Located in the middle of Clark Mountain, 50 kilometres west of Gaswell, Clark Hill is cleverly laid out, surrounded by greenery and a trickling mountain stream, making it an ideal place for a relaxing holiday.

Departing early in the morning, at around ten o'clock, the carriage in which Leo and Vicky were riding slowly drove to Clark Hills, and because of the Hank family crest painted on the carriage, the guards of the cottage let them enter without doing any search.

Getting off the bus in the courtyard, Leo looked at it and exclaimed, "This place is really good, if you live here, it must be very comfortable." ”

"Of course, it's the man's property. Viki smiled, and then chanted aloud: "Ah, the trees are dressed in beautiful spring clothes, the mountain villa is luxuriant, in the May spring light, the water reflects the sky, the stones ripple with water, and my heart is light." ”

Along the way, this guy was full of poetry, Leo helplessly buttoned his ears, he really didn't know how to appreciate it, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear anything.

At this time, a voice came: "Vicky, you are here, everyone is here, just waiting for you." ”

Leo followed the sound and saw a handsome young man of twenty-three or fourteen walking briskly. His light gray half-length hair was casually draped, and he looked quite flowing, and his silver eyes were full of joy to see his friend.

Looking at the slightly familiar face, Leo quickly reacted, except for the hair color and eye color, this young man was almost carved out of the same mold as Alice, and it should be His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales.

Vicky immediately greeted him, first giving the other party a warm hug, and then said, "Haha, Wells, I went to pick up this new friend, so I lost a little time." ”

Wells turned his gaze to Leo and said with some curiosity, "Oh? is he the Leo Minahir you said? ”

"Of course, the person I introduced. How could it be bad. Wiki puffed up proudly.

Looking at the rather intimate behavior of the two, Leo couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and secretly said that these two would not really have any forbidden feelings. Unable to let the prince greet him, he walked over a few steps, bowed and said, "Hello, Your Highness Wells." ”

"I love your verses about late nights. Wells nodded, and then said, "Besides, you can call me anything here, but you must not call me Your Highness, in front of art." There is no distinction between high and low. ”

"Okay. Leo replied softly, pursing his lips secretly. However, judging from the current situation, this highness is also a very easy-going person, and it should not be difficult to get along.

As he walked, Wells asked, "Vicky, what did you bring with you this time? Is it the collection, or is it the latest poetry?"

Vicky smiled mysteriously: "You can't say this, you will know it when it starts in a while." But you'll definitely be amazed. ”

All the way into the main hall of the villa, the spacious room is large enough for hundreds of people to gather, and the light is excellent, with the blue and white stone paved floor. It looks very gorgeous and solemn. In a corner of the hall, four musicians are playing soft and beautiful music on the violin, making the whole scene even more soothing and elegant.

There were more than twenty men and women in the hall, as you could tell from their beautiful clothes. The guests at the art rally were all from wealthy families, and they were talking in twos and threes. Fortunately, Leo knew about today's art gathering and deliberately changed into the evening dress from before. It doesn't seem too unusual.

Seeing that the long table next to him was full of red wine, foie gras, caviar, vegetable salad, sausages and other snacks, Leo couldn't help but move his index finger, but there seemed to be no one in the hall to take it, and he could only endure it.

Wiki is a warm and cheerful person, and his popularity is very good, and as soon as he entered the hall, he was immediately surrounded by many people. As a newcomer, Leo naturally received a lot of attention, but he was really not interested in this kind of thing, so he just dealt with things casually, to the point that it gave people a cold and deep feeling.

"Now that everyone has arrived, the first item of this rally, the tasting, has officially begun. Wells came to the middle, clapped his hands, and immediately two servants walked into the hall carrying a painting.

The black cloth that covers the painting is torn off, revealing the contents of the painting, which is an oil painting depicting a view of a hill. Wells continued: "Who can tell the author of this painting?"

"Alec Lablin?"

"Benzer Rollins?"

"Clyford Dowjon?"

Several people gave answers, but they all denied without exception. What made Leo a little depressed was that he had never heard of any of these people, and he had already begun to feel tormented when the art rally had just begun.

Vicky frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly said, "I know, it must be the work of Eagle Rolcliffe!"

Slightly surprised, Wisel asked, "Oh, why do you think so?"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Vicky immediately knew that he had guessed correctly, so he explained with a smile: "Haha, what Mr. Rolcliffe is best at is realistic works, and the colors are bold, everyone looks at this painting, the color contrast between light and shadow, hills and sky, fields and trees is very strong, so I think the author is Rolcliffe." ”

Wells nodded: "Although many people have similar characteristics, you got it right." ”

Hearing his confirmation, a middle-aged man was surprised and asked, "It's really Rolcliffe's work, it's so precious, Wells, how did you get it?"

Leo could see that Rolcliffe must have had a very prominent reputation for painting, otherwise he would never have been collected by Wells, nor would he have attracted the admiration of everyone. Although he wanted to ask the wiki around him who Rolcliffe really was, it was obviously too inappropriate for such an occasion, so he had to keep his mouth shut, fantasizing that the art rally could end soon.

Wisel also seems to have been honored to be able to collect this work: "By chance, I had recently visited Mrs. Milsh's house, and found this painting in her attic, which was covered with dust and cobwebs, but fortunately it was preserved intact. ”

"It's a classic! Look at the layout, look at the way you look, oh Wells, you're in luck. The middle-aged man who had just asked the question was full of envy.

"As long as you are passionate about art, I believe that Mr. Kenreid, you can also get this kind of luck. Wells smiled and continued, "So now you can discuss this painting, does anyone want to be the first to talk about it?"

One woman raised her hand and said, "I would say that in the middle of the painting, the tall tree divides the painting in half, but the tree is not straight, but slightly tilted to the right, making it look like it is swaying in the wind, so that the picture is not too rigid." In the middle of the painting, the stone bridge, from left to right, slopes slightly downward. I think it's a really touching idea that Rolcliffe drew another group of fir trees on the left in order to balance the picture, and the straight lines are like a wedge hitting the left side of the painting!"

Someone took the lead, and another youth added: "Yes, look at the lower part of the painting, which is the rocky hills, in pale gray and pink, with different shades of green depicting pine trees. Orange and gray were used on the roof, and a sky blue in the small pond. On the plains, Rolcliffe uses patches of green and orange to show houses, vegetable patches, and harvested wheat fields. What a wonderful way to show it!"

"If you look up, in the verdant fir canopy, the left part of the hill is pale red, and the right part is a very cold blue, and it must be a dense forest. Above the mountain is a warm blue sky, with some faint white clouds floating. Rolcliffe's brushwork is so strong and solid that looking at this painting, I even feel that these landscapes are literally stored in the bright sun. He showed me the beauty of order!" cried out the third speaker, almost hoarsely.

After a while, seven or eight people had changed their opinions, and the scene gradually became cold, and Wiser's eyes swept away, and finally fell on Leo, and said, "Leo, do you have any thoughts on this painting?"

He really wanted to see if the new young friend brought by the wiki really had an artistic understanding. (To be continued......)