Chapter 49

At this time, they had already gone from photography gallery a to art gallery C. Xie Ning casually pointed to a no small art gallery.

He just wanted to get rid of Zhuang Yan's meaningful expression. However, after wandering around the exhibition hall, he found that these paintings just happened to be his favorite style.

He simply slowed down and appreciated the past one by one.

Zhuang Yan had long legs and caught up with him without two steps: "the paintings in this exhibition hall are quite good. Do you like them?"

Xie Ning nodded.

"The painter should be young." He said.

Zhuang Yan was curious: "can you see all this?"

"It's just guessing. His painting imagination is very rich, a lot of content is unconstrained, the brushwork is lively, the use of color is also very bold, the long-standing painter's style will be more stable

Zhuangyan raised his lips and praised him: "it's very powerful."

Xie Ning was so straightforward that his face was red, pursed her lips, and continued to walk forward with a bit of embarrassment.

At last he stopped in front of a picture.

In the picture is a bird flying with wings.

Its wings seem to be injured, stained with light blood, but still unyielding to rush out of the haze of the clouds, toward the light overhead flying.

Zhuang Yan thought of the tattoo on Xie Ning's wrist for the first time.

It's also a bird. Of course, it's very different in shape, but it gives people a very similar feeling.

They are the moral of not succumbing to the dark, longing for freedom and light.

Zhuang Yan's eyes were soft and asked softly, "do you like this one?"

This painting is only for exhibition and not for sale. Xie Ning is still hesitant. Zhuang Yan has already asked the staff nearby.

If the staff members want to buy it, it depends on the painter himself.

The artists in this exhibition hall look 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. She has a beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament, which makes her feel good at first sight.

She thought it was Xie Ning who bought the painting, and she was embarrassed.

"My teacher also loves this painting. I intended to give it as a gift after the exhibition, but it is not for sale." She gave Schering an apologetic smile.

There was a glimmer of disappointment on his face, but no matter how much he liked the painting, he would not rob others of his beloved.

He shook his head. "That's fine."

The female painter said, "there are not many people who like this painting. Most people think that the composition of the painting is messy and the color is not harmonious enough That's what my teacher said

Xie Ning thought for a while: "but the artistic conception is very good. With this point, the other flaws can not hide the beauty."

The female painter seemed to smile: "if I can listen to people's evaluation, my painting is worth it."

She took Xie Ning to see other paintings: "these are also my works. If you like, you can choose one and go back. I won't charge you any money."

Xie Ning a Leng: "that how line."

Both of them were painting learners. After a few words, they had a little bit of a conversation.

Xie Ning thought that she could have her own booth in the art exhibition at such a young age. Obviously, she has made great achievements and her personality is expected to be a little more arrogant.

However, after communication, she found that she was mild in character, extraordinary in vision, but not publicized. She had unique views and did not appear to be perverse.

Even Xie Ning, who is not good at communication, unconsciously talked to her more.

Zhuang Yan, leaning against the door, coughed twice and interrupted them.

The female painter subconsciously turned her head to see him and was stunned: "Zhuang Yan A student? "

Zhuang Yan was stunned when she heard the speech. At this moment, she looked familiar.

He thought 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 a senior student here. I thought he was still abroad."

Zhuang Yan replied: "it's not long since I returned home."

Song Qingqing was Zhuang Yan's younger sister when she was studying abroad. Because they were both Chinese, they had a good friendship. After graduation, they also had contact with each other occasionally, but gradually declined.

Xie Ning opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingqing and Zhuang Yan. He didn't know how they suddenly recognized each other.

Even if there was a star before, how could a schoolgirl come out now?

Xie Ning pursed his lips in displeasure.

Song Qingqing's eyes also swept over them, revealing a thoughtful expression: "you are..."

Zhuang Yanyang raised the ticket in his hand: "it's just free. Let's see the exhibition together."

Song Qingqing suddenly appears.

After a few words, Zhuang Yan mentioned the painting again: "my friend really likes that one."

Song Qingqing hesitated for a moment.

Zhuang Yan was not in a hurry. He turned his head and asked Xie Ning, "is it cold?"Xie Ning shakes his head blankly: "OK."

There are many people in the exhibition hall, and there are air conditioning. It's very warm.

Zhuangyan reached out and took his coat into his arms: "since you don't wear it, let me take it."

Xie Ning: It doesn't weigh much. "

Zhuang Yan gave a faint smile.

After thinking for a long time, song Qingqing finally gave Zhuang Yan a helpless smile: "OK, who let me owe you too much before? This painting will be sent to you."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "I can't afford the money."

Song Qingqing said I'm not short of money now

She turned her head and saw Xie Ning beside her. She seemed to think of something. She moved her eyebrows slightly and changed her way: "of course, I don't mind if you want to give me money. Do you need me to add a happy Valentine's day to my signature?"

Zhuang Yan laughed: "all right."

Song Qingqing suppressed the impulse to roll her eyes and asked Xie Ning's name in a soft voice.

Xie Ning replied, "thank you for your thanks, peaceful Ning."

"Xie Ning?" Song Qingqing wrote down this name. I don't know where I heard it.

