Chapter 734

Shen Li's fingers gently click on the mobile phone screen.

This man

She breathes her mobile phone and raises her foot to keep up with Shen Zhijin.

"Zhijin."

A 40 year old blonde foreign man smiles and greets Shen Zhijin, but his eyes fall on Shen Li behind him.

"This is your daughter, sugar?"

Fluent in Chinese.

Shen Zhijin nodded and introduced them.

"Tangtang, this is Professor Carol in the Department of art history and theory at Molly University."

"Carol, this is my daughter, Shen Li."

Shen Li looked at the man in front of him. He had deep eyebrows and three-dimensional facial features. He was very handsome.

Even though he is 40 years old, he still looks very charming.

He held out his hand with a smile

"Hello, sugar."

Shen Li's lips curved slightly and shook hands with him

"Hello, Professor Carroll."

Carol blinked and laughed

"I'm your mother's alumnus at Sutton school in park city. You can call me uncle directly

Shen Li looks at Shen Zhijin and sees that he nods gently.

Sutton public school is a noble college in park city. The tuition is high, and the students are rich or expensive.

Gu Tingyin's middle school is over there.

Shen Li was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Gu Tingyin's alumni came here tonight.

It sounds that his relationship with Gu Tingyin should be very good.

And Shen Zhijin——

Shen Zhijin's special introduction is enough to explain the problem.

Shen Li follows the good example

"Uncle Carol."

Carol was obviously very happy. She looked at Shen Li for a long time before she looked at Shen Zhijin and said with a smile

"I used to wonder what you and her daughter would look like. Now, they are more beautiful than I imagined."

Shen Li's face perfectly combines the advantages of Shen Zhijin and Gu Tingyin.

Her eyebrows and eyes are like Shen Zhijin, and her nose and lips are like Gu Tingyin.

Originally, her temperament was rather cool, and her black and clean peach blossom eyes were more and more indifferent.

But when you laugh, the pear vortex looms, and the radian is almost perfect. Gu Tingyin rarely shows a little sweetness, which virtually dilutes the estrangement and merges into a unique beauty.

Hearing the praise of Shen Li, Shen Zhijin's face also unfolded a faint smile.

"Sugar is more like wormwood."

Shen Li is more and more curious. If she can talk to Shen Zhijin like this, the relationship between him and them seems to be closer than she expected.

"Is the 17th night your painting?"

Carol asked with a smile.

Shen Li is Ning Li, and nature is the shadow of the tree.

Since she made her identity public last time, she has caused a sensation in the domestic painting circle.

But she didn't expect that Carol had heard something about it.

He was born abroad and a professor at Molly University. He should not pay too much attention to domestic affairs.

But it seems reasonable to think that he teaches art history.

"Yes."

She nodded gently.

Carol said:

"Well, I've seen that painting before with a student."

Shen Li was stunned: "what? Have you seen it before? "

How is that possible?

When the painting was finished, she sent it directly to the Yunzhou Painting Association and asked them to shoot it on their behalf.

It was Lu Huaiyu who took the picture.

And from then until now, Lu Huaiyu has always cherished the painting and never brought it out.

Carol, even if she was meeting, should have been at the auction, not the students.

As if seeing her mind, Carol shrugged and said with a smile

"I also learned a while ago that it was a fake."

Shen Li's eyebrows were frozen.

Fake.

She has also seen a fake of the 17th night in a gallery in Beijing.

"When I saw that painting, I thought I enjoyed it very much. Unfortunately, it was slightly flawed, and I always felt that it looked a little strange. At that time, I just thought that the talent of the painter was not enough, and it was a pity in my heart. Unexpectedly, it was because it was a fake painting. "

When Carol said that, it seemed a pity and a little lucky,

"I said that the painting as a whole could have been better."

There is still a big gap between real paintings and fake paintings.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they may feel that they are almost the same, but Carol is a professional.

He teaches art history and is also a famous painter.

An excellent original painting is absolutely devoted to the painter's thoughts and emotions.

Every stroke on the canvas, in addition to skills, depends on what the painter thinks.

It is a complete and natural work.

But fake paintings are not.

Just like this, it's mechanically rigid. It's just walking along the road of others, stepping on it step by step. It's like a puppet with no soul.

So even if Carol didn't know it was a fake, she still felt that there was something wrong with the painting.

"It's said that the real one is in his hands?" Said Carol, raising her chin in one direction.

Shen Li turns around and sees Lu Huai standing with Zheng He and two men saying something.

Carol, of course, refers to him.

"Well. It's on his side. " Shen Li said.

Carol nodded and said with a smile

"Tut, it's really enviable. I wonder if it will be convenient for me to see the real one in the future? "

There are too many people who want to paint the shadow of trees, but there are only so many of her paintings in recent years, and every one of them has just been photographed for private use.

No one else can even look at it.

Shen Li smiles

"I'll ask him after that."

Although it's her painting, it's really Lu Huai's painting now. I still want to ask.

Carol couldn't help laughing

"Is he willing to refuse you?"

At the banquet tonight, Shen Li and Lu Huai didn't have much contact with each other.

But Carol can see clearly, Lu Huai and her eyes fall on her, never leave.

This kind of thought is really obvious.

"Carol." Shen Zhijin took a look at him.

He is still the same as before, unrestrained, joking to Tangtang.

Carol didn't want to do that, and he said, "tut.".

"Before, when you chased Yinyin, it was no better than that boy."

It's putting on airs.

Shen Zhijin: "the

Shen Li pursed a smile from the corner of her lip. It's hard to see Shen Zhijin suffer from depression.

Immediately, she thought of another thing - the fake of the 17th night.

At present, she is not sure whether the one he said is the one that appeared in a gallery.

But she just had an intuition - maybe, maybe!

She pondered

"Uncle Carol, you just said that the fake was seen by a student. I don't know if it's convenient for you to disclose who that student is?"