At this time, Qiu Jiahe was still sleeping soundly on the bed, so Zhao Mei had to pick up her mobile phone while holding the toothbrush in her mouth.

Looking at the "Xu Yan" displayed on her phone, Zhao Mei did a quick calculation. After this week's crazy fun, there were indeed only a few days left before Fashion Week, so it was quite normal to receive a call at this time.

"Hello? Sister Xu Yan?"

"Hey, Meili, how were you two doing? I heard you went there a week earlier than us?"

"It was certainly fun, after all. After all, we specially arranged it so many days in advance. Why did you call suddenly? Are you ready to come?"

"Well, our main group should be leaving the day after tomorrow. We have to set up the site in advance when we get to Flower City, and there are also some formalities to go through. Oh, Meili, you told me before that you had found a studio, but I haven't found one yet. You can't let me down."

Only then did Zhao Mei remember that she had taken on this job before coming here, but it didn't affect it anyway.

"No problem, Sister Xu Yan, just come and feel free. I guarantee there will be room for you to perform, and you can even produce the film directly. It will definitely save you a lot of trouble."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it. Remember to send me the address."

"No need, I'll find someone to pick you up."

"Oh, I can save some money on travel expenses. It's good to have the boss by your side. But we have a lot of stuff here, so we might need a few more cars."

"I know. After all, I've participated in Haicheng Fashion Week. Don't worry, Sister Xu Yan, just come directly."

"OK, then I'll just bring my work with me. See you the day after tomorrow!"

"See you the day after tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Mei continued to wash up. After washing, she did not forget to pull Qiu Jiahe up. They had another schedule today. In the morning, they were going to visit an art gallery in the former residence of a painter near Huacheng.

I heard that the private collections there are even richer and more valuable than those in some regular art galleries. What’s more, the ice cream in this town is said to be unique. How can I not be tempted?

Thinking of this, Zhao Mei became more and more excited and pulled Qiu Jiahe's hand a little harder.

After finally pulling Qiu Jiahe up, the two of them went through the three-piece set of washing, brushing teeth and eating as if they were going to war. After eating Western breakfast for more than a week, they became more and more accustomed to it. Now they no longer have stomach churning like they did at the beginning.

By the time the two of them officially arrived at the painter's former residence, it was already noon. Without bothering to think about anything else, they quickly bought tickets and entered.

Only after entering this art museum did Zhao Mei realize that the outside world's evaluation of this collection was not an exaggeration.

Not to mention the ridiculously large size of the collection, just looking at the value of the painters and the quality of their works, it is already a hundred times better than some art museums that are just for show.

Zhao Mei was amazed as she walked, while Qiu Jiahe was bored.

The two walked to a canvas with messy brushstrokes. Qiu Jiahe could no longer hide the doubts in his mind, so he had to pull Zhao Mei.

"Meili, is there an introduction to this thing? I really don't understand it... And that inexplicable children's graffiti and strange shapes just now, do they have any meaning?"

To be honest, Zhao Mei felt that this question was very on point.

Because when she was learning to appreciate paintings in the system, she had asked this question to her gentle teacher, but she was severely punished as a result.

Leaving aside the painful memories, in fact, even though Zhao Mei has made some achievements in appreciating paintings, she does not think that her reading comprehension is correct, or in other words, meaningful.

The true meaning of any work of art lies solely in the hands of the author, without exception. Any other interpretation is nothing more than inaccurate speculation.

After thinking about it, Zhao Mei simply said, "No, I don't understand. I feel like this thing is whatever you think it is. There's no need for so many fancy ideas. If a painting is really beautiful, you will definitely have a feeling about it. It doesn't necessarily have to be summarized."

Qiu Jiahe nodded in agreement. "You're right. After all, there was a portrait I quite liked, and the beach scene was really beautiful. I can only say it's pretty, I can't really tell anything else."

Zhao Mei also knew that the two paintings that Qiu Jiahe mentioned were both masterpieces that had stood the test of time. Naturally, they were much more stunning than these slightly watery ones in front of her.

"It's normal to be at a loss for words. Some paintings need to be viewed in the context of the painter's time. Just like when you write an article, it's usually to satirize current events. The same goes for painting. If you don't consider the situation at the time, it's meaningless."

Qiu Jiahe probably understood and nodded. He didn't dwell on the fact that he was at a loss for words, but dragged Zhao Mei forward.

The entire art museum is not very large, which is usually the case with private collections of this kind.

The two chatted as they walked around, occasionally stopping to talk, but even so they finished the entire tour in just two and a half hours.

When he finally left, Qiu Jiahe browsed around the souvenir shops at the exit. These things that were obviously produced in the China Commodity City were not very attractive to Zhao Mei.

However, Zhao Mei was still looking forward to the ice cream after the shopping.

Standing at the intersection in front of the art museum, Zhao Mei turned on her phone to check the navigation, and quickly located the store she wanted to go to. She pulled Qiu Jiahe straight to her destination.

This small ice cream shop was not far from the art museum, and the two of them only walked three blocks to get there.

As a well-known ice cream shop, they are most proud of their traditional Florentine handmade ice cream making method, which has a smooth texture and fresh taste.

At this time, there was a long line under the wooden sign of the shop.

Zhao Mei took a quick glance and found that there were all kinds of men and women inside, some wearing suits, some on vacation, and even an old lady with a hunched back carrying a bamboo basket of vegetables. She couldn't help but sigh at the charm of the ice cream.

Just when Zhao Mei was about to take Qiu Jiahe to queue up, she smelled a domineering and captivating fragrance.

The rich aroma of milk and baking made Zhao Mei stop involuntarily.

After taking a quick look around, I found a bakery with a new store opening promotional flyer posted on the door.

I walked over quickly and saw that the sign on the flyer was Chimney Bread.

Pushing open the door, there is a narrow but cozy shop. The innermost window is half-open, and a woman in an apron is taking out freshly baked chimney bread.

The moment the oven is turned on, the aroma bursts out. The extremely strong aroma of milk and oil instantly fills the nose, and the saliva begins to secrete.

Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe watched without blinking as the woman pushed the round chimney bread out of the oven, rolled it in fine white sugar, and then placed it on the shelf.

Only then did Zhao Mei come to her senses and poked Qiu Jiahe beside her.

"Chimney bread with ice cream, would you like some?"

Qiu Jiahe's eyes lit up instantly: "I must eat it! Eat two!"

After getting the answer, Zhao Mei took a step forward, took two freshly baked breads with white eyes from the shelf, and paid the bill.