Chapter 122: It Takes a Moment

Date: February 14, 2010.

Venue: The Pavilion Gallery.

Han Qingxue stood in the gallery carrying a pink 'colored' LV bag and wearing a camel-colored Burberry windbreaker. She was looking at the value of the paintings in the gallery.

This job is only one of the reasons for her accounting, but she feels very comfortable with this kind of work.

Because her other work is much more 'prodigal' than this.

After all, it is a type related to literature and art, although she is just making appropriate art investments, but for her, it is also a very good pastime, after all, her usual business is more complicated and trivial, and there is no fun at all.

If you want to live a decent life in this world, you have to work harder than anyone else, so that you can gain more than others have, for example, you can judge the possible value of a painting at a glance, or you can be comfortable in the business field without being taken advantage of by anyone.

This gallery is located in the heart of the city. It only opened last year, but it already has a very impressive success.

The painters here are not already famous, but some unknown painters.

Some painters even have to imitate famous paintings such as Monet or Van Gogh to earn a living, and most of them have not even participated in collective art exhibitions, nor have they even won any awards......

However, once these people have been excavated by the pavilion, at most only half a year, or even only two months, they will be able to get the attention of the art market, and the price of the paintings will rise as if they were on a plane, but because the price given by the pavilion at the beginning is not low, many investors still will not choose to buy the paintings of more expensive non-famous painters immediately.

But Han Qingxue is very optimistic......

Although she feels that the investment at the beginning is not low, if she can make money, then the investment is worth it.

There are not many galleries that can see art so accurately...... At least some of the risks can be reduced.

She slowly walked down a alleyway into the core of the Fleeting Pavilion.

Speaking of which, this is a gallery owner, and he is a rather mysterious person.

Aside from hearing that it was a man, there seemed to be no news about him. Although he usually attends some gatherings and meetings in the art world, the participants of the pavilion are all managers hired by the boss, and as for the gallery owner, he is like a legend.

There are quite a few people who believe that this person's identity is not from the mainland, and maybe even some celebrities from foreign countries who refuse to show up for various reasons.

However, it is precisely because of this that the identity price of the pavilion has risen again, and it has begun to become a legend in the literary circle.

In fact, galleries generally do not choose to open in the downtown area, but this gallery is very strange, even in the downtown area, there is a different kind of tranquility. All of them are made of green bricks, and they are larger than the general brick size, close to the size of the "gold bricks" of the ancient palace, and some "shade-loving" plants are placed at random, but the windows are designed without window frames, and the glass can be automatically raised by the button, and with different times, adjust the color 'color' to cope with the clear sky or dark clouds outside.

There are no lights even on the ceiling panels, which greatly saves space and uses world-leading lighting technology......

She was a little convinced that the boss might be a foreigner...... However, it is very strange that the simple installation has always given her a trance-like, very traditional classical beauty.

This kind of beauty is very strange, so that when people are in it, their hearts are very peaceful, as if they are stopping water, and appreciating the paintings in such a state of mind can better perceive the artist's state of mind and soul when he is really painting.

As Han Qingxue slowly walked down the alleyway to an empty space, her eyes were drawn to a painting on the opposite wall.

No, it's not so much a painting as a whole bunch of paintings......

Many, many monitor-sized paintings are combined to form a very large painting.

Each one is an individual piece, but when fused together, it becomes a huge overall drawing.

…… It was a man.

A beautiful, quiet man dressed in black.

But his gaze was not quiet.

There was a strange 'wave' in his gaze, as if a piece of history was ...... No, all the history is the same in it, and that gaze is too complex and deep...... She can't describe it in words, but she gets caught up in it.

…… Who is this model?

What artist would use so many fragmented pictures to piece together his scenes?

She walked into some and was surprised to find that on these small pieces of pictures, he was also drawn on each of them.

Man in black sitting or lying, standing or walking...... He sometimes wears a horse coat from the Qing Dynasty, sometimes he wears the deep coat of the Han Dynasty, sometimes he wears the Hu costume of the Tang Dynasty, and sometimes he wears a fashionable trench coat, appearing in different era backgrounds.

She has never seen a more strange painting, not to mention the foundation, just this inspiration, it is very amazing - Han Qingxue carefully looked for the traces of the price, but did not find it, she only found the name of this large number of paintings - "Whisker"

What a coincidence feeling

Fleeting ...... Isn't it the same as the name of this gallery?

"Miss...... Miss......? ”

A gallery staff member called her from the hallway.

"Huh? I'm sorry I want to ask, this ...... Is there a price tag for this large painting? It didn't matter who the author was, but she was desperate to know the price...... For the first time, she didn't think about its possible value first, but thought about the man's eyes.

