Before leaving, she slightly opened her red lips, like blooming petals: "Mr. Lin, would you like to go with me to the art exhibition in the French Concession tomorrow?" That voice was like the song of a nightingale, gentle and melodious, and instantly struck his heart.
Lin Hezhi couldn't help but raise his lips slightly, and in this sweet expectation, he soon fell asleep. In the dream, he and Su Manqing walked hand in hand in the art hall, surrounded by colorful paintings, and their laughter echoed in every corner.
The next day, the sun was a little warmer, and Lin Hezhi came to the French Concession Art Museum early and paced for a long time. He felt that the weather was really good, as if even the heavens were blessing him and Su Manqing's date.
He straightened the front of his dark grey suit for the third time, making sure every wrinkle was smooth and perfect, and stroked the dark blue tie that he had specially ordered from the Willow Company, and checked the bunch of red tulips cultivated in a Dutch greenhouse in his arms. At this time of year in Tianjin, this rare thing actually cost him half a month's salary. The bright flowers were gorgeous and exuded a rich fragrance, as if they were a symbol of his passionate feelings for Su Manqing.
A black car slowly stopped in front of the art museum, and the wheels rolled over the ground, making a slight sound. The moment the car door opened, Lin Hezhi immediately smelled the familiar scent of French perfume, which was like an invisible thread, pulling his heart.
Su Manqing landed gracefully in her crocodile leather high heels, her red fur coat gleaming like pearls in the sun. When she unbuttoned it, she revealed a light pink satin cheongsam underneath, with plum blossom embroidery on the front bordered with silver thread, and each petal embellished with tiny pearls.
Lin Hezhi hurried forward, with a warm smile on his face, handed over the flowers in his hand, and said sincerely: "Miss Su, you are so beautiful on your birthday, these flowers are perfect for you."
Su Manqing took the flowers, gently put them close to her nose, sniffed the fragrance, then placed her lace-gloved hand on Lin Hezhi's arm and smiled softly, "Mr. Lin, you are too kind. These flowers are so beautiful. Thank you."
The two walked side by side into the exhibition hall, which was quiet and elegant, with a faint scent of ink and oil paint. Paintings were displayed in an orderly manner on the walls around.
As Lin Hezhi and Su Manqing strolled through the park, the first thing that caught their eyes was a traditional Chinese landscape painting, with mountains shrouded in mist, waterfalls cascading down the mountain, and streams gurgling, creating a tranquil and distant scene.
"This painting is exquisitely done. The painter uses delicate brushstrokes and elegant colors to fully display the charm of the landscape, which is quite reminiscent of the artistic conception of ancient Chinese paintings." Lin Hezhi said, pointing at the painting.
Su Manqing nodded slightly, his eyes focused: "Indeed, this left-over part is a wonderful stroke, giving people endless room for imagination, making people feel as if they are there, feeling the tranquility and detachment."
After turning around the corridor, a reproduction of a painting by the Tang Dynasty lights up the entire exhibition hall. This painting uses bright colors and exaggerated lines, which is bold and impactful. The figures in the picture seem to break free from the shackles of tradition and are full of vitality and passion.
Lin Hezhi looked at the wild red outline in the painting, and couldn't help but think of Su Manqing's flying skirt when she was spinning in the Dahua Ballroom last night. That passionate scene seemed to have some kind of wonderful connection with the painting in front of him.
"These painters of the Xi school are like trumpeters of the times," he blurted out, his words full of admiration for Xi school painting. But then he hastily added: "Of course, they are a bit rough and lack the delicacy and subtlety of traditional painting."
"A rough talent." Su Manqing suddenly pressed the fan bone against his chest, and the touch of the fan bone came through his shirt, bringing a hint of coolness.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with intelligence. "Just like Mr. Lin's article, if it was written in a lukewarm way, it would be inappropriate. Something of the school should have the edge of the school."
The two of them appreciated each painting one after another, enthusiastically discussing the style, techniques and emotions behind the paintings.
During their communication, they found that they had many similar views on art, and they also gained a lot of inspiration from each other's viewpoints.
Sometimes they would marvel at the exquisite details of a painting, and sometimes they would argue over different artistic viewpoints, but every argument allowed them to have a deeper understanding of each other's thoughts.
Before they knew it, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on them through the windows of the exhibition hall.
Lin Hezhi looked at Su Manqing with his eyes full of admiration and love. Her face looked particularly beautiful in the afterglow, as if emitting a unique glow.
Su Manqing also raised her head slightly and met Lin Hezhi's eyes. At this moment, they seemed to have found a resonance of souls in the world of art.
Everything around them seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the two of them, immersed in this wonderful artistic atmosphere and each other's emotions.
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