Looking at Xie Anze, who was staring with disdain, Ye Qinyu's eyes twitched, and she decisively turned her face in the direction of the window.

The moment she closed her eyes again, she seemed to hear a low roar from Xie Anze's position.

Shaking her head slightly, she reached out and touched the headphones, put them on, and a melodious piano sound brought her thoughts to a dreamlike situation.

……

After a slight jolt, a soft announcement sounded:

"Welcome to City B, known as the Capital of Oriental Art......"

When she opened her light brown eyes, she looked out the window, and instead of the clouds, there was an airport building and a row of stationary planes.

"Hey, when are you going to sleep, hurry down, do you want people to wait for you?"

Just as she was looking out the window, the voice with arrogance in the magnetism sounded in her ears.

She was stunned for a moment, and when she turned her eyes, she saw Xie Anze holding his arms with both hands, squinting at her.

Looking at the condescending Xie Anze, the corners of her lips hooked slightly:

"Yes, thanks for the reminder, Andrew Xie."

Staring at the corners of her slightly curved lips, Xie Anze jumped like a fried cat, and his eyes widened:

"Who reminded you, get up quickly!"

With a cold snort, he reached out and grabbed the suitcase, turned around and strode out.

Looking at Xie Anze's back, she shook her head helplessly, then got up unhurriedly and slowly walked towards the hatch.

Together with Keisha, Andrew Hsieh and other designers, we walked out along the spacious VIP passage.

As she was walking unhurriedly, a designer with glasses in front of her turned around, looked at her with a smile, and asked:

"Designer Ye, have you ever been to City B before?"

Hearing someone ask, she raised her eyes, and shook her head with a smile:

"No, just heard of it."

Hearing her say this, the designer with glasses suddenly smiled and said:

"Designer Naye must go to the art street in City B, there are many galleries and art shops, and there are a lot of good works."

"Oh, really?" Listening to this introduction, Ye Qinyu's eyes couldn't help but light up, "I'm very interested in this, it just so happens that the semi-finals need new designs and new inspiration, maybe there will be something to gain in a place like Art Street." ”

As soon as she finished saying this, a loud "cut" sounded next to her, and when she looked around, she saw Xie Anze facing her with his chin, and said in a strange voice:

"Design works, even go to Art Street?"

Listening to Xie Anze's provocative words, she rolled her eyes slightly, glanced at him, and smiled:

"As an art director, I always have to prepare for the rematch."

As soon as she said this, she looked at Xie Anze's face, turned black in an instant, quickened her pace, and walked forward quickly.

Looking at Xie Anze's back, she hooked the corners of her lips slightly, and walked forward along the passage more leisurely.

The group came to the door, got on the bus sent by the hotel to pick them up, and went straight to the hotel.

……

Arriving at the door of the gorgeous hotel, she looked at the time and turned to Keisha and said:

"Kaisha, I'm not going up, I want to go to Art Street."

Seeing Kaisha nodding, she was in Xie Anze's pin-pricked gaze, carrying her material book, turned around and came to the side of the road, stopped a car and went straight to Art Street.

Sitting in the car, she took out her mobile phone by the way, checked the information on Art Street, and heard the hearty voice of the driver:

"Art Street? I know that there are a few famous shops, the most famous of which is Braun Gallery, and I heard that there are excellent works from several art schools in the vicinity......"

In the midst of the gushing voice of the driver, the taxi slowly stopped.

When I got out of the taxi, I looked up and saw a road of various shapes and stones stretching out from under my feet.

Looking at the shops of different styles on both sides of the street, she walked slowly forward, and soon met a brass sculpture with an exaggerated smiling face waving at her.

Looking at the sculpture standing in the middle of the street, occupying almost half of the road, she smiled slightly, turned her heel, and went straight around the narrator of the sculpture next to her.

Among them is a small square frame hanging on a wooden door, in warm tones, showing a woman in a beige dress, with a sweet smile on her lips, stretching out the rose in her hand, as if to poke her hand out of the frame.

Looking at this painting, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't take her eyes off the red rose in the woman's hand, she couldn't help but take a step forward, came to the painting, reached out and took off the small painting, and then turned around and walked towards the store.

