The early spring in City B was as usual without much temperature, the temperature fluctuated willfully, without giving a certain number, people on the street fell into a situation of disorderly dressing.
"Congratulations." Yan Hai'an signed his name, handed a bouquet of blue hydrangea to Li Qing who was wearing a strapless dress, and complimented, "The place is nice."
Li Qing took it with one hand and hugged him warmly. The scent of light perfume on the two of them instantly mixed together, creating a frivolous intimacy.
"Thank you for coming," said her nearly forty-year-old face, which had been maintained so that no flaws could be seen, her face was radiant, exuding the feminine charm intertwined with nature and time. She looked at the people behind them with a smile on her face: "Yi Sheng? How is the new painting?"
Mo Yisheng was still looking around, with pure curiosity in his eyes, when he heard Li Qing's question, he turned his head: "I just thought about it."
"Take your time." Li Qing showed a sincere smile, and invited the two into the door, "I hang Yi Sheng's paintings in a conspicuous place, and you can see them as soon as you enter. You can do whatever you want, and I will come later." Looking for you."
These words are obviously just polite. No matter how many people come today, she, the gallery owner, is the real protagonist. Yan Haian knew that she must be very busy, and said wittily: "Then let's go in first."
Li Qing's new gallery is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. It is located on the top floor of a high-end commercial center in the city. It takes up half a floor. The entire gallery is in the shape of a zigzag, with high ceilings and bright lights. The museum is close. It's just that although the overly cold decoration shows a sense of high-end, but with the air conditioner with an inappropriate temperature, it makes people feel a little uncomfortable.
At this time, quite a few people had arrived, but the thick carpet absorbed the footsteps, and the visitors were all unwilling to lose their identity, so the gallery didn't seem too noisy.
Mo Yisheng was still a little anxious at first, but now he calmed down and looked carefully at the various paintings on the wall. Detailed information was marked under each painting, including the name, author and size of the painting. But Yan Haian paid more attention to the crowd. Li Qing's contacts in this province are very strong. Many of the people who came today are well-known painters, and even people from associations, so they have saved enough face in the industry.
There is only one painting hanging on the snow-white wall directly opposite the corridor. The dark background and light-colored characters highlight the perfect balance of the picture. The elastic lines flexibly divide the color blocks and outlines, outlining a boy The bust, the posture and appearance are as youthful and handsome as in Greek myths and legends, and the exposed one shoulder is round and white. He was facing the picture, with a trace of curiosity in his deep but clean eyes, staring at everyone who admired him.
The label under the painting says the author: Mo Yisheng.
Mo Yisheng walked by without looking, but Yan Haian stopped and looked carefully.
After taking two steps to see if the person didn't follow, Mo Yisheng turned around and asked helplessly and puzzled, "Why haven't you seen enough?"
Yan Haian watched the painting from the sketch to the finished product. He probably knew the details of the painting as well as the author himself. Mo Yisheng couldn't figure out what else to see.
Hearing this, Yan Hai'an turned his head and smiled: "I like your paintings."
Although my good friend is not rigid, he is somewhat serious in the world and rarely laughs. When he smiled at this time, Mo Yisheng laughed as if infected: "You have said it many times. gone."
The vibrating sound escaped from his pocket, and Yan Haian took out his phone and walked to a place where there were few people: "Hello? Well, I see, I was supposed to call you in the next few days. Next Friday you Do you have time? Well, about that time."
In the first two years, Mo Yisheng's paintings could not be sold at a high price. In order to make ends meet, the two opened an instant studio. The rent renewal was signed once a year, and another year passed in a blink of an eye. But Mo Yisheng didn't have to worry about anything other than teaching the get out of class, and left everything to Yan Haian.
After answering the phone in a concise manner, Yan Haian turned around and noticed that there were a few more people beside Mo Yisheng. Only Li Qing knew him, and the others were all strangers.
He walked over quickly, just in time to hear Li Qing introducing: "This is Boss Sun Yansun."
The man she introduced laughed suddenly, interrupted her and said to Mo Yisheng: "What kind of boss, just a vagrant, just call me Sun Yan."
Sun Yan is the tallest of the four, even taller than Yan Haian, who is 1.76 meters tall. He has thin cheeks, bright eyebrows, and an orthodox Asian appearance, but his facial features are deeper than ordinary people , especially the bridge of the nose is straight, towering and beautiful.
Even Li Qing made a special trip to accompany him, and his status is not ordinary. Such a person is undoubtedly conspicuous, and he is humble and seems to know his own advantages. Although he is polite when he smiles, But there is always a little cynicism in his demeanor.
Yan Haian walked up to them and greeted everyone. The other person is Xu Ke. Yan Haian met Li Qing in his previous gallery. He is also a new painter, but his paintings are not as pleasing to the eye as his appearance. There is too much craftsmanship. Li Qing never pays much attention to him. Today, there is a still life of Xu Ke hanging on the wall of the new gallery. Yan Hai'an was still puzzled just now, but now he sees that Xu Ke should have come with Sun Yan, so he understands a little bit.
