Musée des Beaux-Arts Louvre, Paris, France.

Vita fiddled with her camera and weaved between the visitors.

He is a photography student at a prestigious French university, and his graduation project this year is to take a set of people-oriented photos.

Preparing for a master's degree in Western art history, he travels back and forth between the Louvre Museum of Fine Arts, observing visitors from all over the world, and a burst of love for the works of art they love.

It's interesting today, there is a tourist who catches Vita's attention with her most primitive feminine charm, and her beauty goes straight to the depths of Vita's heart.

He entered the museum with her during the opening hours, and it was already noon, and from the beginning Vita had been around her, consciously or unconsciously, and she was standing in front of that picture, and now he was about to leave, and she was still in front of that picture.

When Vita reacted, the camera was full of her pictures.

With her long black hair and a face of Chinese descent, she matched the blood-red lipstick on her lips, and she wore the latest dress of the year, which Vita recognized as Mondrian's checkered element work.

An oriental glamorous lady.

"Ma'am, do you need an explanation?"

The pure French accent sounded in his ears, Meng Xiao was interrupted from his thoughts, and turned around when he heard the sound, a boy with chestnut hair.

The facial contours are deep, but the eyes are rare blue, and the body is tall, much like the male model in the runway of Fashion Week.

Meng Xiao smiled back, but had no intention of talking to him, and turned back to continue looking at the painting in front of him.

Vita was confused by this laugh, and plucked up the courage to try not to make herself look too radical and proactive, and the Oriental lady preferred to be a little more subtle and gradual, and being too direct and open may be counterproductive.

"This copy of "The Money Merchant and His Wife" is a classic in the Louvre's collection, and it is only a little bit less classic than "The Smile of the Mona Lisa." Weta tried to attract her attention with light-hearted and witty language, and the people who came here were ordinary tourists, and they couldn't be too professional and boring, which would make him look boring.

But after saying a paragraph, Vita realized that she was in French, and she was a foreigner, so she might not understand him.

At this time, Meng Xiao smiled at the painting and said, "Really? I think it's more interesting. ”

She speaks French! This realization made Vita excited.

Taking a breath and sinking her beating heart into her stomach, Weta stepped forward and stood in front of the painting, not caring if she was a performance artist or not, and disturbed her impolitely.

And Meng Xiao only has this painting in his eyes.

The main characters in the painting are husband and wife, the man is the shopkeeper of the money shop, counting the money, and the wife is looking at the Bible, but the eyes are watching the husband count the money.

The art commentary explores the couple, and everyone says it means that religion is increasingly being valued as money.

It is money that enhances status, and it is also faith that falls into the mortal world.

In Meng Xiao's view, faith must bend to money, and the side of faith must pay the price of crushing dignity, and the side that pays money, Meng Xiao has not yet noticed what Yang Yi has sacrificed.

In the eyes of outsiders, she and Yang Yi are the ones who have suffered more losses, and only she knows that she almost lost her life.

The phone kept vibrating, and congratulatory messages were sent from all directions from just now, Meng Xiao didn't look at it, she was still savoring the painting.

Vita was interrupted by the tremors, and looked down at her vibrating phone, only to find the Van Gogh album in her hand.

"If you want to see Van Gogh, you have to go to the Musée d'Orsay, and the Van Gogh paintings in the Louvre have long been moved to the Orsay." Weta smiled and suggested, "If it's convenient, I can be your free tour guide, and I know some art knowledge." ”

"You're an art student?" Meng Xiao asked.

Weta smiled embarrassedly, showed him his camera, and said, "I studied photography and know a little bit about the history of painting. ”

Looking at the time, there are still three hours before the important event in the afternoon.

"In the afternoon, there is an oil painting exhibition in our school art museum, and there is a painter whose style is very similar to Van Gogh, she won the gold medal in this international painting competition, and today the well-known painting participating in the competition will be exhibited."

Thinking of the painter, Vita was excited, and invited: "Why don't I treat you to lunch, we will visit together in the afternoon, there will be a surprise." ”

Windfall? Does he want to spend the night with her?

Such an invitation has long been accustomed to Meng Xiao in France.

"No, thank you, goodbye." Meng Xiao politely refused, turned around and walked outside the museum, Vita didn't give up, and wanted to follow, seeing her get into a red Porsche, and drove away.

Unfortunately, Weta is lost and goes back to school with her camera.

He also had photographs, which he washed out to commemorate his meeting of an incomprehensible Chinese woman.

……

Meng Xiao parked her car in the parking lot of the Academy of Fine Arts, and her phone kept vibrating to make her irritable.

Picking up the phone, a bunch of unread messages flashed out on the WeChat page, and the top one was her younger brother, Meng Xun.

