After all, in Dongchen Country, it is rare to meet foreigners who can speak Chinese, so Old Lady Zhao Wanqin was very impressed by Shangguan Luo.
Especially the other person's exquisite mixed-race appearance made her unforgettable at first sight.
It is obvious that this young man should have received Western education since childhood, but his father is from Kyushu.
…
There are many excellent works in the exhibition.
There are a few paintings that Zhao Wanqin also wants to buy home for collection.
Without waiting for her to walk away and take a closer look, Shangguan Luo came straight up to her.
He had a smile on his face.
"Are you the old lady who set up a stall in Art Street last time? My name is Shangguan Luo, nice to meet you."
Shangguan Luo's accent was still a little impure. When he said "Nice to meet you", it sounded like he was talking nonsense for some reason. Fortunately, his voice was so magnetic that it didn't make people laugh.
The old lady of the Zhao family looked at Shangguan Luo's handsome and young face and nodded and smiled.
"Yes, hello, my name is Zhao Wanqin. You are not calling me Ms. this time, but Grandma? I am a few dozen years older than you, but I still like to hear Ms.."
Shangguan Luo was calm and composed in the face of Zhao Wanqin's teasing.
"No, you have always been an elegant lady."
As he spoke, Shangguan Luo gracefully lowered his head, took Zhao Wanqin's weak and thin hand, and kissed it politely.
"Hello, elegant lady."
Seeing that Shangguan Luo was so good at making people happy, Zhao Wanqin smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.
"If I were younger, even if I were ten years older than you, I would probably fall in love with you, but unfortunately my grandson is almost your age now."
"I've never seen a young boy like you who can make people happy."
"What does it matter? You obviously like me now."
Shangguan Luo seemed not to mind the teasing tone in Zhao Wanqin's words at all. He extended his hand generously and pointed at the painting "The Girl Beyond the Clouds" behind Zhao Wanqin.
In the picture, the sky is azure blue, with cotton-like clouds occupying most of the drawing paper. Outside the bridge railing in the distance, a young girl is leaning against the railing, revealing half of her profile.
The picture is quiet and beautiful.
There is a heart-pounding feeling.
…
"Excuse me, when did the bidding for this painting start? I looked for your paintings that were up for auction before, but I don't think I saw this one."
Shangguan Luo looked so sincere that old lady Zhao Wanqin felt a little awkward.
"Uh... well, this painting is not for sale. It is only used for this exhibition. I have prepared all the paintings for auction in advance."
Hearing what Zhao Wanqin said, Shangguan Luo frowned slightly.
"So there's no possibility of selling it? I really like this painting, and I even asked someone to get me a ticket to attend the exhibition."
When I went to the Art Street before, I happened to witness Ye Linlang acting as a model for Zhao Wanqin.
Bright eyes and white teeth, naturally without any embellishment.
Shangguan Luo suddenly felt that the scene was very beautiful, so he had the idea of collecting this painting exclusively.
…
Old lady Zhao Wanqin was also very embarrassed. If she had known that this young man didn't know how to joke, she should have made it clear at the Art Street.
Because the scale of this international art exhibition is quite high, ordinary people cannot get tickets.
So Zhao Wanqin was careless.
Old Mrs. Zhao was in a dilemma.
"I really don't want to sell this painting. I like it very much. How about this? I have many other paintings on display here. If you want, how about I give you one for free?"
This is already a huge concession.
Zhao Wanqin is a well-known figure in the international painting world. If you take a painting like this back as a collection, it may even appreciate in value if you keep it at home.
Zhao Wanqin thought that Shangguan Luo would stop when she said that, but she didn't expect that he looked very calm and just waved his hand at Zhao Wanqin.
"That's not necessary. I just love that one painting."
"I see... I'm so sorry."
Knowing that the other party was unwilling to accept her compensation, Zhao Wanqin was helpless.
What else can I do? Just let it sit.
…
Just when Zhao Wanqin felt embarrassed, she suddenly heard Shangguan Luo's not very fluent Chinese voice slowly ringing out.
"From your introduction, it seems that you are a visiting professor at T University, right? The introduction board above also seems to say that you can hold painting tutorial classes?"
Zhao Wanqin was stunned when she heard this, and looked towards Shangguan Luo, only to find that Shangguan Luo had stopped in front of her booth at some point, staring at her official introduction.
"Yes, what, young man, are you interested in learning the art of painting?"
"Yes! Of course!"
Shangguan Luo smiled gently, her innocent little deer eyes sparkling and charming.
"I'm worried that there's no suitable painting class to accept me, so can I become your apprentice?"
Zhao Wanqin was dazzled by that smile and was so dizzy that she couldn't react for a moment.
"Oh, sure!"
When my brain came back to its senses, I realized what promise I had made.
Being a student in a painting class is completely different from becoming an apprentice.
Among those in their line of work, how many can be called disciples
The so-called painting classes only teach some basic skills.
There is still a long way to go before you can become a disciple.
Zhao Wanqin wanted to go back on her word, but when she looked at Shangguan Luo's handsome mixed-race face, she found that the words were on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't say them, and could only laugh dryly.
"Okay, then come when the time comes."
Old Mrs. Zhao really wanted to cry, and she didn't know whether Shangguan Luo understood what she just said.
At this moment, Shangguan Luo suddenly raised his head and looked at her with shining eyes.
"Um, Master, is the girl who served as your model at the Art Street my senior sister?"
"… "
Zhao Wanqin was choked.
It turns out that he went through so much trouble not to come here to learn skills, but to pick up girls instead
After realizing this, Zhao Wanqin felt a lot more relaxed.
She is old and doesn't really like to take on disciples.
If Shangguan Luo falls in love with the little girl named Ye, that would be a good idea. She just happens to be in the period of heartbreak, so it would be nice for her to find someone else.
"No, that's not your senior sister, but she may very well become your junior sister."
Shangguan Luo felt a little disappointed when he heard the first half of the sentence, but he immediately became excited when he heard the second half!
"Oh! That's good!"
…
Poor Ye Linlang, who was still a thousand meters away, had no idea when the two people had targeted her.
She was listening to a course on spoken English.
After all, she had just arrived in Dongchen Country. Although her English had improved greatly, her oral communication was still not good enough.
Then suddenly, he sneezed loudly.
Hey, who is thinking about her
(End of this chapter)