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The warm sunshine in the afternoon is very soft, and it shines on the body like a natural hypnotic. Fang Congyuan and Pan Shuang were so fascinated that they took the car to Utopia Art Museum and almost stopped.
"Yuanyuan, why do you suddenly want to go to an art exhibition?"
Fang Congyuan didn¡¯t respond. He opened WeChat on his phone, pulled out Gao Yang¡¯s WeChat profile picture and handed it to her.
The avatar is very simple, just a few geometric shapes outlined with a pencil on a yellowed page.
Pan Shuang: ""
Fang Congyuan couldn't help but feel a little amused at the blank expression on her face, so she explained, "This is a painting by Ritzky, pario."
"" Pan Shuang was stunned for a moment before smiling coquettishly, "Yuanyuan, you are so awesome, you can see it"
Fang Congyuan chuckled, "How could I possibly tell that Brother Yang told me this?"
"For him, I have to become better." She murmured like she was dreaming, her brows and eyes filled with a gentle smile.
Pan Shuang only glanced at her and then clicked her tongue again and again, with a hurt expression of "dog abuse" on her face. Fang Congyuan took her arm affectionately and smiled without saying a word.
The highest state of acting is probably selflessness. Maybe she can try to develop in that direction. Only if she is immersed in it first, others will not see the flaws.
Utopia Art Museum is Yao Yifeng's personal gallery. When he entered, Fang Congyuan looked at the detailed introduction of the gallery. Sure enough, the designer of the gallery was Dong Zhihui, a cutting-edge domestic designer, and the construction unit was Xinfeng Real Estate, which is affiliated to Hengxin Real Estate.
It seems that Yao Yifeng and Fu Huaixi really have some friendship.
Unlike the elaborate carvings of the Anyi Hotel, the Utopia Art Museum will give people a rough feeling at a cursory glance, but when you look closer, you will find something different. The iconic stone carvings outside the art museum alone are several meters high. Fang Congyuan walked under them and felt an inexplicable fascinating meaning and unique beauty.
Pan Shuang originally came to accompany the guests, but after watching for a while, he actually became somewhat interested.
"This "Falling" is one of Mr. Yao's most important works. It was created when he was a student and was once collected in Duisburg, Germany." The volunteer introduced it to the two people warmly.
It was mid-afternoon, and there were not many people in the art gallery, not to mention that there was a pretty beauty among them, so the volunteers were very attentive in their explanations.
¡°Why is this work on display here now?¡± Fang Congyuan asked shamelessly.
"This was purchased by a private collector and temporarily stored in the art gallery for people to appreciate." the volunteer said proudly.
Could this private collector be Yao Yifeng himself? Fang Congyuan made a malicious guess.
Most of the exhibits on the east side of the gallery are Yao Yifeng¡¯s early works. Under the tireless explanations of volunteers, all the works on the east side were introduced in less than half an hour.
As soon as you turn to the west, there are all paintings by Yao Yifeng after he became famous. The volunteers pointed at a huge painting on the wall and praised it, "This painting "Tide in the River and Sea" can be regarded as Mr. Yao's. His representative works have been highly praised at the Monterian Art Exhibition."
Fang Congyuan nodded thoughtfully, and was about to ask more details, when someone suddenly said from behind, "Miss Fang?"
She turned around hurriedly, and the person behind her was Lin Ting, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
Today he wore a light brown sweater, a plaid shirt underneath, a pair of woolen pants of the same color, and a pair of Oxford shoes. He looked particularly clear and elegant.
If Fang Congyuan hadn¡¯t seen the hidden side of his smile on the yacht last time, it would be difficult for Fang Congyuan to associate such a man with a smiling tiger.
Even though he had gone through thousands of times in his heart, Fang Congyuan just smiled and said hello, "Mr. Lin, long time no see."
Lin Ting strode over, nodded politely, and then glanced at Pan Shuang beside him.
Fang Congyuan then introduced the two of them to each other with a smile.