Xu Ke herself was self-aware and was very polite to everyone. Sun Yan's eyes just glanced over Yan Hai'an, as if he was just something unworthy of attention, and then returned to Mo Yisheng: "Is this painting on the wall painted by Yi Sheng?"
Yan Haian frowned slightly.
Sun Yan, he has heard of this name before. After all, if he wants to mix in the art circle of City B, he must understand the situation of the circle here. The Sun family started their business from real estate, and they ranked high on the list of the richest. Sun Yan has an older brother who is now the person in charge of the Sun family. He himself is famous in the circle for having a good time, not being jealous, and eating both men and women.
In Yan Hai'an's opinion, four words are enough to describe him: playboy.
I really didn't expect to meet a real person here today. To be honest, Sun Yan is much more energetic than Yan Haian imagined, but this still can't change his image in Yan Haian's eyes.
This kind of person will only bring endless troubles, and Yan Hai'an is absolutely unwilling to let Mo Yisheng deal with him.
Li Qing is the most eye-catching, and immediately said: "Yi Sheng's painting is very appealing and very popular. Many people have inquired about the price of this painting. Mr. Sun is also interested?"
Sun Yan smiled and did not hide his appreciation for Mo Yisheng: "The painting is like a man."
After speaking, he looked back and forth between Huahua and Mo Yisheng, and added: "It's very beautiful."
It's a bit strange to describe a man as beautiful, but Mo Yisheng really deserves this comment. He is obsessed with painting, and he is a little ignorant of the world. The almost innocent temperament plays a finishing touch in the perfect facial features. This kind of beauty sometimes even blurs the gender, so that he can always be in the crowd. Clear and eye-catching.
He stood in front of the painting, facing the idyll boy, and the beauty that echoed each other was impressive.
Mo Yisheng was a little puzzled. This made him look cleaner. In the end, he only thought that Sun Yan was praising him, and said hesitantly, "Thank you."
Xu Ke, who was completely ignored, remained silent from the beginning to the end, looked at Mo Yisheng calmly, and then looked at Sun Yan with a smile.
Yan Haian felt annoyed for a while.
With an inexplicable smile, Sun Yan said to Li Qing, "I want this painting. Does Yi Sheng have any other works?"
A deal was inadvertently led to a deal. Although Mo Yisheng's beautiful and comprehensible paintings have never worried about selling, Li Qing is still very happy: "It's all sold. If Mr. Sun likes it, You can look at other similar styles."
Sun Yan snorted, "Sure enough, you are welcome."
He turned to Mo Yisheng: "It's a pity, I got to know you too late, can you let me know when the next work comes out?"
It is always a pleasure to be appreciated and valued by others. Mo Yisheng's impression of this Mr. Sun has become very good: "Then you have to wait for a while, I have just started."
"It's okay, this kind of waiting is worth it." Sun Yan raised his brows and smiled, "But I'm curious about what theme you plan to paint in your next painting. Have you already thought about it?"
Mo Yisheng likes to chat with people about painting the most, and immediately opened the chatter box: "It's a story in Greek mythology. I want to paint a series."
Yan Hai'an, who was silently observing from the side, took a deep breath secretly, trying not to wrinkle his brows more tightly. Although he decides everything between the two of them, he never hinders Mo Yisheng from communicating with others outside. Mo Yisheng doesn't care about these things, but he has to think about them. He doesn't want others to feel that Mo Yisheng Life is controlled by people.
But now if he doesn't speak again, the Samoyed at home will be abducted.
Yan Hai'an put on a suitable smile on his face: "Yi Sheng, I just said on the phone that there is something wrong with the studio. We probably have to go back."
"Huh?" Mo Yisheng asked back without any thought, "What's wrong?"
Yan Hai'an smiled without saying a word, with an expression of "this is a personal matter that cannot be discussed in front of others". The people present are all good people, so naturally they will not ask ignorant questions.
Sensing a sharp gaze on the side of his face, Yan Haian looked back generously, and when he met Sun Yan's indifferent gaze, he smiled apologetically: "I'm so sorry."
Li Qing saw the way, hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the delicate-looking Xu Ke, and said to Mo Yisheng: "Since you have all been here before, if you have something to do, go first."
"Thank you, I wish you a prosperous business." Yan Hai'an patted Mo Yisheng on the back, "Then let's go first."
Mo Yisheng was a man who didn't understand the world, and he always listened to Yan Haian's words, so he nodded and followed him.
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Ku Yasi... Sun Yan X Yan Hai'an, Jiyou said that the two people in front have a cannon fodder face, so don't make a mistake hahaha. Expected to end within 200,000 words