautiful, is it your sister? ”

"Oh no." Aunt Zhao stroked her hair with a smile, someone looked down on her age, she was very happy, but she didn't know how to introduce Lan Lan in front of others for a while.

Zhou Junlan stretched out her hand and nodded with a smile: "I am Aunt Zhao's daughter." ”

Aunt Zhao was stunned when she heard this, Zhou Junlan had never introduced the relationship between the two like this, and it had been almost a year and a half since she married into the Zhou family, and she had not called herself "Mom" yet. In a blink of an eye, she figured out another meaning of such an introduction, calling her "mother" Aunt Zhao, and the fact that there was no blood relationship between the two was revealed by her.

Mr. Sun must have heard it quickly, he smiled politely, and then looked at Aunt Zhao: "I guess you should know who I am, so I won't go into too much detail." Your paintings are really beautiful, the reality and the unreal are staggered, and the lines and colors also put the whole painting in a hazy artistic conception. In the non-realistic faction, I have to admit that you are an uncarved jade. ”

This is a commendable evaluation, but it is still half a cut short of exquisiteness.

"Thank you for your comment, do you need me to explain my understanding of these paintings?"

"It's an honor."

"Please."

Obviously, the next conversation between the two did not need Zhou Junlan's participation, she smiled and pointed to the side, casting an inquiring look at Aunt Zhao. Aunt Zhao nodded and allowed her to move.

The lights above the gallery are arranged like a row of pawns on chess and cards, casting beams of pale yellow lights, and Zhou Junlan steps in front of the painting as if looking at a marquee, without any willingness to appreciate it.

Troubles began to run through her mind again. Was that letter an early warning or a threat? But so many years have passed, why did he make a comeback? Is it just resentment? If that's the case, I'll have to fight again for the protection I promised to do!

Suddenly, as if something was holding her, she stopped in front of a painting.

Zhou Junlan saw a familiar figure, she remembered that it was originally a photograph, in the image gallery, a realistic painting 2 meters long and 1 meter wide was placed in a most conspicuous position alone, this portrait of a girl reading under the light is very eye-catching. The lights shining above are a little brighter than the others. The girl in the painting, with her silky black hair, is reading at a desk in the room, her face illuminated by a dazzling white light.

Zhou Junlan's mouth opened wide.

"You're here." A boy's voice came from behind her.

"Huh? Monitor? ”

Li Yang, who was dressed in a white suit, walked over with a smile and a red drink in his hand, and when Li Yang got closer, he realized that it was pomegranate juice instead of red wine.

"The girl in the painting is pretty and isn't it?" Li Yang looked at the girl in the painting and said.

"Nothing." Zhou Junlan smiled and shook her head: "I didn't expect that Aunt Zhao would draw me into the painting." ”

She looked at herself in the painting, and her thoughts went back to half a year ago. I took the book Ke Yuhan gave me and read it overnight. This photo was taken by Aunt Zhao when she came to her room to see herself. Zhou Junlan always felt that the photo was not good-looking, and her face was a little swollen, but Aunt Zhao always smiled and said that it was baby fat.

Perhaps, Aunt Zhao loves her more than she imagined. This thought popped into Zhou Junlan's mind.

"By the way, squad leader, why did you come here?" Zhou Junlan asked.

Li Yang frowned: "Can you ...... Don't call me class president, everyone calls me that, it's okay in the class, but if you call me like this outside, I think it's a little too angry? Oh, I came to see the painting with my dad, but in fact, he was just looking for a pleasant scenery to entertain customers, so I couldn't mix it up, so I just wandered around. ”

"Your dad has exposed you to these things since you were a child?"

"Small?" Li Yang looked disgusted and rejected this statement: "I can buy a Land Rover if I earn money now." Whether you are mature or not has little to do with age. ”

He was silent for a moment, a lonely expression on his face.

"Can I ask you a question at this time?" Li Yang asked, and his hand holding the goblet changed to a clench.

"Well, you say." Zhou Junlan nodded.

Xu Xuanyue...... And Ke Yuhan, now, what is the relationship? ”

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