Chapter 162: Art Exhibition
Saturday
Lu Jingshu put on her headphones and looked at the game screen on her phone. It was the training video sent by Zhao Yitao yesterday.
She went to the back seat first and sat down with her long legs open.
Lu Siyin stepped onto the passenger seat, sat down and fastened her seat belt. When she looked up again, she saw a slender and snowy hand in front of her, holding a bottle of strawberry yogurt.
She took it, held it to her mouth and took a sip, squinting comfortably.
Zhou Zipei looked at her deeply with his smiling eyes, and then started the car.
Lu Siyin swallowed the yogurt in his mouth and asked him, "Are you going to the art exhibition with us today?"
Zhou Zipei hummed lazily and said in a weird tone, "I'll go see what kind of painting is so attractive that you can leave me and spend a weekend with it."
Lu Siyin: "..."
Living in school every day, the freshman class is quite full, basically the two of them have no chance to meet, and can only meet on weekends occasionally.
If they are in a hurry to take exams or make up classes, they can't even meet once on weekends. The young couple is obviously in the same city, but it feels like a long-distance relationship.
So Zhou Zipei complained about Lu Siyin taking a day off to see the art exhibition, but he didn't stop him. He could only say a few words to express his resentment.
Lu Siyin finished the last sip, held the bottle in his hand, knew he was wrong, touched his nose and kept silent.
He thought, we are here, if you still dare to say "that painting is really not good", I will dig your eyes out!!!
Half an hour later, we arrived at the destination.
The exhibition was held in a villa. To enter, you must first pass through a long gallery. On the walls on both sides of the slightly narrow corridor are hung excellent works collected from all over the country. After
walking through the corridor, you will suddenly see the open space. The layout of the hall is very artistic. In the center is a man-made gurgling water, the sound of water is pleasant and crisp.
There are easels scattered around, with no regularity but not a sense of dissatisfaction. There are flowers and plants interspersed among them, emitting a faint fragrance, like silk threads floating in the wind, lingering at the tip of the nose from time to time.
The theme of the first floor of the exhibition is "tranquility".
When Lu Siyin stepped into this place, her steps could not help but lighten and her mood relaxed.
Perhaps everyone who comes here has this subconsciousness. There are many people on the first floor but it is not noisy. At this moment, young and old are conquered by art and feel the "tranquility" brought by painting.
She has always had an indescribable regret about painting.
It was like a person in middle age looking back and suddenly remembering the regret of the dream of youth that he had long abandoned. It
was hard to describe this feeling. Lu Siyin could not remember whether she had ever been exposed to painting before coming to this world, or maybe it was the residual emotions of the original owner.
However, she still picked up the paintbrush the second day after she came here, but she sat at the table for a long time without drawing a single line.
Since then, she has kept it a secret from everyone, from relearning to independent creation, and it has been more than three years now.
A few months ago, someone saw a work she posted online and contacted her to see if she was interested in joining the "China Artists Association".
Lu Siyin took one look and left, complaining that the acting skills of scammers are so bad these days.
The man kept asking the same question for a week, and it was the first time Lu Siyin had seen such a persistent scammer, so she replied with only three words: [Not interested.] Who
knew that the other party would take advantage of her and urged her: [Don't reply so quickly, I'm Wu Pan, contact me when you're ready, phone number: XXX...]
When Lu Siyin saw the words "Wu Pan", she sat up straight and felt absurd.
Wu Pan!!!
This liar is really boastful! She even said "Wu Pan" just to deceive her! Do you really think she has no common sense?
Who is Wu Pan? She is the president of the Chinese Artists Association. Who is she? How could such a big shot like
her? Lu Siyin dialed the number, and the second the call was connected, her mouth was like a machine gun, not giving the other party a chance to speak: "I say you liars don't do your homework before you cheat? Do you know who Wu Pan is? Would the president of the Art Association take the initiative to send me a message? Am I a despicable person? Even if you are cheating, you should at least respect me!"
The other party just said one word: "I..."
Lu Siyin was furious and said, "Don't say anything first, this is not a question of whether you are cheating or not, this is a question of attitude..."
She talked for five minutes, but there was no response from the other party, but she didn't hang up the phone.
Hey, the other party is still a polite and well-educated liar.
Thinking of this, Lu Siyin's anger subsided and she shut up.
The person on the other end seemed to be afraid that she would continue talking for another ten minutes, so he quickly took advantage of the gap and said, "Hello, I'm really Wu Pan."
His voice sounded like he was in his fifties or sixties, gentle and kind. He didn't get angry even after being lectured for ten minutes, but instead had a kind smile on his face.
A crack immediately appeared on Lu Siyin's face: "..."
She really encountered the real thing hahahahahaha wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu.
From then on, she had been following Wu Pan and kept in touch until this time when her work was successfully included in the exhibition held by the Artists Association.
Lu Siyin came back to her senses from the past and her eyes fell on the painting in front of her.
After she finished looking at the paintings on the first floor, she felt a little uninterested. It wasn't that the paintings of others were bad, but she liked the "struggle" on the second floor more than the theme of "quietness", which was full of repression and tenacious hope.
Lu Jingshu put away her mobile phone when she came here and looked at the paintings around her seriously and attentively.
Zhou Zipei followed Lu Siyin, not in high spirits and in a lazy manner. Compared with the works here, the person in front of him was more attractive to him.
He was really tall, and he could not be ignored wherever he stood. He was not wearing a suit jacket, and the hem of his fitted shirt was tucked into his trousers, outlining his slender figure and thin waist, and his temperament was reserved and pure.
Lu Siyin stood in front of a painting in the corner, lowering her eyes and
looking carefully, putting off her playful expression. Her serious expression was even more attractive. Zhou Zipei raised her eyebrows and followed her gaze. It was just an ordinary landscape painting, with mountains stretching endlessly, and trees decorating them with green, like a layer of bright clothes, surrounded by white mist, with the mountain tops hidden in it, and flying birds flying directly into her arms.
It fits the theme of "quiet", but it's a bit too ordinary, without any special features. It's hard to tell what the author wants to express besides the word "quiet".
For most people, it's enough to just fit the theme, but Lu Siyin thinks this is far from enough. This painting is superficial and just responds to the word "quiet", which is really a bit deliberate.
Zhou Zipei put his left hand on her shoulder, his fingers tangled in her hair, and watched her open her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden shout.