Late at night, in a small exhibition hall, a personal exhibition is being held, which can be said to be a personal collection exhibition organized by a wealthy family, the exhibition hall is very large, and a large part of it is a personal collection, and some are personal art works.

Today a lot of people came, some are here to buy some collections to go home, these people belong to the upper class of society, and some are art lovers, they came here completely to enjoy these works, the service industry here is very good, the guests are given a lot of snacks and drinks, now the floor is made of solid wood, a pair of paintings are all pasted on the wall, to give people to appreciate, there are abstract, there are wild, each work reflects the different style of each author.

A man showed his large gold watch and looked at the time, when his phone rang.

"Hey, honey, what's wrong?" said a woman on the other end of the computer.

"I've just arrived at the opening exhibition. The man said with a smile, he had a big back comb, he was dressed in a neat suit, and a little mustache on his mouth set off his mature atmosphere, and he seemed to know that he was a successful man.

"I'm sorry I can't accompany you, how do you feel over there?"

"Not quite to my taste. The man walked while talking, during which he saw a good-looking lady, and the lady smiled ambiguously at him, the man's dress completely attracted him, but the man seemed to be completely uninteresting to her, and walked over directly in ignorance, which could not reach the man's taste.

"How's it going? Do you see what you like?" said the wife, who was supposed to be the man's wife.

"Yes, it's an interesting work. Two ladies who were looking at the exhibition walked by, and the man saw the feet from the heads of others, like a painting.

"You are a person who likes abstract works, and I am like you. The wife said.

"I miss you too. Okay, see you tomorrow morning. Suddenly, the man stopped halfway through, because he saw a woman dressed in black, the woman had her back to him, and she could only see from the back that she was a person with a better figure, wearing a small black yarmulke, and her hair was dyed burgundy, but she couldn't see her appearance from this angle, and she hoped it wasn't a back killer.

"I really want to hurry home, love you. The wife said.

"I love you too. The man's eyes were straight at the figure, and he hung up the phone, as if the hunter had found his prey.

The man walked straight to the side of the woman, he wanted to see the woman's appearance clearly, and then considered whether to talk to her, the woman was admiring the paintings on the wall, just as the man walked to the side, the woman turned sideways to admire the work on the other side, and her back was to the man, she walked slowly sideways, and the man also strolled over, pretending to stand beside her, and admired the work with her.

"I don't like this one. The man said, looking at the painting.

"That's a shame, I think this one is very good. The woman said, her side face is very good, high nose, big eyes, and a big earring on the ear make her look so temperamental, it looks like a beauty, because of the hat, blocking the opportunity to admire her whole side face.

After the woman finished speaking, she slowly walked to the side, not looking at the man at all, the man looked at her figure interestingly, his face turned into a fox, and he snorted interestingly.

The man seemed to be interested in her, and continued to walk to her side with a smile on his face, and looked at the work that the woman was looking at.

"If you like this, I'm afraid I'll be so angry that I can't sleep tonight. ”

"This work is an exemplary example of the use of color as a means of emotional expression. The woman seemed to be studying the paintings, and the man looked at the woman with interest.

"By avoiding the rigidity of human nature is all. The woman said as she walked ahead, and the man followed her.

"It clearly contains the basic principles of Fauvism. ”

"Really?"

"But that doesn't mean it's a good painting. The woman looked back at the man and said with a smile, smiling so much that she instantly fascinated the man. The man laughed too, with a bit of a foolish look in his eyes.

"Are you a painter?" the man asked.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm a collector. ”

"Which one would you like to collect tonight?" the woman asked, looking around the venue.

"There's no work I like here, and I was just thinking about leaving. ”

After the man finished speaking, the woman did not speak, nodded and continued to look at the works, the man knew that he had met an opponent.

"Would you like to go and have a few drinks with me and have a chat?" the man immediately went on the offensive.

"Thanks, I'm not going, I've got to go. The woman said apologetically, as if she didn't like to be accosted, and then turned around and left.

The man stood there unwillingly, looked at the woman's back, thought about it for a while, and finally decided to follow. The woman walked to the gate, pushed it open and walked out. The man followed him out of the gate, looked in the direction the woman was walking, and strolled behind.

The woman walked into a small alley, it was already late at night, there were no pedestrians, and the man followed quickly.

"Well, I just want to ask one question. The man said loudly, and the frightened woman was startled, thinking that he was going to do something to herself.

"What is Fauvism. ”

"Don't you even know about the Fauvists, collector?" said the woman, a little frightened, her voice trembling a little, not knowing what the man's purpose was.

"I only collect works that catch my eye. The man smiled.

"Represented by several modern painters of the early twentieth century, who use bold brushstrokes to touch bold colors. As the two of them walked, the woman kept talking.

"The main thrust of the work is highly simplified and abstract. The man didn't seem to hear what the woman was saying, but kept looking at her.

"It's like a man wants to get to know a woman. Finally, the woman added.

The man laughed, "I wanted to be as abstract as possible, but in the end it was too simplistic and straightforward. ”

"All successful creative ventures are simple. The woman said with a smile.

"So I have a glimmer of hope. The man paused.

The woman walked in front and turned around, looking at the man without speaking, as if she was acquiescing, but with a soft sigh, the man didn't see it at all.