Meng Xiao clicked on it, and there was only one video request in it, mixed with a lot of congratulatory messages, Meng Xiao was looking at the painting at the time and didn't pick it up.

Click on the video call and call back.

After a few sounds, Meng Xun's side was connected, his dark face showed fortitude and maturity, and he was no longer the Meng Xun who didn't know the stakes in the world a few years ago.

"Sister, good afternoon." Meng Xun was still lying on the bed in pajamas, and he didn't have time to wash his face, so he smiled at her.

"Good morning, what's the joy of calling me so early?" Meng Xiao leaned in the car, flipped through the documents in his hand, and asked him comfortably.

Meng Xun blushed and said, "Where do I have a happy event, the main thing is to congratulate my sister on winning the award." ”

"Reported domestically? So fast? Meng Xiao asked disappreciatively.

"Hmmm! After the results came out tonight, the official media immediately reported by name and gave you a high evaluation. Meng Xun was excited when he thought about it, he didn't sleep all night, guarding the news, just waiting for this result.

She has just won the gold medal in a well-known painting competition abroad, and this award is very high, and Meng Xiao is the youngest winner ever.

"Sister, when are you going to return home? I'll bring Nannan to celebrate with you. Meng Xun couldn't help himself with excitement, if it weren't for his sensitive identity now and his organization not being able to go abroad, he couldn't fly to her immediately.

It has been almost seven years since she was admitted to a foreign university and studied abroad, and every year she said that she was very busy with her studies, so busy that she couldn't come back for a reunion, Meng Xun missed her very much, but she didn't dare to say it, for fear that her sister would care about him and not be able to study well abroad.

Thinking of Meng Xun and Yang Shannan, who is growing up in China, Meng Xiao is relieved that Meng Xun has his own career, so she doesn't have to worry about it anymore, and Yang Yi did not make it difficult for Meng Xun after the divorce, and often let Meng Xun see Yang Shannan.

"Hmm...... It may be a few months, and I can't go back anytime soon. Meng Xiao thought about the itinerary and said, "When I go back, I'll be the first to tell you." ”

"Good! Deal! Meng Xun nodded happily, and the two of them talked some more gossip, and Meng Xun reluctantly hung up.

Meng Xiao clicked on another silent dialog box, and deleted it after typing a few words in the dialog box.

Exit the dialog box, throw the phone screen off to the co-pilot, pick up the file and familiarize yourself with the content again.

……

Held every six years, the final results of the global painting competition are announced, the shortlisted works are from all over the world, and the professors of the world's top ten authoritative art academies jointly evaluate the exhibition, and the selected award-winning works have made many national art associations feel a heart.

The entries were anonymous, and the winners were not announced until this morning.

The winner of the gold medal was an oil painting called "Run".

In the painting is a golden wheat field, the wheat field is sharp, the texture effect is exquisite, the color is adjusted, a team of dark green runs in the distance, the abstract painting style is processed, and it looks like a group of youthful young people from a distance, running forward with youth and sweat.

The colors are bold and the brushwork is mellow, and the gold medal works are well deserved.

After the results are announced, the winning works will be exhibited at the University of Fine Arts in Paris for three days, opening at 3 p.m. today.

Meng Xiao sat in the car until two o'clock before entering the art exhibition hall, and the workers were moving the layout, and the organizer had already arrived.

"Meng Xiao, you're almost late." Her assistant Zhu Ang arrived in advance to direct this exhibition, Meng Xiao's award-winning painting must be protected by him throughout the exhibition, seeing Meng Xiao come in and greet him, he said, "Are you familiar with the speech?" This time, there will be a live broadcast by the media, and the domestic mainstream media will pay a lot of attention to you, and you can't make a mistake when you come to the stage to speak for a while. ”

After that, he glanced at Meng Xiao's body, felt that her makeup was inappropriate, and asked, "Do you need to contact a makeup artist for you?" Your makeup is too light. ”

Meng Xiao simply ate a piece of bread in the car, temporarily wiped off her lipstick, her face was pale in front of her at the art exhibition, Meng Xiao shook her head and made up for it with her own lipstick.

Sure enough, whether a man has makeup on a woman or not, the measure is whether the lipstick color is red or not.

Zhu Ang nodded with satisfaction, Meng Xiao was beautiful in his own right, and he was beautiful and moving when he dressed up a little, bowed his head to check the speech given by Zhu Ang, and said: "Change this sentence and add national feelings, which is good for the image of the country." ”

They are not currently developing in China, but that does not mean that they have to abandon the domestic market.

But Meng Xiao knew that they would have to go back eventually, and her family was there.

(End of chapter)