When you enter this shop, you will be greeted by all kinds of paintings, which are colorful and dazzling.

She looked around, and only then did she see the presence of the store manager sitting behind a mahogany table in the corner, with silver frost on his head, wearing a pair of glasses, and looking like the store manager.

Looking at the store manager who was leaning on the back of the chair and reading the newspaper, she smiled slightly, held the painting in her hand, walked over slowly, and came to the mahogany table, she asked softly:

"Excuse me, how much does this painting cost?"

While asking, her eyes turned to the store manager.

Behind the mahogany table, the white-haired old man, who was holding the newspaper in both hands, looked closer, heard the voice, he slowly raised his eyes from the newspaper room, and looked at a pair of eyes that were full of wrinkles but still clear as stars.

He smiled slightly as his gaze swept over the frame in her hand, and then a sharp light flashed in his eyes:

"Do you like this? Why? ”

Listening to the white-haired old man's words, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, what else is there to test when buying a painting?

However, leisurely meeting the old man's gaze, she smiled slightly, raised her hand, raised the painting slightly, and looked at the center of the painting, the delicate red rose:

"The structure of this painting is very clever, all the use of tones draws people's attention to this rose, the color matching is also very good, it has its own style, I like it very much, and ...... again"

She rolled her eyes slightly, looked at the white-haired old man, and smiled slightly:

"Give people roses, there is a lingering fragrance in your hands, and the old people will not be reluctant to cut their love, right?"

As she spoke, she grabbed the frame's hand, but she couldn't help but tighten it, she really liked the painting.

Hearing her words, the white-haired old man raised his eyebrows, put down the newspaper, looked at it, stared at her for a long time, and suddenly laughed:

"This painting is good, you're an art student?"

Looking at the smile on the old man's face, she breathed a sigh of relief, shook her head and said:

"No, I'm a designer."

Hearing her words, the old man smiled slightly:

"It's a coincidence, this painting is also a designer's ......"

Just as she was listening to the old man tell her about the origin of this painting, a sweet and greasy fragrant wind suddenly blew from behind, blowing her hair forward, fluttering in mid-air.

Then, a somewhat shrill voice sounded in my ears:

"I said, this is not a foreign country, is there really a famous painting in this kind of store? Just buy it and see it. ”

Hearing this, she saw the old man sitting behind the mahogany table, glanced behind her, pursed her lips, pulled her face down, and while looking at the place of the storefront, she spoke:

"Little girl, nine hundred, take it if you like."

Of course, she said this to Ye Qinyu, she listened, reached out and put the painting on the mahogany table in front of her, and then went back to her bag to find her wallet.

Just as she was pulling out the cash, the sound of da-da-da stopped next to her, and a rich sweet aroma also went straight to her nose, and then a sharp voice sounded:

"This painting is good, I want this painting."

Then, a hand with a large diamond ring reached straight for the picture frame resting on the mahogany table.

Ye Qinyu's eyes flashed, her hand stretched forward like lightning, and the moment that hand stretched out to the painting, she took the frame in her hand, then raised her eyes and smiled slightly at the side:

"I'm sorry, I've already bought this painting."

Looking up, I saw a woman standing next to her with a big waist and a round waist, the sharp pink heels under her feet, poking deep into the cracks in the floor, a pink short skirt, which wrapped the cylindrical body, almost bursting, a pair of pink sunglasses floating in the air The lenses went down slightly, revealing a pair of triangular eyes, slightly narrowed into a slit, shining with sharp light, projecting straight towards her.

This gaze quickly swept over her delicate face, the bright red fat lips under the pink sunglasses, skimmed down disdainfully, and then quickly swept from bottom to top, especially on the small light brown leather bag she was carrying in her hand without any brand, and the corners of her mouth were about to fall to her chin.

After looking at it so closely, the pink glasses were retracted and began to be lifted upward, with large nostrils and two layers of chin, high up at her.

Then, the bright red lips hooked up a smile and looked at Ye Qinyu:

"After a discussion, I took a fancy to this one, how much money you bought, let me give it to me, and I won't let you suffer."