The closing ceremony of this joint exhibition came to a perfect end on March 6th.
In the afternoon, various hot searches related to Yisheng Art Museum, Autumn, Ying Feiting, and "Qingdaisheng" continued to dominate the list.
The popularity remains high.
This has brought Yisheng Art Museum new fame.
Seeing those trending searches, Meng Sheng slightly raised the corners of his lips.
After her mother passed away, she officially took over the Yisheng Art Museum. Her biggest fear was to dishonor her mother's life's work.
I am afraid that I, who am stuck in the mud, will pull the art museum, which is above the clouds, down from the altar, and become desolate.
The “Sheng” in her name comes from the “Sheng” in the name of the art museum.
My mother said that "sheng" is a musical instrument, also known as "immortal music" in Taoism, and can also produce harmonies.
But it also represents "life", depicting prosperity or sadness.
Her mother's expectations for her are the same as for the art museum. She hopes that she and it will live forever and grow up healthily.
For her, Yisheng Art Museum is her second life.
The lights are just coming on and dusk is sinking into the folds of the city bit by bit.
The street lights on the street corners are like stars stirred by the evening breeze, flowing into rivers of light among the numerous glazed curtain walls, and the outlines of the towering buildings gradually disappear.
Meng Sheng had just finished the work at hand when he received a message from Qiu Yi.
She said that she and teacher "Qing Daisheng" had already gone to the restaurant agreed upon with the Artists Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles - Jiangnanchun.
She checked the time, replied "OK", picked up her cell phone and car keys and left the art gallery.
The art museum is not far from Jiang Nanchun, less than twenty minutes’ drive away.
However, due to traffic jam, she was about seven or eight minutes late.
When we entered the box, there were already eleven people sitting at the table.
In addition to Qiu Yi and "Qing Daisheng", Ying Feiting and his agent, the other five men and two women are from the Artists Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
"Director Meng, you are late." The vice president of the Artist Association joked with a smile.
Others also echoed the words.
Meng Sheng smiled apologetically, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I'll drink a glass as a punishment."
As she spoke, she drank the white wine in the small porcelain cup in one gulp.
At this kind of dinner, drinking is always inevitable.
She had been mentally prepared.
So he didn't even make an excuse and just drank it openly, stopping others from making trouble.
She doesn't drink very often and her alcohol tolerance is average.
The alcohol content of this wine should be quite high. As soon as it enters your mouth, a mellow burnt aroma continues to spread.
When it flowed into the throat, the liquid seemed to turn into a cold blade, splitting the chaotic nerves. The clear aroma of wine surged in the chest cavity, leaving a slightly hot and vigorous aftertaste.
I haven't drunk alcohol in a long time.
She frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed, poured the wine glass for everyone to see, and said with a smile, "Excuse me."
As soon as the song fell, it was greeted with waves of praise.
She was also asked to drink three cups as punishment, but Meng Sheng just laughed it off.
After sitting down, Qiu Yi looked at her worriedly and asked her with his eyes, "Are you OK?"
Meng Sheng nodded slightly in response and whispered, "It's okay."
The dinner lasted for more than two hours, during which time the atmosphere at the table was never dull.
Whether it is people from the Artists Association or the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, they are all shrewd people and well versed in the ways of the workplace.
Knowing Qing Daisheng's personality, he did not give him too much compliments, but instead discussed art.
Teacher "Qing Daisheng" was having a great time chatting and even drank two more glasses of wine.
At the dinner table, except Qiu Yi who didn't drink a drop of wine on the pretext that he would drive back to his villa by Lake Rhine in the suburbs, everyone else drank a little.
Meng Sheng drank about seven or eight cups.
It's all the same liquor.
Quite a lot indeed.
But this is her extreme limit.
Qiu Yi was still holding the slightly tipsy "Indigo Life" in her hand.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, he asked helplessly, "Meng Meng, how are you? I'll take you home."
Meng Sheng was a little drunk, but still conscious. He smiled and said, "It's okay. I'll just call a designated driver. It will take you another hour to get back to the Rhine Lake.
To get to the Left Bank Courtyard, you have to take another half an hour detour, which is too troublesome and time-consuming.
Teacher Qing Daisheng has also been drinking, so you should take her back as soon as possible."
"Then you..." Qiu Yi sighed, "Okay, I'll call a designated driver for you."
When the designated driver arrived, she watched Meng Sheng get in the car, gave the driver a few words, and watched her car drive away before returning to her own car.
Pei Sui, who had just come down from upstairs, happened to see Meng Sheng getting into the car.
He frowned slightly. He was not familiar with the people from the Artists Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, but he had seen the report on the closing ceremony of the Yisheng Art Museum this afternoon.
He recognized the woman Qiu Yi was holding at a glance.
I guessed that there should be a dinner party at the art museum today.
Seeing that Meng Sheng's car had already driven into the traffic, he said goodbye to the people around him, and regardless of how they called him, he got into the car and left.
Meng Sheng's car stopped steadily at the entrance of the community.
The designated driver was communicating with the security guard through the open car window when Pei Sui had already taken out the car keys and walked over.
He knocked on the back seat window with his fingers. The designated driver turned around first and was very surprised to see this elegant and noble handsome figure.
"Who are you……"
As he spoke, the rear window rolled down, and Pei Sui's deep and cold eyes reflected a pretty face that looked like rice paper dyed red by cinnabar.
Meng Sheng was also surprised to see him and subconsciously moved closer to the car window.
The voice was light and the tone was gentle, "Hmm? You just came back?"
The light inside the car was a little dim, and the light from the street lamps outside was refracted in. Pei Sui could clearly see the rouge color at the corners of her eyes because he was close.
Also, when he was slightly tipsy, his eyes looked like falling stars.
He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "Dinner at the art museum today? Did you drink?"
"Huh?" Meng Sheng looked at him in surprise, "How did you know?"
On the way back, the alcohol gradually took effect. Although I was conscious, my vision was a little blurry.
Before lowering the window, she stared at the figure outside the car for a few seconds before recognizing it.
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