No matter which painting he is in, his eyes are the same—they are eyes with the power of 'piercing' souls, and his eyes seem to be looking at the past, and they seem to be looking at the future......

To be able to draw such a character, such an aura, the value of this painting, there is no need to calculate it with numbers.

However, she was a little skeptical that she would be willing to sell the paintings once she owned them.

The staff's answer solved the problem for her.

"I'm sorry, Miss, this painting is the treasure of our gallery, if you want to buy some paintings if you don't sell them, please come with me, I will introduce some suitable for collection and value-added to your ......"

"Ah...... In this way...... "Although the problem was solved, Han Qingxue didn't feel that she was a little lucky or happy. In fact, she was so depressed that there was nothing more unpleasant than the painting she wanted to get her hands on but couldn't get it, and when you really wanted something, it couldn't be yours.

"Forget it, I'd better take a walk and see by myself"

"Okay, I hope we have a painting that will be able to be seen by you." The staff left politely, and Han Qingxue looked at the painting with some residual thoughts.

…… It's a pity that it can't be my thing...... But...... It's really beautiful......

It's a painting, but it can have a sense of transparency......

It's as if the man inside really exists...... No, how is that possible? There is no such thing as a man with such eyes, and at his age in this picture, he is only in his early twenties at best. Young people in their early twenties should have a vigorous texture...... There was more enthusiasm in the gaze, not so exquisite, even to the point of chilling.

And that's just the painting.

What if it's a photo?

Thinking like this, Han Qingxue felt that she was a little funny, what was she doing, she was obviously here to do art investment, buy and sell business, how could she put so much emotion into it? No, she's still like that staff member, just go and pick a few paintings that will appreciate in value

Han Qingxue turned around and smiled slightly, surprised that her mind was out of control this afternoon, but it was also a beautiful accident The man in the painting, although he does not exist in this world, is also a very attractive image

However, at the moment when she turned around, she saw him.

Yes, it's the man in black in the painting.

Moreover, it's not a painting, it's a person who really exists......

He stood at the mouth of an alleyway next to the painting, his long black hair falling down to the 'chest', and he was wearing a modified Tang costume, which was buttoned from the front of the 'chest' all the way to the end.

The clothes are deep black 'color', but in the sunlight of tea time, they strangely 'shoot' colorful 'color'.

She froze, opening her lips, but unable to utter a word.

He, actually, is a living man.

"Cold Snow"

He called her name in a joking tone, then turned and slowly approached the alleyway.

"Wait...... Wait......"

She chased after her......

"Hah......" he laughed, and gently led her through the alleyway where light and shadow intertwined.

Strangely, she felt that she was already running fast, but it still didn't seem to be able to catch up with him, and she was always a few meters away - was the Fleeting Pavilion so big? It doesn't look like it from the outside......

Suddenly, he stopped, and in front of a window, he turned to face her, tilting his head like a somewhat mischievous child.

"How do you know what my name is?" She walked over slowly, his eyes like those in a painting...... No, it's even more terrifying than the inside of the painting, as if it will suck people in.

"Because you've always called this name......" He smiled slightly, his smile was beautiful, and it had a texture that exceeded the 'sex' category, "Han Qingxue, I've been looking for you for a long time, and I've traveled all over the era of your space." ”

“…… What the? I don't understand...... Why are you looking for me? Han Qingxue asked in surprise, before today, she swore that she had never seen this man.

"Because you don't belong here at all, I'm going to take you where you're supposed to be...... Then, correct the trajectory of the derailment......"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" She walked up to a distance of only an arm's length in front of him, and she subconsciously felt that she couldn't get any closer to him, as if he was going to sweep her away......

"My name is Han Qingxue, I'm in my twenties, if this is not where I should be, then where should I be?" If he had said something else, she would have thought it was a madman.

But if it was him, she felt strangely that what he said seemed to be true, and yet she knew clearly that it was not true.

"You're going to die." He laughed, stretched out his long, white fingers, and picked up a strand of her hair, watching playfully as the smooth hair fell to his fingertips.

"What?" For people who meet for the first time, it is too much to curse others to die

"You're going to die...... Because you're not from here, you're going where you need to go......" He lowered a little and stared at her with dark eyes, and then suddenly, she noticed that those eyes had turned an icy blue color.

"Ah......h

She tried to back off, but her body didn't respond, and she stood dumbfounded, watching the man walk in, fingers running over her face.

The bewitching, black-haired man with ice eyes said, "Moon Demon Snow...... The time is almost up...... A fate that has been tragic for thousands of years should have changed ......"