The security guard's jaw is about to be dislocated. Read Dad: What's going on with this Nima?

His gaze was on Gu Lingyun. Could it be that this kid is the boss's illegitimate son? Looks like I've accidentally broken a terrible secret. The boss won't fire me, will he?

Or rather······· He couldn't help but shudder, thinking of a line that often appears in TV dramas, "Only dead people don't speak".

"You talk, I'll go down first." After the security guard finished speaking, he slipped away, and when he left, he closed the door for them very intimately, for fear that others would pass by and hear something they shouldn't hear.

"That······ You see that we are so fateful, and we both like the same painting, so we can communicate with each other more. Gu Lingyun said cautiously, "I will definitely come and walk around more in the future." As for the tickets, what should I do? I'm really poor. You turned me upside down, and I couldn't shake off a penny. ”

The uncle's forehead protruded, and he suddenly felt the urge to throw this guy into the river to feed the fish. After feeding the fish, catch the fish and give it to the pigs, and then eat the pork yourself to vent your anger.

"You don't have to come again. Everyone has their likes and dislikes, so there's no need to force them. The uncle waved his hand, "You have no interest in painting, so why do you want to come again?" Wouldn't it be better to find something you love to do? ”

Uncle, I feel like it's a pity that you don't go to be a god stick. Gu Lingyun complained in his heart.

"Makes sense." Gu Lingyun followed his words and continued.

The uncle showed a teachable expression and waited for Gu Lingyun to leave.

However, Gu Lingyun didn't have the slightest intention of leaving, but continued, "From the first time I saw you, I had a feeling of hating to see each other. Since we are so fateful. Can you refund today's ticket money? ”

"Can you still get a face?" The uncle held his forehead with his hand, "You buy a ticket to come in, that is respect for art." Do you want to go back now? How can there be such a statement? ”

Why do I think that on the road of shamelessness, we are each other? Gu Lingyun sneered. I think you just don't have much income in a day, so you will uphold the principle that you would rather kill by mistake than let go.

"I respect art, but art doesn't respect me." Gu Lingyun muttered softly.

"What do you say?" The uncle only saw his mouth moving, and did not hear what he said.

"Oh, nothing, it's just thinking about art." Gu Lingyun said casually.

"You can go."

Gu Lingyun answered and opened the door to go out, and then as if thinking of something, he turned his head and asked, "Do you still buy paintings?" Impressionist. I'll make you cheaper, five hundred a piece. ”

The uncle was stunned, and didn't react to what Gu Lingyun meant.

"Or three hundred and one?" Gu Lingyun thought he was too expensive.

"You don't tell me you painted it yourself and plan to sell it to me, right?" Uncle asked.

"If you don't like what I paint, I can go to a friend who is studying art. Rest assured, absolutely professional. Gu Lingyun patted his chest and packed the ticket.

"I think we'd better sit down and discuss how to pay for my vase and greenery." Uncle said.

"Don't, if you don't let me compensate, how can you regret it?" Gu Lingyun was taken aback.

"The world of adults is very dark." Uncle raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want money, do you want to die······ Nor did it. Gu Lingyun put on a posture that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

"Get out of here. Don't let me see you again. The uncle waved his hand and let him go.

"A good man's life is safe." Gu Lingyun smiled and waved goodbye to him.

"Stinky boy." The uncle smiled as he looked at the closed door.

When Gu Lingyun returned to the exhibition hall again, the basket he poked out had already been cleaned up.

The floor was washed so brightly that no dirt could be seen, and it didn't look like a place where a tragedy had just happened.

Wang Yun had already arrived, and was looking carefully in front of the impressionist painting that Gu Lingyun had just seen.

Gu Lingyun's eyes rolled around, and he suddenly showed a smile, and quietly walked up to Wang Yun and asked, "Do you also like his paintings?" ”

Wang Yun didn't expect that someone would come to talk to her, and she was startled by Gu Lingyun's voice.

When he turned his head and saw that it was Gu Lingyun, he immediately laughed.

"I haven't heard of this man, and I can't talk about liking it. But it's rare to see a painting like this, and it feels quite novel. Wang Yun thought about it and replied seriously.

Gu Lingyun's heart suddenly saw thousands of grass and mud horses galloping by. Why didn't I think of this answer before? If you tell your uncle like this, wouldn't there be no troubles in the future? And maybe my uncle will be happy and return my ticket money.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yun stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Gu Lingyun's eyes.

"Nothing." Gu Lingyun scratched the back of his head.

"Do you like this painting?" Wang Yun asked.

Gu Lingyun looked into her eyes and was silent for a while before replying, "I don't know how to draw." In my eyes, this painting is drunk driving, nonsense. ”

Wang Yun burst out laughing.

"What about you? You seem to know a lot about paintings. Gu Lingyun asked.

"I've studied painting for a long time, and I've taken elective courses." Wang Yun smiled, "It's your analogy, it's really ·······."

I know it's funny, but is it necessary to laugh like this all of them? Oh, this one is pretty good. At least no one else noticed. Maybe that uncle has a lower laughing point. But how do I feel like both of you are laughing at me? Gu Lingyun thought in his heart.

Then Wang Yun carefully explained the differences between each genre to Gu Lingyun. What impressionism, fauvism, and a few famous representatives.

Gu Lingyun didn't seem to understand. After Wang Yun stopped teaching, he suddenly said, "I finally know why business is not good here." There are no famous works to come to the town building. ”

"Those are hard to come by." Wang Yun shook her head, "It's already very good here." ”

"Really?" Gu Lingyun scratched his cheek, "Ask you a question." What do you think the Russian painter's painting is trying to express? ”

"What do you think you're trying to say?" Wang Yun asked rhetorically.

"An uncle asked me the same thing. I just don't know so I want to ask you. Gu Lingyun said.

"Oh? So how did you answer him? Just say I don't know? Wang Yun suddenly became interested.

"It's not." Gu Lingyun shook his head, "It's not important. I'm asking you now. ”

"I'd like to hear from you first." Wang Yun looked at Gu Lingyun and said, "Be honest." ”

"Did I tell a lie?" Gu Lingyun couldn't help but complain.

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