The rest time is almost over, Zheng Yu'an just made himself a cup of coffee, Qin Hanguan is still struggling with the "love period", Zheng Yu'an held the cup and joked: "If you want a real boyfriend and girlfriend, what else do you want to do, go to bed directly Got it."
Qin Hanguan looked like "you really dare to talk big" and said, "It's Yan Shuwang, what are you thinking?"
Zheng Yu'an said lightly: "That's fine. The few appointments I made with him were nothing, they were just like ordinary friends."
Saturday's pottery exhibition is a must, even if Yan Shuwang's attitude is ambiguous, Zheng Yu'an is not the kind of character who will run away.
Furthermore, among adults, there is nothing to avoid. The financial circle is so big, and Yan Shuwang is still a figure at the top of the pyramid in the center circle. Don't say that Zheng Yu'an offended him, it's too late to flatter.
The True Color Art Museum is not far from Guo Lane. There is a parking lot inside. It is not big, but it is enough. Zheng Yu'an went there as a friend of Yan Shuwang, so he didn't contact Andai and drove to the place by himself.
Bai Jian has come to Suzhou many times, and he is already well-known in the ceramic art circle. He has opened exhibitions, not to mention the same interests, and people outside the circle are attracted by his reputation. Zheng Yuan also specially bought a bunch of flowers this time, and handed them over at the door. White room.
"I heard that Mr. Yan invited you here?" Bai Jian was holding the gypsophila star tied into a flower ball. He looked at it very much, and handed it to Zheng Yu'an's autograph book, "Leave a name?"
Zheng Yu'an laughed while writing: "Mr. Bai is expanding customers, do you still need a return visit?"
Bai Jian was embarrassed by what he said, and pretended to hit him with flowers, but Zheng Yuan didn't hide, turned the signature book with a smile, and saw Yan Shuwang's name.
"Mr. Yan is already here?" he asked.
Bai Jian nodded: "It's inside."
After Zheng Yu'an said hello, he went inside to find someone, looked at two exhibition rooms, and saw Yan Shuwang in the one on the far left.
The museum is not big, the structure design upstairs and downstairs is very clever, the hall downstairs has an extension platform, on the platform is planted a young pine, the shadows of the pine needles are scattered and mottled, reflected on the wall, and the branches stretch out, occupying the space. With the size of half a wall, Songying occasionally swayed, so there was a sense of Zen.
Yan Shuwang was standing in front of the shadow, with his long hair tied back on his shoulders.
For some reason, Zheng Yu'an thought of a poem "Panasonic establishes a gentleman, a gentleman is like the bright moon".
In order to create the effect of light and shadow, the lighting on the stage was also very particular. When Yan Shuwang turned his head and saw Zheng Yu'an, the white light happened to cover his face, softening his eyebrows.
Zheng Yu'an watched him come over. From light to dark, light and shadow on Yan Shuwang's face overlapped, and every frame was like a drawn beauty.
"When did you come?" Yan Shuwang approached him and asked.
Zheng Yu'an seemed to have finally woken up, looked away a little embarrassedly, and said after a while, "It's not too long since I came here."
Yan Shuwang nodded and said, "Go to the second floor and have a look."
Bai Jian's works are mainly arranged on the first floor, and the second floor is the studio display, but there are a lot of people gathered. Zheng Yu'an brought Yan Shuwang up, and he met a few familiar faces.
Yan Shuwang also has acquaintances, obviously not in the same circle as Zheng Yu'an. The two were forced to separate. Zheng Yu'an couldn't help but look at Yan Shuwang while talking.
He suddenly remembered the sentence Andai said, "People clearly divide the circle, you are here, they are there, you can't get through, and they don't want to come."
"Mr. Zheng, why doesn't your face look so good?" The person on the side asked worriedly.
Zheng Yuan was stunned for a while, then reluctantly said: "It's hot, maybe a little stuffy."
He chatted with the person perfunctorily, and then raised his head again, his eyes met Yan Shuwang, who was separated from him by the aisle in the middle, his eyes glued quietly.
The people beside Yan Shuwang seemed very curious. After asking a few questions, Yan Shuwang shook his head. He stretched out his hand, looked at Zheng Yuan, and said calmly, "Zheng Yuan, come here."
"Zheng Yu'an."
Yan Shuwang stretched out his hand patiently, his brows rose slightly, the corners of his eyes seemed to spread a smile, and he repeated: "Come to me."