This gallery is really special, and the store also has oriental paintings, which are very atmospheric, and it is like a small museum of contemporary Eastern and Western painters.

Quite famous in the San Francisco gallery scene, right? The store sells not only ordinary paintings that cost a few hundred dollars, but also works that cost a staggering millions of dollars. Naturally, many celebrities come here to buy paintings to decorate their homes. The gallery didn't have a bad business because the clerks didn't work hard to sell it.

On the contrary, one is good.

Zhi Yao said hello to the clerk with a smile, and went straight to find the "Charlotte and Lancelot" she liked.

Finally, I saw the picture in her memory again in the corner of the wall, the ancient town of the slanting sun, the breeze on the lake, which made people feel inexplicably moved.

Charlotte's golden hair was pinned with two pink roses, and she had stopped breathing as she lay on the boat covered with the carpet she had woven with her own hands, but there was a sweet smile on her pale face.

The wind blew her white skirt and ruffled her long blond hair. The lake knight Lancelot-Garon stood beside her in a steel armor uniform, armed with a long sword, Lancelot-Garon knight, the gentle afterglow of the corner of his eyes seemed to fall on Charlotte's body, and the sweet smile on her face made Zhi Yao fascinated.

In the background, the crowd of onlookers and Lancelot's black war horse are on the town road.

Suddenly, the horse looked up to the sky and neighed, Zhi Yao's heart trembled, she seemed to be pulled into the picture, and became a witness on the road of the ancient town, a simple girl in the Middle Ages, who was watching closely, surprised by Charlotte's beauty, moved by Lance's gentleness.

Lance bent down slightly, holding the helmet in his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand ran the hair on Charlotte's face, it was a look of pity, and he muttered to himself, "You are really beautiful." ”

More than 100 years ago, John William's oil painting "Charlotte Girl".

Alfred's poem "The lady of Shallot."

It's all tragic romance.

But Sammie's work is ingenious, warm and sweet. Is it this sweet treatment that makes her, who likes Charlotte's tragic stories, feel an irrepressible impact on her heart?

Half a sound came out of the mind of the too virtual painting. When I raised my hand and looked at my watch, I realized that I had been looking at the painting for 10 minutes unconsciously. The clerk here was so calm that she didn't even bother at all, she thought.

Suddenly looking back, the lights were dim.

On the sofa in the corner sat a young man with a crown of jade.

Dark shirt, tonal leggings, shiny buckles, shirt collar Versace dark flowers looming. He was holding the sofa casually with one hand, and half a glass of red wine with the other, just like that, he crossed Erlang's legs, staring at himself with starry eyes.

Seeing that he looked back, that gaze had no intention of retracting.

A little smiling eyes, a tender face, is he?! In Zhi Yao's heart, there was suddenly a rabbit chasing the butterfly. Why, it's obvious that he is staring at me for no reason, why am I embarrassed in the first place?

Xi Shi went to the yarn, and Yu Ji came to sing.

Miss, dare to ask Fang's name?

Only at this moment, I would like to be the king of Chuxiang, Tiantai to meet the goddess for a while, I want to be Emperor Tang Ming, and you, Jiao'e in the Moon Palace, compose a song of neon clothes and feathers.

Jiang Wenhao's heart was spinning, but his face was pretending to be relaxed and chic, he got up and put down the red wine and walked over.

"Hi, hello. How can I help you? He greeted with a salivating smile.

Before Zhi Yao could answer, he said again: "Well, let me guess, well, if I didn't guess wrong, this beauty, you are Chinese, right?" ”

Seeing an Asian face, except for Japan and South Korea, eight or nine out of ten are Chinese, what is there to guess? This person is really, saying that he is a clerk, not quite like it, saying that he is a customer, then it is even more unlike, what kind of person is it?

"Yes." Zhi Yao was puzzled, but she still tried to be polite.

"Let me guess right, then you speak Chinese, right?" He asked with a smile again.

"Yes, I speak Chinese." Zhi Yao thought to herself, this person has a hippie smile, and it is clear that he wants to be close.

Well, you can be regarded as a man, I am in a bad mood today, and it is good to have someone to talk to me.

"I'm from Hong Kong, but fortunately, Chinese is not bad, and it's an honor to be able to communicate with you in Chinese."

Did he use the word "honored"? Zhi Yao couldn't help but laugh in her heart, this one is too exaggerated, just say two words.

But of course, it is useful to be called a beauty.

