Chapter 173 Tacit Understanding

"How can they be the same? The Terracotta Warriors have archaeological value, while Van Gogh's paintings have artistic value."

I looked at him with some disdain, as if he were a fool: "Wasn't the key word you just mentioned value?"

Xiao Shiqiu looked at him with a hint of sympathy, "Why would you want to reason with a girl?"

After saying that, he took my hand and turned to walk towards the museum. Lu Yuanqing hesitated for a few seconds and quickly followed.

The museum is very modern and stands out among the traditional buildings around it.

The first floor mainly displays Van Gogh's self-portraits. I whispered to Xiao Shiqiu, "I used to think Van Gogh painted so many self-portraits because he was narcissistic, but later I realized it was because he was poor and couldn't afford models. Alas, art students have always been expensive."

I held his arm and slowly admired each painting. Only then did I feel that the real works in front of me were completely different from the photos I saw in the album.

The painter's intense emotions and inner pain seem to jump out of the paper, from his early realism to his later abstraction. In my eyes, this is not artistic sublimation, but a problem with his mental state.

I went up to the fourth floor but still didn’t see the famous "Starry Night". "Why isn't the "Starry Night" collected here?" I muttered to myself.

"Oh, that painting is in a museum in New York. If you want to see it, we can go there next time."

"No, I'm just asking."

I'm not that interested in his works after he was admitted to the mental hospital.

What surprised me was that Xiao Shiqiu could talk about almost every one of Van Gogh's works, and he was very accurate in describing his painting techniques, color matching, and the mental state reflected in them.

"Have you also studied oil painting?" I was a little curious.

"I'm not good at this, but art appreciation is something we learn from a young age. If you listen to it more often, you'll naturally remember it."

He said it quite casually, but I knew that he had to learn so many skills, and he was probably a child without a childhood, just like me.

It's not easy to be a child of a wealthy family.

Lu Yuanqing was obviously not interested in painting. He hardly spoke the whole time and could not join in our conversation. He just followed us closely behind us, but did not cause any trouble.

I couldn't help but become more curious about his purpose.

After coming out of the museum, Xiao Shiqiu asked Lu Yuanqing, "Mr. Lu, which date did you book your flight to Oslo?"

He was stunned and said, "It's 12:30 tomorrow afternoon, what about you guys?"

As expected, he booked the same flight as us. Xiao Shiqiu and I looked at each other, and I understood what he meant. I said to him coquettishly, "I want to buy some souvenirs to bring back tomorrow. Can we leave the day after tomorrow?"

Xiao Shiqiu immediately patted my head lovingly and said, "Okay, I'll ask someone to change the ticket right away."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and started sending messages. Lu Yuanqing had a complicated expression on his face. When he saw me looking at him, he immediately put on a smile: "What a pity, I can't go with you guys. It's a bit lonely to go out alone. I thought I would have you guys to accompany me on this trip."

I smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, we just came a day late, maybe we will meet again then."

Since Lu Yuanqing treated us to the meal in Moscow, Xiao Shiqiu invited him to have dinner with us, and he gladly accepted.

Before the food was served, he got up to go to the bathroom, and then I followed him to the bathroom, leaving Xiao Shiqiu to watch the bag.

I was about to leave after freeing up the memory when I heard someone next door talking on the phone in Chinese. It was Lu Yuanqing.