Of course he didn't do that, not because he didn't want to, and it wouldn't be good to scare her. He doesn't think he's a hungry ghost.

After controlling his emotions for a while, Wen Hao tried to change his serious tone: "Actually, if you want to say why I want to open a gallery, there may really be a little story, I wonder if you are interested in listening to it?" It just so happens that I have a good rose tea here, a beautiful woman has a cup of tea, and listen to the story of my opening a gallery, how about it? ”

With a charming smile, Wen Hao turned around and walked towards the counter, looking around, he found that there was no flower tea, only coffee.

Embarrassing, right?

Have these two Madeira and Mary also liked to drink tea lately? Otherwise, why is this flower tea gone so soon? It's really not a face, this beauty is right in front of me, how can I be?

"Actually, do you prefer coffee?" Wen Hao turned around and asked with an embarrassed smile.

"I can't drink coffee after the afternoon, or I won't want to sleep at night." Knowing that he didn't find the flower tea, Zhiyao just laughed.

It's good not to sleep, if you don't sleep, I'll accompany you to enjoy the moonlight on the roof.

Wen Hao just thought so in his heart, and what he said was very polite: "Then I invited you to a glass of wine bar, I didn't introduce you to it, I was bored a few years ago and bought a winery on it, and I happened to have a few bottles in this gallery." ”

"Are you in the business of selling paintings or selling alcohol?" Zhi Yao pursed her lips and smiled.

"Actually, I sell whatever I make money. Hehe. ”

"You're very frank."

"That's nature, I never lie in front of beautiful women."

"Heh......"

Jiang Wenhao said that, he walked over and poured a glass of wine, and then continued: "How is it? Would you like to try it? ”

Zhi Yao actually wanted to say no, but the strange thing was that her arm took the wine glass he handed over like a disobedient person, and the red wine was shiny and gorgeous peach, and the color was very attractive.

In the haze, there seemed to be a girl's voice: "Sister, don't you think he is your real name Son of Heaven?" ”

Zhi Yao was stunned.

After all, when they first met, she thought it was better to be quite reserved, so let's drink a little symbolically, she thought.

"What kind of red wine is this, it has a strong strawberry aroma, it's very special." She said with a sip.

Seeing Zhiyao's reserve, Wen Hao pretended not to understand, and just made a gesture to ask her to sit down.

So the two of them sat diagonally opposite each other on the couch by the window. Outside the window, in winter, pedestrians are in a hurry, and the twilight is slightly cold through thin clothes, but inside this gallery, there is a pair of dyed spring colors, which makes people think infinitely.

"I didn't expect Weiwei to have such a good sense of taste," Jiang Wenhao said with a smile: "This Zinfandel white wine really has a strong strawberry aroma, and the alcohol content is not high, so it is suitable for girls to drink."

"I put the sample sent by the winery two days ago, and I put it here, in fact, I don't usually drink this kind of wine, I prefer dry red." Wen Hao pointed to the other bottle of red wine on the table and said, "But in a sense, they may be the same wine." ”

"The same kind of wine? It's a completely different color. ”

I've only drunk a few sips of red wine, isn't it possible to get drunk? Seeing that there was an innocent expression on Zhi Yao's red face, like a cute little girl for a moment, Wen Hao smiled and said nothing.

"Actually, although I am Californian-raised, I really haven't studied Zinfandel white wine, which is a specialty of California." Zhiyao said: "I have always wondered why the Zinfandel white wine is pink. ”

Jiang Wenhao looked at Zhi Yao and thought, she wouldn't be asking knowingly, right? But the beauty asked, so she must answer.

So let's talk about it in detail.

"Usually white wines are made from high-quality green grapes, such as Chardonnay or Sauvignon Blanc, so of course the color is bluish-white. Of course, red wines are usually made from red grapes, such as Cabernet Sauvignon, so the color is naturally deep red. ”

"Hmm...... Uh-huh. ”

Jiang Wenhao continued to say seriously: "You know our well-known Zinfandel in California, she is very special, she is a red grape with white flesh. White wines made from her white flesh, no matter how controlled, will always have a hint of pink color because of the red skin. Because white wine was more valuable in history, in order to sell it at a good price, this originally pink wine was named white wine. ”

"Haha," Zhi Yao suddenly smiled: "Actually, it should be very appropriate for you to give a lecture." ”

Jiang Wenhao had no choice but to say: "Okay, I know, how can a beautiful woman born and raised in San Francisco not know these common sense, you just deliberately let me say it." ”

"yes, I know, but I'd like to hear you say more." Zhi Yao blinked her eyes, and Wen Hao was excited again.

