“Hello，Hello。 Miss Elena, it's a real person who meets you face-to-face! I have to say that every time I meet, it brings me a completely different feeling. It's like Mozart's music at the moment. ”

Lao Yang ran over and tried to tighten his little belly.

The waxed hair stood tall and stubbornly in the Salzburg night breeze, and even the windshield jacket was specially replaced with a very tough guy razor-style oil-wax hard leather jacket.

Of course.

There is a tough guy style of hunting jacket, and it is definitely not Lao Yang.

But Anna has such a magic that everything around her reflects the light.

Whether it's a handsome guy like a sculpture or a beautiful woman with graceful demeanor...... is still a Chihuahua-like assistant teacher Yang, consciously or unconsciously trying to make himself look taller.

Lao Yang Ke was for this interview, and after dinner, he concave by the mirror for several minutes!

In case Miss Elena is tired of looking at handsome men and beautiful women, she suddenly sees a "Chihuahua" type of man like herself, and feels pleasing to the eye, so she looks at him twice.

Didn't you earn it yourself?

"People say that every time you grow and settle down with age, you can hear a better Mozart. Every time I feel like I've been lucky enough to see the most beautiful lady I've ever seen in my life. But the next time we met, I found out that I was still too young. ”

Lao Yang smiled and said the opening remarks that he had been brewing for a long time.

"Thank you."

Anna sat back in her wheelchair and turned her head.

"Uh...... Uh, you're welcome, uh, no, isn't it ......"

Lao Yang stammered, and his two hands slapped several times awkwardly on the oily coat with a thick layer of wax.

He had racked his brains to make up two small paragraphs praising each other, and was going to memorize two lines of Shelley's poems or something.

But Lao Yangzui suddenly snorted disobediently.

God pity you.

What a greasy person he was Yang Dekang, but for a brief moment when Anna turned her head and met the chestnut, watery and sensitive eyes...... He actually blushed.

"You all stay outside, and Mr. Adlar will take me in."

Anna ignored the old Yang classmate who suddenly temporarily degenerated back into an innocent young man from the middle-aged uncle, and waved her hand, "Let's go in." ”

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Crystal chandeliers cast light into the living room, the fireplace warmly warmed, and the sound of the piano spilled through the open cracks outside the windows, falling on the mahogany floor.

"Memories of Don Juan."

Anna didn't park her wheelchair in the opposite side of the coffee table that Lao Yang had prepared for her to talk to Cao Lao face-to-face.

She chose a more relaxed and homely approach.

Supported by the housekeeper, he sat on the sofa on the other side at a 90-degree angle to Cao Xuan.

Butler Adlar took out a splicing cane from under the wheelchair and handed it to her, then walked out with the wheelchair.

Anna was the only outsider left in the room.

It's as if she's a guest who comes to the door for a chat, not a host who comes with a media assignment to interview.

After sitting down, she used her fingertips to straighten the hair around her ears.

Look around at the furnishings in the living room.

Anna stayed above the painting on the display shelf by the fireplace for more than ten seconds, then turned sideways to look at Cao Xuan.

The glow of the fireplace illuminated the side of her face like translucent congealed cream.

"What did you say?"

Lao Yang was pouring red wine from the two goblets in the decanter next to him, secretly admiring the beautiful young lady, while wondering why there was such a large convoy, and in the end, only Anna entered the house alone.

Hear this.

He was stunned for a moment.

"This."

Anna smiled and tilted her head, gesturing at her ear.

"Miss Elena is talking about the music of the piano outside the window, Liszt's 'Memories of Don Juan'." Cao Xuan interface, explained.

"Oh, is it Liszt?"

Lao Yang showed a surprise like a bun.

He also thought that this street was once Mozart's former residence, and according to the number of tourist attractions, the music played should have been written by Mozart.

"Half Mozart, too."

Anna saw the surprise on Lao Yang's face and relieved the embarrassment for him. "'Memories of Don Juan' is based on the tunes and musical elements of Mozart's old works, is it a second creation and tribute?"