"Mr. Lin came to see the exhibition alone?" Fang Congyuan asked with a smile.
She just watched calmly for a while but didn't see his assistant, let alone Xu Zheng. Then she said casually, "I thought Mr. Xu was accompanying you."
Lin Ting is from Hong Kong. Unless he comes to discuss business, how could he appear in Qionghai City?
"Miss Fang is joking." LinAs she spoke, she raised her eyebrows and smiled softly. Her eyebrows were long and thin, very delicate. When she smiled brightly, her entire eyebrows would curve into a crescent-like arc.
Lin Ting couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and found her very interesting. She could suddenly go from sadness to joy without too many transitions in the middle.
Such a person is either an extreme maskist or an extremely naive patient, so which one should she be?
While he was still thinking to himself, Fang Congyuan had already waved to him with a smile, turned around and went to the other end of the corridor with Pan Shuang.
Maybe it was the low light in the corridor, or maybe it was something else. Her graceful and distant figure seemed to be fogging up in his sight, becoming more and more hazy and bleak. When he took a closer look, The white mist was suddenly blown away by the wind and disappeared.
Because of the embarrassment of the mistake in the explanation just now, the volunteers intentionally or unintentionally did not explain too much about the painting techniques of the work itself this time, but only briefly introduced the relevant art schools and exhibition awards.
Even with such a superficial introduction, Fang Congyuan was confused.
It wasn't until the volunteers introduced the paintings on the west side of the gallery one by one that Fang Congyuan said with some consideration, "Mr. Yao is really amazing. It would be great if I could meet him." He heard the slightly lower words. It's like sighing when you go up, but there is a bit of longing in it.
"That's right. You see, he has won so many international awards. He will definitely be a famous painter in the future." Pan Shuang also nodded in agreement, and suddenly laughed loudly, "If I could meet him, I would definitely want more Take some photos and maybe sell them for money later.¡±
Although Fang Congyuan was speechless at what she said, she was used to hearing it these days, so she smiled and said nothing.
Hearing this, the volunteer hesitated for a few seconds before whispering, "Mr. Yao sometimes comes to the gallery."
"Really?!" Pan Shuang asked in surprise.
The volunteer frowned slightly and was not sure what he said, "Mr. Yao just doesn't come here often"
? Almost once or twice a year
After saying that, he paused for a moment and suggested in a low voice, "Let's do this. Leave me your contact information. If Mr. Yao comes to the gallery, I will call you. Is that okay?"
Although he said "you", his eyes clearly glanced at Fang Congyuan. Pan Shuang winked at Fang Congyuan for a while, but Fang Congyuan gave him a look without changing her expression. Telephone.
If a phone call can really exchange for a chance to meet, then it¡¯s not a loss.
After a sleepy afternoon, the number of people in the gallery gradually increased, but this distracted volunteer still circled around Fang Congyuan with great enthusiasm. He asked for help from others, and Fang Congyuan also cooperated with his performance.
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Seeing that the volunteer from the art museum was still talking non-stop, Fang Congyuan said goodbye in a timely manner.
As soon as he left the art museum, Pan Shuang asked curiously, "Yuanyuan, who was that Mr. Lin just now?"
Seeing that she had pure curiosity on her face and no other meaning, Fang Congyuancai said lightly, "He is a friend of Brother Yang. In fact, I am not very familiar with him. I have only met him once or twice."
"Oh." Pan Shuang nodded in agreement, and after a while he said leisurely, "No wonder they say birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together."
Fang Congyuan: ""
After leaving the art museum, the two took three bus rides before returning to school exhausted. As soon as he arrived at school, Fang Congyuan went out of his way to learn more about the art majors at Qiong University, but found out that there were majors such as dance and photography, but not art.
Fang Congyuan sighed secretly. It seemed that she had to spend money to sign up for an art training class outside. It was not required to be able to draw, but at least to be able to taste. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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