This heart is like a small sapling planted by magic, it takes root and sprouts in its hula, sprouts a budding heart, and opens up one bone and one bone.

I can't stand the itching of my little heart.

"Ahem, you're really weird." Jiang Wenhao calmed down, looked at the wine glass in his hand, and then said: "It is said that in the 70s, the Schutte family's winery had an accident when making wine, and only then did the first batch of Zinfandel white wine. ”

He gave her a meaningful look instead, and then said, "Or like you and I know today, it's also a beautiful unexpected encounter." ”

Beautiful unexpected encounters, you can really talk about it, Zhiyao thought to herself.

But maybe it was really because she drank a few sips of wine, she responded to him quite generously: "The word encounter sounds beautiful." Well, it seems like we've been talking for a long time, and you didn't tell you why you bought this gallery. ”

The hazy feeling is the most intriguing, do you want to change the subject? It's okay, I'll play ambiguous with you.

"Oh, the reason is very simple," Jiang Wenhao immediately replied, "It's because I like a painting in the store." ”

"A painting?" Zhi Yao was puzzled.

"Well, a painting, the woodblock painting "Woman in a Cheongsam" from the late Qing Dynasty, is the work of the British female painter Elizabeth. At that time, this painting was very attractive to me. I'm curious about the old China that a British female painter paints, not to mention the fact that she still uses Chinese painting techniques and woodblock painting. You see, that painting is still there. ”

Maybe Jiang Wenhao has another reason that he didn't say, that is, the picture is a beautiful woman, and he likes to spend money for women, doesn't he? Even if the woman was just a woodblock painting on the wall.

Following Jiang Wenhao's gesture, Zhi Yao saw a woodblock print hanging on the wall that meandered along the stairs. I have been here a few times, and I have been attracted by the oriental woman wearing a light blue cheongsam on the screen, but today, the smile of that woman is always a little different from the past.

"The painting was in the possession of the British boss at the time, and he refused to sell it to me no matter how much I paid. Luckily, he said he was going to retire to England and wanted to sell the shop, so I decided to buy the gallery at a high price, but one of the conditions was that he would keep the woodprints to me. ”

Wen Hao's relaxed tone was like a girl buying a dress she liked, and that's it.

"Oh, is it really for a painting? Buy the entire gallery. Zhi Yao was thinking, is this guy joking with herself?

"yes, that's it." Jiang Wenhao was a little disappreciative and said: "What you like, you should work hard to get it." ”

"Then you can't buy an entire gallery for a painting, right?"

"Why not?" Wen Hao smiled faintly.

"Oh, okay. Can I go over and see that painting?" Zhi Yao said.

"Of course." Jiang Wenhao replied without thinking.

The two of them got up and walked towards "Woman in Cheongsam", and as they climbed the stairs, the woodblock print hung on the wall near the corner entrance.

The picture that is faintly yellowed because of the age shows a woman wearing a cheongsam sitting sideways, her posture is soft, her eyebrows are affectionate, and she looks at you with affection.

Below is Elizabeth Keith's precious autograph.

How many causes and how unpredictable are the things in the world?

Who will you be this beautiful model? You probably didn't expect that your beauty would be fixed on the wall of a shop in San Francisco, USA, a hundred years later, right? Zhiyao thought as she went upstairs while looking at the painting.

In a trance, the female model in the painting actually pulled the corner of her cheongsam, revealing her white legs, and then tiptoed sideways, she looked at her fashionable white high heels with a natural expression.

Then he looked up and said, "How can I help you?" ”

"Help me?" Zhi Yao stopped in surprise.

"Well, help you," the woman said, and with a flash of inspiration, she stepped down from the screen, and only gave her a push.

Zhi Yao snorted.

Jiang Wenhao looked at Zhi Yao staring at the picture in a daze, and thought, she is really an amorous woman, and she was joking with him lively, which will touch the scene and be sentimental.

She was so caught off guard that he hurriedly stopped her and hugged her.

She, is she deliberately giving me a chance? Wen Hao felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

Nephrite's warm body temperature, the faint aroma of wine, and a burst of confusion, Wen Hao ghostly kissed her on the forehead.

(The author has something to say: I was sick by the wind of the air conditioner, and I just dreamed of you again in the nightmare, brother.)

I remember the poem I wrote to you many years ago when I was a little fool:

"The pear vortex of beauty is as beautiful as a flower

Dream back to the cardamom years

Crystal lamp under me

The words are drawn into the buckle and the slender drawing

The white silk paper fan is all over it

Secretly crush on your peach blossoms"

I suddenly counted, suddenly snapped my fingers, you've been gone for years, haven't you? I've always regretted not going to see you that last time. No, not again. Are you okay in heaven? ）