Early the next morning, Hu Yi arrived at the gallery on time.

After working in the gallery for two days, Hu Yi found that the gallery was a little too clean.

Although there are not many customers who come to the gallery, as long as someone comes in, they will leave footprints, and the gallery is open on the street, so it is inevitable that it will not get dusty, so Hu Yi will do a cleaning every day before getting off work, but it is only a superficial effort to make the place as far as the eye can see look clean.

However, every time she opened the door the next day, she was surprised to find that the gallery was cleaner than before she left.

There wasn't even a footprint on the floor, it was as smooth as wax; The glass windows are also brighter, and there is not a trace of them on them, as if they were newly installed; Not to mention the tables and chairs, which are as clean and neat as if they were painted; Not only that, but even the corners that she didn't take into account were spotless.

"Am I dazzled? Or is there a Cinderella living here? ”

Hu Yi yawned, walked to his desk, put down his bag, took out his laptop, and began to learn about Western oil painting.

Although Qin Qi did not have such a request, Hu Yi found that he seemed to know a little bit about oil painting after admiring all the works for sale in the exhibition hall on the first floor.

The old man painted Chinese paintings, and when he was whimsical, he would take out oil painting tools and paint two strokes casually, but Hu Yi silently put away his oil painting tools after seeing the oil paintings he painted.

Now, that set of oil painting tools has been dusted in some unknown corner of the house.

Hu Yi majored in animation in college, and she also arranged oil painting classes, but she felt that the teacher who taught them oil painting was not as good as the old man.

The oil painting teacher especially likes to tell the stories of ancient Greek dog blood, and combines those dog blood stories with famous paintings, such as "The Birth of Venus" should be called "The Egg Life of Venus" - the first generation of the god Ouranos JJ was cut off by his own son, thrown into the sea, combined with the seawater, a series of chemical reactions occurred, and many bubbles were produced, from which the goddess Venus was born.

So, the goddess is born of eggs, not born, is it surprising? Not surprised?

As for the techniques of oil painting, he is basically perfunctory, so that Hu Yi's professional knowledge of oil painting is still only stuck in Greek mythology.

Perhaps, I just learned to fake oil painting.

Therefore, Hu Yi decided to pick up the knowledge of oil painting again, so as not to know if he asked three questions when a guest came.

As soon as he thought of this, Hu Yi couldn't help but cover his face.

Because on the first day of work, she disgraced the gallery.

The gallery is located next to the university, so naturally there are a lot of students who come in and visit, but they are just strolling, just as an after-dinner meal or a place for couples to go on a date.

Therefore, Hu Yi also followed them when they visited the gallery, and it was OK to show a sweet smile, and he didn't even need to explain anything to them.

Until, just as she was about to leave work, the gallery door was pushed open again, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway.

"Huan.. Welcome! ”

Hu Yi hurriedly put down the mop in his hand and greeted him.

"Are you going to leave work?"

The man looked at the half-wet ground and asked, but the accent was a little strange, flat and undistinguishable, like that of the coastal side.

"Huh? It's okay, please come in, I'll show you around. Hu Yi hurriedly said.

"Thank you then." (Please make up for the accent of Cantonese Mandarin)

The man walked in against the light, and the tall figure left a long shadow on the ground.

After entering the gallery, Hu Yi found that the other party was a young man with dark skin.

He was wearing a casual suit, black-framed glasses, a round head, a small mustache on his chin, and standing in front of Hu Yi with his hands in his pockets, smiling a little ruffian and a little shy.

I'll go! Isn't this Zhang Zhenyue after plastic surgery?

"This is a gallery, not a video store." Hu Yi blurted out.

"Huh? I know it's a gallery, hehe. The man scratched his head and smiled even more shyly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we have three exhibition halls here, oil paintings, Chinese paintings and sculptures, where do you want to go first?" Hu Yiyi was in a hurry, his cheeks flushed, and his hands were clenched tighter.

As if he saw Hu Yi's crampedness, the man smiled and said, "I'll go to the oil painting exhibition area, you're busy." ”

"No, no, I'm not busy, I'll show you the way."

Hu Yi made a "please" gesture to the man and led her into the oil painting exhibition area.

The man seems to be very fond of oil paintings, and every time he walks in front of an oil painting, he will stop for a long time, lean forward slightly, and stare at the painting for a long time.

He was quiet, he never spoke, and even his footsteps were soft.

Hu Yi stood diagonally behind him, not even daring to breathe, for fear that his breathing would be too heavy and disturb the other party.

She didn't understand why a man had to look at a painting for so long, for her, those abstract paintings were like children's graffiti, which she could draw when she was four or five years old.

"This painting Goya's "Countess of Capio" is a great imitation! By which artist? ”

Just as Hu Yi was in a fugue, the man suddenly turned his head and looked at her.

"Huh? That, sorry, I don't know. Hu Yi said.

