At this time, the two had walked from the photography hall A to the art hall C, and Xie Ning pointed to a large and small art exhibition hall.
He just wanted to use this to get rid of Zhuang Yan's meaningful expression, but when he wandered around this exhibition hall, he found that these paintings happened to be his favorite style.
He simply slowed down and admired the past piece by piece.
Zhuang Yan had long legs and caught up with him without taking two steps: "The paintings in this pavilion are quite good, do you like them?"
Shane nodded.
"The painter should be young," he said.
Zhuang Yan was curious: "Can you see this?"
Xie Ning smiled unobviously: "It's just a guess. His paintings are very imaginative, many of which are imaginative, with lively brushstrokes and bold use of colors. The style of painters who have been famous for a long time will be more stable."
Zhuang Yan raised his lips and praised him: "Amazing."
Xie Ning blushed at his straightforward words, pursed his lips, and continued to walk forward with a bit of embarrassment.
Finally he stopped before a painting.
The painting is of a flying bird.
Its wings seemed to be injured, stained with a touch of blood, but still unyieldingly rushed out of the hazy clouds, and flew towards the light above.
Zhuang Yan immediately thought of the tattoo on Xie Ning's wrist.
It is also a bird, of course, it looks very different, but it feels very similar.
They are all meanings of not yielding to darkness, of longing for freedom and light.
Zhuang Yan's eyes softened and he asked softly, "Do you like this one?"
This painting is for exhibition only, not for sale. Xie Ning was still a little hesitant. Zhuang Yan had already asked the staff next to him.
If the staff expresses that they want to buy it, it depends on the intention of the artist himself.
The painter in this pavilion really looked very young as Xie Ning said, but Xie Ning still guessed a little wrong.
It's her, not him.
The female painter looks two years younger than Xie Ning, with a delicate appearance and a very outstanding temperament, which makes people feel good at first sight.
She thought it was Xie Ning who bought the painting, but she looked embarrassed.
"My teacher also likes this painting. I planned to give it to my teacher as a gift after the exhibition. It is not for sale." She smiled apologetically at Xie Ning.
There was a hint of disappointment on Xie Ning's face, but no matter how much he liked this painting, he would not take away the beloved of others.
He shook his head: "That's fine."
The female artist said: "There are not many people who like this painting. Most people think that the composition of this painting is messy and the colors are not harmonious enough... My teacher also said the same."
Xie Ning thought for a while: "But the mood is very good. With this, the other flaws will not hide the good."
The female painter seemed to smile: "I can hear people's comments like this, and this painting of mine is worth it."
She took Xie Ning to see other paintings: "These are also my works. If you like it, just pick one and go back. I won't charge you."
Xie Ning was stunned: "How about that?"
Both of them are learning to draw, and after chatting a few words, they have a taste of deep conversation.
Xie Ning thought she could have her own booth in an art exhibition at such a young age. Obviously, she has achieved a lot, and her personality is expected to be a little more arrogant.
Guessing that after communicating, I found that she has a gentle personality, extraordinary vision but not flamboyant, unique insights without appearing perverse.
Even someone like Xie Ning, who is not good at communication, unknowingly chatted with her a few more words.
Zhuang Yan, who was leaning against the door, couldn't help but coughed twice, interrupting them.
The female artist turned her head to look at him subconsciously and was stunned: "Zhuang Yan... Senior?"
Zhuang Yan was also stunned when he heard the words, but looking at her appearance at this moment, it was a bit familiar.
He thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a name: "Song Qingqing?"
Song Qingqing gave him a generous smile: "I didn't expect to meet the senior here, I thought the senior was still abroad."
Zhuang Yan responded, "It's not long since I returned to China."
Song Qingqing was Zhuang Yan's schoolgirl when she was studying abroad. Because they were both Chinese, the two had a good relationship. After graduation, they occasionally had contact, but they gradually faded away.
Xie Ning opened his eyes wide, looked at Song Qingqing, and then looked at Zhuang Yan, wondering how they suddenly recognized their relatives.
It doesn't matter if there was a star before, why is there a school girl emerging now
Xie Ning pursed his lips unhappily.
Song Qingqing's eyes also swept across them, showing a thoughtful expression: "You are..."
Zhuang Yanyang raised the ticket in his hand: "I'm free, let's watch the exhibition together."
Song Qingqing was stunned.
The two exchanged a few old sentences, and Zhuang Yan brought up the painting again: "My friend really likes that painting."
Song Qingqing hesitated for a while.
Zhuang Yan was not in a hurry, turned around and asked Xie Ning, "Is it cold?"
Xie Ning shook his head blankly: "It's okay."
There are many people in the exhibition hall, and there is air conditioning, which is quite warm.
Zhuang Yanchang took the coat he was holding into his arms: "Since you don't wear it, let me take it."
Xie Ning: "...It doesn't weigh much."
Zhuang Yan smiled lightly.
Song Qingqing thought about it for a long time, and finally smiled helplessly at Zhuang Yan: "Okay, who made me owe you too much before, this painting will be given to you."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "It's not like I can't afford this money."
Song Qingqing: "...I'm not short of this money now."
She turned her head and saw Xie Ning next to her, but she seemed to remember something, her brows moved slightly, and she changed her mind: "Of course I don't mind if you want to give money, do you need me to add a Happy Valentine's Day next to the signature? ?"
Zhuang Yan smiled: "Everything is fine."
Song Qingqing suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and asked Xie Ning's name softly.
