Chapter 153 Mysterious Painter

While eating seafood in the hotel restaurant in the evening, everyone saw a poster promoting the art exhibition.

Located in the exhibition hall on the second floor of the hotel, the three-day exhibition displays the works of the famous artist Qingjie.

This painter is very mysterious. A wealthy businessman once spent millions of dollars to buy his paintings for several months but got nothing. Others who want to see his paintings can only see them from the occasional online pictures that have leaked from somewhere.

Except for a very few people, it is difficult for everyone to see his paintings in person.

Also because of his quirk – if he felt that a good painting was not good in some way or he got tired of looking at it, he would burn it, and while burning it, he would also take a video to record the scene of the painting burning in the blazing fire.

It is really beautiful, but it also makes many people feel sad.

As a result, the price of his paintings was driven up even higher, and everyone was afraid that their favorite paintings would be burned in a fire one day, wasting precious treasures.

There had been no news about Qingjie for a year or two. His paintings have always been hard to come by, but suddenly he announced that he was going to hold an exhibition. Everyone was quite excited, and there was no doubt that the exhibition hall would be packed with people for the next three days.

He Huan had wanted to come and admire the works of Qingjie for a long time, and he was a little excited when talking about it. "Let's get up earlier tomorrow so that there are fewer people and we can experience it better."

"Yes, go early."

As they chatted, the topic turned to Qingjie again.

"This painter is so mysterious, and I don't know if he is a man or a woman."

"Qingjie Qingjie, in ancient times bamboo was called Qingjie, and a person with this name would usually be a man."

Zhao Jun shook his head. "But her painting style is carefree yet graceful and agile. She handles details very well, and gives people the feeling that she is a female painter."

He Huan: "I'm a little curious. Do you think she will go to see her own art exhibition tomorrow?"

Everyone nodded when they heard this, "It's really possible."

Chu Shuang and Sheng Ting were dining by the window. Someone was playing the violin in the restaurant. Chu Shuang stared at it for a while and said to the person who was peeling crab roe, "Do you believe that I can play the violin?"

"letter."

Sheng Ting put on gloves and kneaded the crab roe and rice into small rice balls of appropriate sizes and placed them on the plate in front of her.

He answered without even looking at her. Chu Shuang laughed, "You believe this? I wouldn't lie to you."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

“Can you play the violin?”

"I haven't touched it for a while, so maybe it's a little strange."

Chu Shuang was a little surprised. She really didn't expect Sheng Ting to be able to play a musical instrument.

“People who can play the violin are super handsome.”

Sheng Ting raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you really think so?"

She nodded. "The violin sounds beautiful, and the person playing it always looks very...elegant, indescribably elegant."

"There's an art exhibition at the hotel tomorrow, are you going?"

Sheng Ting: “Go and have a look.”

He stuffed a few more shrimps onto the plate. Chu Shuang smiled and said, "After dinner, we'll go to the hot spring or the bar on the third floor. You choose one."

“None.”

Chu Shuang paused, "Do you have a job?"

"I'm too full to go to the hot springs now. There's wine in the room. There's no need to go to a noisy place to drink."

"The security in our bar is very good," Hatsushimo showed him the chat page on her phone. "My former colleagues asked me to go drink with them. Why don't you go back to your room first?"

Sheng Ting looked towards the southeast and caught a glimpse of several people looking at them. A woman even waved to Chu Shuang.

The man's eyes were indifferent, and he said in a deep voice: "If you insist on going, I won't stop you."

Why are you suddenly so majestic?

Chu Shuang looked at his stern face, pursed her lips and said softly: "It's not that I have to go, they just called me. If you don't like it, then I won't go."

After a while, Hatsushimo asked him, "Don't you like girls who go to bars?"

"You can't drink well, I don't feel comfortable following someone you don't know."

She likes to drink, and he doesn't seem to mind that in front of him, but drinking with others in a bar is another matter.

What's more...

Sheng Ting glanced at the fair and delicate skin of the person in the suspender skirt. As a man, he knew very well what some people would think when they saw her like this.

Hatsushimo understood, "If you're worried, just tell me. Don't get angry. Sometimes I can't react."

Sheng Ting paused, "I'm not angry."

"But you looked so cold just now."

The man pinched the bridge of his nose, "Sorry, didn't mean to do that."

Hatsushimo: "It's good that you're not angry. You're just too cold. When you don't say anything, people will think you're angry. You should smile more and be gentler in the future."

"Am I not gentle enough in front of you?"

He was actually very gentle in front of her, and Chu Shuang felt a little sweet in her heart, "Then you should be a little gentler to others."

The man remained calm, "It's enough to be gentle to you alone."