Chapter 172 I don’t resonate with Van Gogh’s works
After playing the song, Lu Yuanqing walked towards us with a smile on his face, "Ms. Xia, are you a music major?"
I smiled modestly and said, "It's just a hobby. My mother forced me to learn it when I was a kid."
He turned to Xiao Shiqiu again, "Could it be that Mr. Xiao was also forced to learn this by your mother?"
"As for playing the piano, everyone in my family knows how to play it." Although he answered nonchalantly, he inadvertently revealed the sense of superiority of being born into a wealthy family.
"We are quite destined to meet in such a big city like Amsterdam."
Lu Yuanqing seemed unaware of our cold attitude and continued to approach us enthusiastically.
Xiao Shiqiu smiled without saying anything, just looking at him gently.
Seeing that we didn't respond, he simply said, "Meiwei is here to film. I'm alone now. How about going for a walk with Mr. Xiao? Mr. Xiao won't mind having me along, right?"
Xiao Shiqiu curled his lips, "Actually, I do mind. I came out to enjoy our world together."
How could you be so disrespectful? I secretly felt a little happy.
I thought Lu Yuanqing would feel very embarrassed, but he didn't care at all. He laughed and said, "Mr. Xiao is really a joker. The world of two people is enjoyed at home. When you go out, there are people everywhere. Where is the world of two people?"
I began to admire him. He has such a thick skin, it's a good material for making a bulletproof vest!
Xiao Shiqiu smiled faintly: "Since Master Lu has said so, it would be unkind of me to refuse. If you don't mind us being boring, then let's go together."
I was a little confused as to why he agreed again.
While Lu Yuanqing was in the bathroom, Xiao Shiqiu explained to me, "Since he's determined to follow us, there's no point in refusing him. Instead of keeping him in the dark, let him do it right under our noses and see what he wants to do."
After a simple lunch, I suggested going to the National Museum to see Van Gogh's works.
As an art student, it is very tasteful to worship the great master Van Gogh, although I don’t like his paintings.
Lu Yuanqing asked me, "Do you like Van Gogh's paintings?" He seemed not to be interested in museums.
It would be too insincere to say I like you, and it would seem a bit shallow to say I don’t like you.
I carefully composed my words and said seriously, "Van Gogh is famous for his unique brushstrokes, bold use of colors, and strong emotional expression.
However, from a personal aesthetic perspective, I did not develop a deep resonance with his work.
His painting style is full of passion and inner conflict. Although it has extremely high artistic value, I feel a sense of distance when appreciating it.
Perhaps my aesthetic inclination is more towards order and harmony, which deviates from the burning emotional expression and uninhibited forms in Van Gogh’s paintings.”
After I finished speaking in one breath, I saw Lu Yuanqing with his mouth half open, looking like he was stuck.
Xiao Shiqiu raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said slowly: "Speak human language."
I sighed, my pretense failing. "Van Gogh is great, but I don't like his paintings. I prefer traditional beauty."
"Then you still want to go to the Van Gogh Museum to see his works?" Lu Yuanqing was puzzled.
I rolled my eyes. "His paintings aren't pretty, but they're valuable. I just want to see what the real thing, worth hundreds of millions of RMB, looks like."
Lu Yuanqing laughed and said, "Just for this? Because it's valuable?"
"What else?" I raised my chin. "You went to see the Terracotta Warriors because you love stone men? Isn't that the same thing?"
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