The man smiled, turned his head and continued to stare at the painting, "Although this painting is not as good as Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, I think Goya also interprets the noble and melancholy temperament of the countess very well." ”

Hu Yi: Hehe, this countess looks quite sad.

"Especially the pink silk flower on her head, which does not match her melancholy expression, but it highlights the sad atmosphere of the whole painting, wonderful!" The man took a step back, his hands behind his back, his eyes showing admiration and adoration.

Hu Yi: Hehe, I only saw that the pink head flower was a little inconsistent with her ascetic outfit.

"You know what?" The man suddenly turned around and looked at Hu Yi.

"Huh?" What do I know? I'm not familiar with this painting!

Ignoring Hu Yi's bewilderment, the man continued: "Actually, this countess is a writer, and after learning that she was suffering from an incurable disease, she asked the painter to paint a portrait of herself and leave it for her daughter as a souvenir. ”

"Well, it's a very sad story indeed, mainly because there were no cameras at the time." Hu nodded and said.

The man smiled and said, "However, my favorite of Goya's works is the one in which Saturnalia devours his son." ”

"It's the story of the Titans." This Hu Yi knew, because her oil painting teacher had told them the most bloody passages in Greek stories.

Because it was too bloody, he couldn't even shoot a mainland drama, so Hu Yi will never forget it to this day.

"Yes." The man smiled and looked around again, "You don't seem to have a copy of that painting here, do you?" ”

"No.. Not yet, but you can make a reservation if you want. Hu Yi hurriedly said, feeling that the first business was beckoning to him.

"Hehe, no, do you have any exhibits upstairs?" The man asked.

It seems that the first business has already said goodbye to himself, and after regretting it for two seconds, Hu nodded and said: "Well, but the upstairs is the boss's private gallery, which is not open to the public, and even I dare not go up casually." ”

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just asking." The man smiled and walked out of the gallery.

Hu Yi hurriedly followed, "Don't you take a look at the Chinese painting exhibition area and the sculpture exhibition area?" ”

"Next time, don't delay you from work." The man waved his hand and looked at the monitoring head at the door, "You guys have done a good job of monitoring here!" ”

"Well, it's almost all around." In addition to the toilet, almost every corner on the first floor can be covered by surveillance.

However, she didn't know the situation on the second floor, except for the first day after following Qin Li to his office, she never went up to the second floor again.

"Then see you next time, my name is Minji." The man pushed open the door of the gallery and turned to Hu Yi.

"Chickens? Is that the chicken I was thinking? Hu Yi said curiously.

"Haha, yes, it's the chicken you think, the people's people, the chicken's chicken, the little beauty, what's your name?" Minji asked with a smile.

"Hu Yi, Hu Yi of Hu Yi." Hu Yi quipped.

"Hahaha, Hu Yi, see you next time, be careful on the way home." After speaking, Minji glanced in the direction of the second floor again, and then turned to leave.

"People's chicken, people's chicken, hahaha, this name is so funny!" Hu Yi smiled and closed the door.

"Hahaha, Hu Yi, why Hu Yiyi? It should be a few handfuls, isn't it true that Shudu people are very good at playing mahjong! Minji recalled Hu Yi's name on the road and also felt funny.

Back in the gallery, Hu Yi continued to mop the floor with a mop, and when she dragged it in front of the "Countess of Capioo", she stopped curiously, and leaned over to it, searching for the artist's signature in the lower right corner.

She looked at it with open eyes for a while, and then found a dark brown signature, P, on a tawny background.

“P？”

This "P" is scribbled and so small that if you don't look closely, you won't notice its presence at all.

"Are domestic painters or foreign painters?" Hu Yi tilted his head and wondered.

Since the awkward chat with Minji the day before, Hu Yi decided to study all the oil paintings in the gallery, although most of those oil paintings are just imitations, but she still wants to understand the story behind the original work, as well as the author's situation, so as not to meet more professional guests next time, she can only have an awkward chat with others.

Just as Hu Yi was studying Goya's painting style, he suddenly heard a noise, as if someone had come down from the second floor.

"Who?"

Hu Yi hurriedly got up and ran in the direction of the stairs.

"Boss Qin, are you back?"

When he saw Qin Yi walking downstairs in only his nightgown, and his eyes were still hazy, Hu Yi was stunned.

What's the situation? Isn't he out on an errand?

"You are?"

Qin Yi tilted his head and looked at Hu Yi, a little dazed.

"I'm Hu Yi!"

Hu Yi felt that Qin Li looked more confused than himself, this thing wouldn't not remember himself, right? It's only been less than three days!

"Old Qin, is it a thief?"

Corot yawned and walked down, wearing a set of nightgowns that he had rubbed from Qin Li, his hair was messy, and there was eye feces hanging from the corners of his eyes.

When looking at the two handsome men in the couple's nightgown standing in front of him, many wild grass and mud horses suddenly appeared in Hu Yi's heart, and they happily stepped through Hu Yi's heart while singing: "Do you want to work with me...".

Did I stumble into a beautiful novel?