Almost as soon as they arrived, He Jing couldn't wait to say, "Sixth Brother, this place is so big, let's split up and explore."
Yan Hanxi's expression shifted slightly, and his thin lips curled up into a subtle smile.
Racheal readily agreed, and he spoke to the group in English: “There are famous paintings as well as paintings by novice painters, from many different schools. We can visit the exhibition areas that interest us.”
He Chen glanced sideways at Yan Hanxi, then looked at He Jing, understanding the situation, and said without changing his expression, "Okay."
“Well…” He Jing didn’t dare to look He Chen in the eye, and said in an extremely soft and honest voice, “I’ll go with Yan Hanxi over there.”
She was afraid He Chen would disagree, so she lowered her head nervously. However, He Chen did not seem to object. He simply told Yan Hanxi, "Please take good care of my sister, Young Master Yan."
Yan Hanxi smiled brightly: "Of course."
So, He Jing and Yan Hanxi broke away from the group and headed in a certain direction.
He Xiaoguo was very puzzled: "Sixth Brother, where did Sister and Brother Xiaoxi go?"
He Chen ruffled his hair: "Go buy us ice cream."
Racheal understood the meaning behind He Chen's words, his eyes filled with a profound meaning.
...
He Jing and Yan Hanxi arrived at the Impressionist oil painting exhibition area. The paintings hanging on the wall were all very abstract, with Van Gogh's "Starry Night" being the largest, and Monet's "Water Lilies" hanging next to it. Of course, they were all imitations.
He Jing didn't know much about Western painting art and planned to listen to Yan Hanxi explain it to her. Yan Hanxi gave a brief explanation but didn't seem very interested in it. Instead, she said, "I like traditional Chinese painting."
In other words, ink wash painting and the like, which suited his taste perfectly.
He Jing said, "Let's just wander around and go back when we get bored."
Visiting the oil painting gallery was part of Racheal's experience, and also a chance to get a feel for the local culture and customs.
Yan Hanxi stopped in his tracks: "How could I be bored when I'm alone?"
He leaned down and picked up a strand of He Jing's hair from her chest. "Model student, aren't you underestimating me a little?"
He stared intently at He Jing, his eyes sparkling with a smile as bright as the sunlight outside.
He Jing only needed to make eye contact with him for one glance to almost be captivated by him. She looked away and said somewhat awkwardly, "If it's not fun, there's no need to force it. There's a saying that being bored is a serious waste of life."
"So what if it's a waste?" Yan Hanxi shrugged, looking quite nonchalant. Just as He Jing was wondering what to say, he pointed to the couples on the street nearby, "Want some?"
In the grand hall, almost every girl in a passing couple was holding a bouquet of daisies.
He Jing suddenly remembered that daisies were the locals' favorite flower. They were everywhere, not only on the streets but also in their homes. Their love for daisies bordered on fanaticism, so they imbued them with beautiful meaning and gave them an incredibly romantic flower language—
A love that goes deep into the heart.
"don't want."
They're not officially a couple yet.
Yan Hanxi still bought her a bouquet. He placed the yellow and white daisies in her arms and said, "I recently updated my dating guide. It says that when pursuing a girl, you need to find ways to add dating tags to increase the romantic impression."
He Jing: "?"
"For example, we visited an oil painting museum together today, but if we weren't together, you might visit the same museum with someone else in the future, so the memory of visiting the museum becomes replaceable."
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