"Qinglan, you can enjoy the scenery with peace of mind, leave the art exhibition to me, and I will definitely do it for you beautifully." Daniel patted his chest.
Although Shen Qinglan is a lazy person, it is really good for him, the salary is high, the treatment is good, and the most important thing is that there is less trouble, and complaints are complaints, but Daniel never regretted that he agreed to be Shen Qinglan's agent.
"Daniel, is there an auction in Beijing recently, one of which is my work?" Shen Qinglan asked, remembering what Shen Junyu told her.
"Yes what's the matter?"
"I won't participate in this auction. I have another use for that piece of work."
"But… "
"You tell the person in charge of the auction house, and then I will send two works to him for auction."
"Okay, no problem," Daniel assured.
Although it is said that the sudden withdrawal of the auction items at the time of the auction is very bad, especially this kind of charity auction, but if there are more works to be added later, I believe the owner of the auction will also be very happy.
And Daniel won't let the other party lose again. There are no cold autumn works, and there are other people's works.
After finishing the call with Daniel, Shen Qinglan also went to the place.
Shen Qinglan went straight to sleep after taking a shower, and it was dawn.
Looking at the sky, the sky was clear, she wore a casual shirt and a sun hat, and went out.
Hangzhou is a typical water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Although it is a provincial capital, it has mountains and rivers, bridges and homes.
In September, it is the sweet-scented osmanthus season, and the city is filled with a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.
Shen Qinglan was walking on the street. This is an old street. The house is an antique wooden structure. There is a bluestone road in the middle, and there are row upon row of shops on both sides. You can eat, play, use, wear, wear... everything.
There are three musts in Hangzhou: Longjing, silk and paper fans, all of which can be found on this street.
There was a sweet smell in the air, with a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, which was the smell of sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Shen Qinglan followed the fragrance to find the shop.
The sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus cake was neatly arranged in the cabinet. She bought a piece and took a bite. The soft and waxy sweetness spread in her mouth, mixed with a faint aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus, which was sweet but not greasy.
Shen Qinglan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she liked the taste very much. She picked up her mobile phone, took a photo, opened the address book to find Fu Hengyi's number, hesitated for a moment, and clicked send.
Instead of looking at the reply, she bought a few more sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in her hand and continued to visit the next store.
There was an old artist blowing sugar on the street, Shen Qinglan stopped, watched silently for a while, took out his mobile phone and took a picture when the old artist was not paying attention.
On this day, she went to Kuiyuan Restaurant, one of the top ten most famous noodle restaurants in Hangzhou. She ate sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Dingsheng cake, and the most authentic West Lake Longjing. She found that West Lake Longjing and sweet-scented osmanthus cake are the perfect match.
On this day, there were several more photos in Fu Hengyi's mobile phone, an old artist blowing sugar; a cup of tea fragrant Longjing; a light yellow, bitten sweet-scented osmanthus cake with a shallow tooth on it Yin; a little girl running with two pigtails, but smiling like flowers... and a cold figure standing under the blue sky, with a beautiful profile, misty rain Jiangnan seems to bring this face too A touch of tenderness, shallow, gently.
Fu Hengyi returned to the dormitory at night, looked at the photos on his mobile phone, his eyes were full of smiles, and called Shen Qinglan.
Shen Qinglan is drawing with a brush at the moment. After going out for a day today, she has a lot of inspiration in her mind, and she wants to draw them.
"Did you sleep?" Fu Hengyi asked.
Shen Qinglan glanced at the half-painted work and shook her head, "Not yet, how about you?"
"just came back."
"Did you have a good time today?"
happy? Shen Qinglan thought that she was happy, and she didn't even remember how many years she hadn't had such a relaxation.
It's just that she, who has always been introverted, can't say happy words, just a faint "um".
"Next time, I'll go with you, okay?"
Shen Qinglan's expression froze, "Okay!" His eyes were as gentle as mountains and rivers.
After picking up the phone, Shen Qinglan looked at the half-finished work on the easel, picked up the sketchbook on the side, and with just a few strokes, a man's face was outlined on it, with a three-dimensional outline, distinct facial features, and a straight nose. , it is Fu Hengyi.
Shen Qinglan looked at the person in the pen and was a little dazed.
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