Xie Ning replied: "Thank you, thank you, Ning Ning."
"Xie Ning?" Song Qingqing wrote the name, wondering where she had heard it.
Zhuang Yan asked casually, "Why, do you know him?"
Song Qingqing shook her head.
Zhuang Yan and Xie Ning didn't think Song Qingqing would know him either. They only thought that she had heard similar names occasionally. After all, the word Xie Ning was not special.
But when she was about to leave, Song Qingqing suddenly said, "I remember!"
Zhuang Yan asked, "What?"
"Xie Ning." Song Qingqing said, "I think I heard Aunt Xia Wan mention it."
Xie Ning was taken aback.
Song Qingqing continued: "Aunt Xia Wan said that she has a son, and her name is Xie Ning."
As she spoke, she glanced at Xie Ning curiously.
Xia Wan
Xie Ning pursed his lips.
After Song Qingqing said this, he also remembered it.
During the Chinese New Year, Xia Wan mentioned to him a girl who studied art and wanted to arrange for them to meet, but Xie Ning refused.
It turned out that what she wanted to introduce was Song Qingqing.
Xie Ning thought that Xia Wan should have given up, but unexpectedly, she still went to see Song Qingqing in private.
Listening to Song Qingqing's tone, the two are quite familiar, and they should have met at least several times.
also mentioned him...
Xie Ning's expression slowly cooled down.
Seeing that his face was wrong, Song Qingqing thought she had made a mistake, and smiled awkwardly: "It may also be the same name and surname."
Xie Ning shook his head: "That's my mother."
Song Qingqing was stunned.
Xie Ning didn't look at her anymore, and subconsciously pulled Zhuangyan's hand.
His palms were sweaty and sticky.
Zhuang Yan has a slight addiction to cleanliness. Xie Ning was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so he let go as soon as he pulled it.
Unexpectedly, he was detained by Zhuang Yan.
Seemingly realizing that Xie Ning didn't want to bring up this topic, Zhuang Yan took his hand generously and waved at Song Qingqing: "Let's go first."
Museum C used to be a sculpture exhibition hall with a long aisle in the middle.
I don't know if it was because of the terrain. The wind in the aisle was particularly strong. Xie Ning shivered and his back sank.
Zhuang Yan put his coat on him at some point.
"Are you thirsty?" Zhuang Yan asked.
Xie Ning shook his head: "It's okay."
Having said that, when passing the vending machine, Zhuang Yan still bought a bottle of drink and held it in his hand, for fear that he would be thirsty when he was halfway there.
Zhuang Yan asked as he walked, "What are you thinking about?"
Xie Ning replied subconsciously, "I'm thinking about Song Qingqing."
After speaking, both of them were stunned.
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows to look at him: "miss her?"
The tone is not comfortable.
Xie Ning was not very comfortable when he thought of Song Qingqing he had just met.
This time it wasn't because she was Zhuang Yan's junior, but because of the Xia Wan she mentioned.
But he didn't want to mention these things in front of Zhuang Yan. He thought about it and asked, "I'm thinking about how you made her change her mind and be willing to sell our painting."
Zhuang Yan's expression improved slightly: "Well, she used to study abroad and went to the same school as me. At that time, the treatment of Chinese abroad was not good, and she was a girl with no experience, so she was almost deceived."
"I thought she was a compatriot, so I helped him a few times." Zhuang Yan continued, "Later, something went wrong with her courses. If she got stuck, she might have to finish it. At that time, she had already obtained a degree from an art academy. I don’t want to go wrong with the recommendation letter, so I asked me for a favor.”
In this way, it is really not difficult for Zhuang Yan to ask her for only one painting.
Xie Ning smiled: "You have always been very nice."
Zhuang Yan bent the corners of his lips noncommittally, as if he liked hearing Xie Ning comment on him.
In fact, when Song Qingqing was alone in the past, she suddenly met Zhuang Yan, a handsome and handsome person who had touched her a few times. She said it was impossible without her heartbeat.
It's just that Zhuang Yan didn't really mean it later, so he slowly let go of his heartbeat for a while.
Zhuang Yan naturally noticed, but he would not say these things in front of Xie Ning.
After such a large art exhibition, the two of them had a thin layer of sweat on their bodies when they were all finished.
"It's not too early." Zhuang Yan said, "I guess it's too late to cook when I get home, so I'm going to eat out today?"
Shainin glanced at his watch. Although he said it was 5 o'clock, it wasn't too late.
Zhuang Yan hurriedly said again, "I'm a little tired, and I don't really want to cook."
"Ah." When Xie Ning heard it, he didn't suspect him, "Then let's eat outside."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled again, and started the car.
If Zhuang Yan had prepared earlier, at least today's dinner would have to be carefully arranged, such as revolving restaurants and candlelight dinners.
But it was definitely difficult to reserve a seat temporarily. In the end, Zhuang Yan only took Xie Ning to a hotel where the seat could still be booked for a couple's package.
When the waiter checked out, he looked at the two of them and asked hesitantly, "Are you a couple?"
Shane looked suspiciously.
The waiter quickly explained: "That's it, today's Valentine's Day, if it's a couple's meal, there is a 50% discount."
Xie Ning was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, he heard Zhuang Yan holding his hand and confirmed, "Yes, we are a couple."
The waiter nodded and marked the bill.
Xie Ning looked at the back of the waiter leaving and opened his mouth.
After a long while, he still didn't call anyone, as if he acquiesced to Zhuang Yan's words.