Zhuang Yan asked casually, "how do you know?"

Song Qingqing shook his head.

Zhuang Yan and Xie Ning don't think song Qingqing will know him, only if she has heard of similar names occasionally. After all, Xie Ning is not special.

But before leaving, song Qingqing suddenly said, "I remember!"

"What?" Zhuang Yan asked

"Xie Ning." Song Qingqing said, "I seem to have heard aunt Xia Wan mention it."

Xie Ning was stunned.

Song Qingqing then said, "aunt Xia Wan said that she had a son, and she was called Xie Ning."

As she spoke, she looked curiously at Xie Ning.

Xia Wan?

Xie Ning pursed his lips.

Song Qingqing said so, but he remembered.

During the Chinese new year, Xia Wan once mentioned a girl studying fine arts with him and wanted to arrange for them to meet, but Xie Ning refused.

It turns out that she is going to introduce song Qingqing.

Xie Ning thought that Xia Wan should have given up, but he still went to see song Qingqing in private.

Listen to song Qingqing's tone, two people are very familiar, should have met at least several times.

He was also mentioned

Xie Ning's expression slowly cooled down.

Song Qingqing saw that his face was not right, and thought that he was mistaken. He laughed awkwardly: "it may be the same name and surname."

Xie Ning shook his head: "that's my mother."

Song Qingqing was stunned.

However, Xie Ning did not look at her again and subconsciously went to pull Zhuang Yan's hand.

His palms were sweaty and sticky.

Zhuang Yan has a slight habit of cleanliness. Xie Ning is afraid that he will not feel well, so he releases his hand as soon as he reaches it.

However, Zhuang Yan was detained.

As if realizing that Xie Ning didn't want to mention this topic, Zhuang Yan took his hand and waved to song Qingqing: "we'll go first."

Art Gallery C used to be a sculpture hall with a long corridor in the middle.

I don't know if it's because of the terrain. The wind in the corridor is so strong that Xie Ning just shivers and sinks on his back.

Zhuang Yan didn't know when he put his coat on him.

"Thirsty or not?" Zhuang Yan asked.

Xie Ning shook his head: "OK."

In other words, when he passed the vending machine, Zhuang Yan still bought a bottle of drink and held it in his hand. He was afraid that he would be thirsty when he was halfway there.

As he walked, Zhuang Yan asked, "what are you thinking about?"

Xie Ning subconsciously replied: "thinking of song Qingqing."

Both of them were stunned.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows to see him: "miss her?"

The tone is not comfortable.

Xie Ning thought of the song Qingqing she had just met, but she was not very comfortable.

This time, it is not because she is Zhuang Yan's younger sister, but because she mentioned Xia Wan.

However, he did not want to mention these troubles in front of Zhuang Yan. He thought for a while and asked, "how did you make her change her mind and sell our painting?"

Zhuang Yan's expression slightly improved: "well, she used to study abroad, and I was in the same school. At that time, the treatment of Chinese in foreign countries was not good. She was a girl with little experience and was almost cheated

"I thought she was a compatriot, so I helped him a few times." Zhuang Yan then said, "later, there was something wrong with her courses. If she was stuck, she might have to postpone it. At that time, she had already got a recommendation letter from an art academy. She couldn't make any mistakes and asked me to do me a favor."

In this way, Zhuang Yan only asked her for a painting, which is really not difficult.

Xie Ning smiles: "you are always very good."

Zhuang Yan curled his lips, and seemed to like listening to Xie Ning's comment on him.In fact, when song Qingqing was alone outside, she suddenly met Zhuang Yan, a handsome and handsome person who had given her several hands, and said that it was impossible without heart.

But later, seeing that Zhuang Yan really didn't mean it, he slowly put down his heart.

Zhuang Yan was naturally aware of this, but he would not say it in front of Xie Ning.

At the end of such a large art exhibition, a thin layer of sweat broke out on both of them.

"It's too late." Zhuang Yan said, "I don't think I'll have time to cook at home. I'll eat out today?"

Xie Ning looked at his watch and said it was 5 o'clock, but it was not too late.

Zhuangyan quickly said, "I'm a little tired and I don't really want to cook."

"Ah." Xie Ning a listen, also do not doubt that he, "then eat out."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and laughed again and started the car.

If Zhuang Yan had been prepared in the morning, the dinner would have to be arranged carefully. What kind of revolving restaurant and candlelight dinner are indispensable.

But it must be more difficult to make a temporary reservation. Zhuang Yan finally took Xie Ning to the hotel where he could reserve a table and had a couple set meal.

When the waiter checked out, he looked at the two people and asked hesitantly, "are you a couple?"

Xie Ning looked at it doubtfully.

The waiter quickly explained, "well, today's Valentine's day, if it's a couple's dinner, there's a half discount."

Xie Ning was stunned. Before he could speak, Zhuang Yan took his hand and confirmed: "yes, we are lovers."

The waiter nodded and put a mark on the bill.

Xie Ning looked at the back of the waiter leaving and opened his mouth.

For a long time, he still didn't ask for help, as if he acquiesced to Zhuang Yan's words.