It seems inevitable to be cool and handsome, Jiang Wenhaoran deliberately stared at Zhi Yao's eyes ambiguously and said, "Do you know? I have a special ability, that is, the sixth sense of beauty is very accurate. I think where have we met before, you say? ”

Could there be a better excuse?

The special functions have all been moved out, and Zhiyao can't help but wonder.

"Do you want to talk about past lives? Heh......"

"Well, it's a past life. So let me meet you again in this life. Wen Hao really looked ashamed.

Zhi Yao smiled again, and her mood was really much better.

"Then how do you judge that I speak Chinese?" She said.

"It's not difficult to estimate, there are so many Chinese," Wen Hao's tone was a little beaming, "If I see Asians guessing that she speaks Chinese, at least half the chance that I am correct." ”

Suddenly remembering the bet he bought for Lucas, Wen Hao said on a whim: "My luck is better than that of ordinary people, and the next bet or something, it is always nine times out of ten to win." ”

"Oh, I can't see it, so you still like to gamble." Zhi Yao deliberately found fault with his words.

"There is no such thing, how can you let the beauty misunderstand that I am a gambler," Wen Hao pretended to be serious and said, "I think I should introduce it from me." Vincent Jiang Wenhao, a native of Hong Kong, is the owner of this gallery. Beauty, what do you call it? ”

He smiled and held out his hand.

Cut, just said that his sixth sense is very accurate, it turned out to be blind, but when I heard Jiang Wenhao introduce himself as the owner of this gallery, I was relieved.

This young boss is also quite fun.

Zhi Yao shook hands with him and said, "I'm Vivian, Han Zhiyao, you can call me Vivi, I've been here so many times, I don't know that the boss here is actually a Chinese." ”

"Hehe, it's not too late to know. Vivi, such a beautiful name. Why do you start with a V like me, it seems that we are really fated. ”

The name can also be said by you to be fate, okay.

"Well, Weiwei," Jiang Wenhao deliberately teased, "You can't play the violin, right?" ”

"Where did you tell I was playing the violin?"

"Aren't you called Vivi, Violin, Violin, it's very harmonious together."

"Not playing the violin, it seems that your sixth sense is just that." Zhi Yao knew that he was joking, and in turn smiled at him.

Instantly, a pair of small dimple-shaped cheeks were pretty and moving, Jiang Wenhao only felt that this smile was really intoxicating.

"It's rare for a beautiful woman to smile, let me go to the beacon tower and be willing, what does it matter if I don't have the sixth sense." He laughs.

Is this to compare himself to the monarch who has destroyed the kingdom? I just want to know my profession, and I ask in a different way.

"I'm the editor of MONA magazine, and my only specialty is drawing." Zhi Yao.

"Oh, no wonder you were fascinated by the paintings just now, it turns out that you like to draw."

"Well, that's why I like this gallery very much, and I used to come here when I was a student at the University of the Arts." Zhi Yao said.

"Have you been frequent lately?"

"Well, I've been here recently, because I like your collection of Charlotte and Lancelot. I just don't know when the owner behind this gallery became a Hong Konger. Oh, how can you think of buying a gallery to do it, I have the impression that most of us Chinese like more pragmatic business. ”

"Pragmatic?" Jiang Wenhao couldn't help laughing: "Do you mean to open a restaurant?" Am I going to put a sign here that says "CASH ONLY" (cash only, a common sign in overseas Chinese restaurants) and then take a lot of cash to buy a property? ”

Listening to Jiang Wenhao's words, Han Zhiyao couldn't help laughing, this smile was a temporary pear blossom on the edge of her face.

"It's beautiful." Wen Hao's eyes flashed with a hint of light, and he stared at the two small dimples that Han Zhiyao laughed with a smile and said, Zhiyao was a little embarrassed to be stared at by him.

A little embarrassed, he turned his face away and said, "It's so beautiful to say." ”

"You're smiling so beautifully."

Jiang Wenhao saw that the roots of Zhi Yao's ears were a little red, and the beautiful neck line and a few strands of green silk lingered......... He suddenly felt an urge to step forward and touch her pink jade neck.

(The author has something to say: there is probably a natural difference between being a female writer and a male writer, for example, in terms of inspiration, there are always such special days every month,

I would be stupid, sitting in front of the window, looking at the moonlight, and I couldn't write a few words....... Especially the plot of male and female love, if there is no heartbeat feeling,

How do you depict the most beautiful feeling? So in order to write a good novel, I developed a superpower, imagining that I was in love.......

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