"I SAW THE INFORMATION, AND I HEARD THAT MR. CAO XUAN HAS A DEEP STUDY OF ORIENTAL DRAMA, AND IS A SENIOR PEKING OPERA 'PIAOYOU', THIS WORD SHOULD BE SAID IN CHINESE, MR. CAO, DO YOU ALSO KNOW ABOUT CLASSICAL MUSIC?"

Anna's eyes fell on Cao Xuan and asked curiously.

"I don't dare to say how much I know. Do whatever you want, just listen nonsense, at most you can barely hear which track is which, that's all. ”

Cao Xuan said lightly.

"A lot of times, isn't art just about doing what you want? However, you may not know that this song out there is unexpectedly suitable for the topic of our interview today. ”

Anna's tone was long.

"The delicate and amorous style of this piano piece is said to have won over the owner of the salon, Countess Marie Dagus, in 1833 at the Salon held at Chopin's former residence in Paris, and it was with this exquisite and beautiful piano piece that Liszt brought to the Salon, Countess Marie Dagus, and thus became famous in Europe."

"That's a good sign, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes. This music is auspicious, and our interview program today will definitely attract wide attention. Be sure to include this story in the main part of your interview. ”

Lao Yang put the two red wine glasses on the coffee table, and finally couldn't help it, and asked the confusion in his heart.

"That'...... When will we start recording the show? It's getting late. ”

"Actually, from the moment I walked in the door, the interview already started."

Anna tapped her phone on the table and signaled that the voice memo was working. "Chat, that's how we work with Oil Painting today."

Lao Yang's mouth opened wide in surprise, and then closed his mouth firmly.

If only you knew that the interview had already begun.

He won't be there anymore.

Those who can interview Cao Xuan himself are all highly influential large-scale media.

Lao Yang has never seen such a "sloppy" interview process.

"Mr. Cao Xuan. I'm sorry for setting the interview time so late, but Gao Guxuan was late for the interview in the afternoon, so I rushed over overnight. I hope you don't think that in the heart of "Oil Painting", you are not as important as Gagoxuan. You're an artist, and I think the night is a time for artists to be inspired and willing to express their hearts, right? We can have a good chat. ”

"Impressive opening. I've been through countless interviews, and this is the first time I've done this. ”

Cao Xuan raised his wine glass and looked at Anna with interest.

"Then I wish us a pleasant conversation and good friends, so that Miss Elena can be merciful, and say a few nice words for me, and make me sound more presentable?"

"I've read some of your previous art criticisms, and honestly, it's really sharp and merciless, and it makes people break out in a cold sweat."

The old lady made a joke.

It's not a joke either.

Anna is polite, but she has never been a gentle girl with Barbie personality.

She has two contradictory qualities: a beautiful woman with a beautiful demeanor, a poisonous tongue and even a "mean" art critic.

In life, being polite is her upbringing.

But as early as when she had just joined "Oil Painting" in the past, even though it was only the era of text editing, her review articles have always been quite ruthless.

It can only be seen from her in the hyperion video that she sprayed the illustrator Van Doorne's bloody head.

Cao Xuan said that she could make the critics break out in a cold sweat, which was not a lie.

This style is also a double-edged sword.

Many artists don't like to be interviewed by this style of host, or even refuse to be interviewed altogether.

In the magazine, people who belong to Chairman Brown's faction are waiting to see a good show.

Look at her continuing to offend people.

"I have to take that as a compliment. A good-natured media person is not a real media person, and since Oil Painting is an art criticism magazine, it is part of my job to offend people. ”

Anna calmly raised her wine glass.

But he didn't clink glasses with Cao Xuan.

"Master Cao, for example, in my opinion, your toast is not good. I salute your artistic achievements. But if we try to embellish any image of you in an interview just because we're sitting down for a drink, it's humiliating to me and to you. ”

"Also. Mr. Cao, I don't know what kind of standard it sounds like in your context. So I can't guarantee that you'll sound decent in the final podcast. ”

Anna's tone paused, "I can guarantee that if you want to hear the whole story on the show praise your great deeds, your romances, your wealth, your kindness and loveliness. Then I promise – this is not such a show. ”

"These are the things that every art student talks about every day, this kind of Hollywood star-like story. It's not what Oil Painting magazine wants to hear, at least, it's not what I want to hear. If that's what you expect the interview to look like, it's time to finish. ”

Cao Xuan pondered for a few seconds.

