In the blink of an eye, it was autumn.

It was the weekend, Lan Qingchuan was playing the piano in the piano room, and the housekeeper came over to tell her that Ling Haofeng was over.

She nodded, and flicked a lily from the vase.

Ling Haofeng brought her a ticket last week for a solo exhibition of works by the world-renowned painting master Lin Dun. When she was in France, she had seen his paintings and knew that his paintings were hard to find and hard to buy. Naturally, she agreed.

Ling Haofeng was here for the first time, and she didn't expect that she would have such a quiet and fresh cherry blossom forest here.

He didn't realize it, since he saw her when he was a child, Lan Qingchuan loved cherry blossoms very much. Originally, her blue house also had such a cherry blossom forest, but it was much larger. At that time, she often played with her mother in the woods, and he followed her mother as a guest, drinking tea and laughing in the woods. Later, Aunt Lan passed away, and Lan Qingchuan, who was taken care of by his family, was young and frightened, but only saw this cherry blossom to calm down.

When I walked out of the cherry blossom forest, I just saw the Blue Clearwater River.

She wore a white silk skirt with a woolen shoulder, simple and light. The long hair was tied and fluttered in the wind. The bare neck is tied with a rose-red square scarf, which is very chic and beautiful.

As soon as she saw him, she stopped, her eyes like the sea, calm and deep, though not as gentle and gentle as her mother, nor as indifferent and calm as when they first met.

"Brother Ling, have you waited for a long time?"

"Nope. After looking at the cherry blossom forest here, it is very well maintained. ”

She turned her eyes to look at it, and then smiled lightly, "When I first returned to China, it was blooming in this place, and it was like a red cloud covering half of the sky in the distance. Now that it's autumn, the petals have fallen a lot. "She's really the most amazing when she smiles, like the cherry blossoms in her prime.

He looked at her and smiled, his eyes were dark, and his temperament was clean and comfortable, like a cloud, which was always reassuring and pleasant.

The exhibition has not yet begun. Crowds come and go at the entrance. In addition to some fashionably dressed ladies and ladies, there are more young people who love art.

Ling Haofeng was obviously very familiar with this place, and many staff members knew him. He handed over the ticket, escorted Lan Qingchuan through the crowd, and walked quickly to the painting showroom.

The showroom was huge, there were no people in it, and the atmosphere was much quieter. The walls are covered with paintings with elaborate decorative borders. On both sides of the fence are snow-white sculptures. The red curtain with gold thread is solemn and gorgeous.

The interior is very well furnished.

Stepping on the soft carpet, Lan Qingchuan stopped from time to time to look at the paintings on the wall. The paintings are beautiful, mostly landscapes, dark green, light green, and full of life. In such a bleak autumn, it seems to be full of life. She was soon drawn to several paintings.

This is Linton's early work, rich in color, with small red-roofed buildings surrounded by vast green fields and lazy cats basking in the sun on rooftops. Along the way, the painting is very interesting.

A few more steps ahead. The style of painting is varied, and the paintings on the walls have cherry blossom grass, deciduous sycamores, lakeside mountains, and shallow sea clouds...... The seemingly ordinary things in nature are all under the brush, revealing the artist's amazing feelings. His color is not dry at all, and his brushstrokes are gentle and soft, which can be seen in the gentleness of his paintings.

Ling Haofeng came back from answering the phone from outside, and saw that she was still in place, not knowing what she was thinking.