Liang Yu glanced back at the girl who was still squatting alone in the corner and drawing, and then followed Liu Jia's footsteps.

The exhibition hall of this exhibition is reasonably separated by multiple walls, with lighting, giving people a sense of being in a dream, but as a gallery operator, it is naturally impossible to place the artworks randomly, they usually have a simple theme, such as the same era, the same author's paintings will be placed together, however, there are some exceptions.

When particularly famous authors or particularly precious paintings appear, the gallery staff will set aside a wall to display these famous paintings alone, just like the Loraine I saw at the beginning, the painting of Cézanne that Senhui sensa liked, and the "Lake" in front of me.

Everyone stopped in front of this work, and without words, Liang Yu could understand that this was the work of the silver goblin.

In terms of the classification of oil paintings, this is a realistic landscape oil painting, but if you look closely, you will find that the scenery on this painting is animals and plants that will never appear in reality, but they are lifelike, Liang Yu stared at the creature that looked like a deer but was not a deer on the painting, raised his head from the lake where he was drinking, and looked at himself vigilantly, and his reflection seemed to be reflected in his dark eyes......

"Light rain, light rain!" Liu Jia shook Liang Yu's arm vigorously before waking her up.

"Huh?"

"You've been staring at this painting for almost five minutes." Liu Jia laughed, but it didn't seem to be a complete joke: "Don't be fascinated by the magic of the goblins." ”

Tian Yue next to him shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Every time I look at her works, I can feel how big the gap is, this is not just about technology, it feels magical." Bai Ya's paintings are very pure, clean as if you can smell the fresh and natural air in the paintings, but when you stretch out your hand to the painting, you will find that there is a cage in front of you that restricts you - I once heard that there is a rich man who collects her paintings, and he has to paint in front of her for an hour every day before going to bed, and then he commits suicide because he longs for the fairyland in the painting. ”

"But despite the rumors of such a thing, the price of the painting did not drop at all, but rose a lot, and the two sons of the rich man broke the lawsuit for the inheritance of the painting."

Listening to such a conversation, Liang Yu didn't know what to say, maybe she was not a professional, so she couldn't appreciate the extraordinary subtleties of this painting, but the painting was beautiful at least certain.

Thinking about such a powerful girl but drawing comics, I always feel a little incredible, could it be that I just read it wrong?

“……”

At this time, Chie, who disappeared like the wind at the beginning, appeared with a spring breeze on her face, and she was followed by a staff member who appeared out of nowhere, nodding behind her and echoing.

Liang Yuzheng wondered what was going on, and only heard Liu Jia ask: "Xiaohui, have you bought the painting?" ”

"Well, it's done." Chie walked over and nodded.

"Do you want to go shopping again?"

"No, this time it's for Cézanne, and since it's been negotiated, there's no need to stay." As Qianhui spoke, she glanced up at the painting of the silver fairy, and there was a slight look of appreciation in her eyes, but that was all.

It seems that everyone's preferences are really different.

"Let's go, then." Liu Jia put her hand back in her pocket, and looked at Liang Yu and them again: "How about it, do you want to stay a little longer, or do you want to go together?" ”

"Let's go." Tian Yue said, and Liao Yuqing also nodded.

Only Liang Yu was left in a cold sweat, and her smile was a little far-fetched, and she realized a question, could it be that the group came to the gallery today to buy paintings?

And I just said Cézanne, although Liang Yu can't figure out who it is, but it should be a famous person, right, so don't ask the amount of the transaction must be astronomical. Hahahaha, should I say that I deserve to be the eldest lady?

"Xiaoyu, if you don't leave, I'm going to leave you." A greeting from a companion was heard from the front.

"Oh, here we are." Liang Yu, who came to his senses, quickly agreed and caught up.

The staff sent them all the way to the door, and finally bowed and said, "The paintings will be safely delivered to the house after the exhibition is finished." ”

"Then there will be labor." Senior Sister Qianhui seems to have been used to this kind of occasion for a long time, and responded decently.

Coming out of the gallery, it was still early, and the group discussed where to go to pass the time.

Thinking that the places where these eldest ladies came and went were galleries and other places, Liang Yu didn't dare to interject casually at this time, but the result of several people's discussions was surprisingly unanimous.

"Sure enough, it's going to karaoke."

“OK，Let’s_go！”

Liang Yu almost fell on his heels.

"What's the matter, doesn't Xiaoyu want to go?"

"Is rapping terrible?"

"It's okay, I'll teach you, Xiaoyu~" Senior Sister Liao Yuqing dragged a long voice and posted it.

It seems that he really thinks too much, Liang Yu sighed, raised his head and said, "Let's go." ”

Five young and beautiful girls blend into the landscape, and in the gallery, another girl is left behind.

Bai Ya still squatted there, keeping the same shape tirelessly drawing.

"Bai Ya, Bai Ya." A man in a white suit appeared next to her, this man looked very young with blond hair and green eyes, and his wrinkled face looked very young, but he was actually in his forties, and if you looked closely, you would find many similarities between him and Bai Ya.

But the blood connection still couldn't attract Bai Ya's attention, even if this person was her father.

Jaime is also well aware of this, his daughter is a child who has been kissed by the muse (the goddess of art), so she can only see the beauty of this world in her eyes, and there is no room for dirt. Unlike his wife, who chose to leave because she was afraid, Jaime accepted this gift from heaven very calmly, and in his opinion, Bai Ya's lack of human emotions is the best proof that she was chosen by the god of art.

This child was born to paint, and her paintings could surely make history, eventually surpassing the existence that stood in her way, as Jaime had always believed.

He could do everything for her and tolerate all her willfulness, but there were two things that were not allowed under any circumstances. One. Someone defiled his angel, II. Bai Ya wasted his talents, which was the duty entrusted to him by God as a father.

Jaime reached out and took Bai Ya's sketchbook, tore it to shreds on the spot, and reprimanded sternly: "You are painting such boring things again, how many times do you want me to say it, don't waste your talents in such useless places." ”

James casually threw the torn sketchbook aside, letting the fragments of paper scatter all over the ground, he grabbed Bai Ya who was looking blankly in the air, and dragged her out: "Go where you need to go, don't let me down, Bai Ya." ”

The door closed tightly behind him.