He looked at the young woman sitting beside him.

Any painter who sees Miss Elena will feel that the abstract concept of "beauty" is flowing vividly in her.

Even a centenarian like Cao Xuan, when he saw each other for the first time, couldn't help but stop for a long time and didn't look away.

But today.

This Miss Yelena showed a different professional side than she had ever seen before.

It was the first time for Cao Xuan to be so serious, looking at each other inch by inch from head to toe, it was a sight that seemed to penetrate the sense of oppression in his heart.

From small to large.

His disciples often always flinch in front of this kind of gaze, and even the eldest Lin Tao would be stared at uncomfortably, and bow his head "shyly" like a little girl who made a mistake.

Anna didn't even blink an eyelash.

also looked back at Cao Xuan with a calm gaze, and let the other party look at him generously.

Half a day.

Cao Xuan didn't agree, nor did he refuse, but just threw out a question.

"And Miss Elena, what exactly do you want to hear?"

"It's not so much about what specific content I want to hear, but what kind of emotions I want to hear. You're one of the most accomplished artists of the last century, and you should be able to understand what I'm talking about. I want to hear your desires, your jealousy, your admiration, your sorrows, the tears you shed when you search for your dreams, the decadence of your life, and the dreams that are as unattainable as the stars in the sky, even if you stand on the highest part of the mountain. ”

"Isn't the life of an art practitioner woven by these emotions? Mr. Cao Xuan, am I going to listen here about how successful your life is? ”

"No, that's too much."

Anna said calmly, "I needed something different, something that moved me more and moved the audience more." No offense, I don't want to interrogate you, but I want to hear you take the initiative to tell me these stories. That's the story from the bottom of your heart, and it's the best story. ”

Too bold.

It's too domineering.

It's too aggressive.

Lao Yang had never seen anyone dare to speak to Cao Xuan with such an attitude.

That's Mr. Cao Xuan!

He heard his heart pounding and pounding.

It is true that Anna did not ask for an answer like a warden interrogating a prisoner...... She was like a Her Majesty, ordering the other party to answer.

A strong Miss Elena style fills this small reception room.

The awe-inspiring aura came to his face.

Lao Yang felt that if it was him next to him, he would already kneel.

Under this kind of aura, if you dare to shake your head, it seems that she will be trampled on and rubbed on her face by Her Majesty...... Well, thinking about it like this, Lao Yang was even a little moved.

But Cao Xuan is not Lao Yang.

Cao Xuan just quietly, looking at Anna with that bright and almost anti-old and childlike childlike gaze.

A bit probing.

A little curious.

It's a bit of a joke too.

"It does sound like a classic show." The old man nodded, "Miss Elena—"

"Anna. Mr. Cao Xuan, you don't have to call me Miss Elena, just call me Anna. ”

"So Anna, I have only one little question, why should I tell you these things? Oil Painting magazine didn't even pay a penny for the notice. Do you want to write me a check? Friendly reminder, although you are quite rich, it may not be a small amount to impress me. ”

Cao Xuan seems to be interested in taking the school exam Anna.

Oh, yes?

These things are very moving, but why should he tell them to the other party.

If Cao Xuan wants to be interviewed, even some heavyweight big media can get a notice fee starting from tens of thousands of euros, and whether he is willing to agree or not depends on Cao Xuan's mood.

But "Oil Painting" is the No. 1 in the art industry.

Traditionally, it does not give any of the interviewees a single euro.

Whether you're Picasso, Andy Warhol, or Cao Xuan.

For the vast majority of practitioners, it is a great honor to be interviewed by Oil Painting.

But Cao Xuan himself doesn't seem to see it that way.

(End of chapter)