Gu Lanxi suddenly recalled what he thought today, and couldn't help laughing and crying, and it was also extremely sour.

turn out to be……

From the beginning,

It was she who underestimated the boy's feelings.

Even if the fire is burned out, it will still be endless in the endless wilderness.

But when Gu Lanxi finally began to be shocked by this relationship,

It's too late.

The exhibition in a few days,

Ranbai still went.

This is an art exhibition held by an internationally well-known artist, and it has indeed attracted the attention of many people.

Ranbai is a little interested in art, at least now.

Perhaps even if she doesn't have that ticket, she will buy it herself.

But Jiang Yuyan seemed to think more clearly than her.

There were not many people coming to the exhibition, and in the huge and clean space, there were all kinds of paintings hanging on the walls.

The style of painting is gentle and delicate, romantic and passionate, paying attention to every detail and continuously extending the feelings from every side.

Very perfect.

Ranbai came alone. She walked slowly in the painting exhibition, walked forward along the paintings on the wall, occasionally glanced at the paintings on the wall.

"What do you like? Mr. Zhou loves scenery and landscapes. His painting style is gentle, delicate and grand." The staff of the exhibition explained to Ranbai, pointing his hand at the painting on the wall, with a gentle voice: "For example, this one..."

Ranbai listened without hesitation, and finally, the pace that had been rhythmic suddenly stopped in front of a painting, raised his white jaw slightly, and asked in a low voice: "How do you buy this painting?"

The painting is a deep-sea storm. In the dark night, the shaking ships are shaking, the wind and rain have stirred up waves, and the storm is stormy, and the world seems to be overturning.

The staff also looked at a painting like that. After being stunned, they said apologetically: "This painting has just been taken by someone and has been decided. If you like something similar, I can find you something else." She looked around and said, "By the way, for example, that one..."

"No." Before the staff finished speaking, Ranbai refused. He was very calm and could not tell what he liked or was interested.

The staff nodded.

The girl lowered her eyes, "I'll take a look."

The meaning is very obvious.

The staff understood and left first.

Unexpectedly, I suddenly bumped into someone at a corner, and when I looked up, a stunning look of thick ink and heavy colors flashed through my eyes.

The young man's eyebrows are picturesque, his temperament is noble, and his temperament is gentlemanly and his glorious and bright moon.

"Can I ask, she just liked that painting, right?" Shi Qing's voice was gentle and his tone was cold.

The staff nodded subconsciously, "Yes...yes."

"Thank you." Shi Qingci thanked her very politely and distantly, "Then give this painting to her."

Shi Qing Ci came to this art exhibition just because of the white color.

He bought the painting just now.

I have guessed that Ranbai would like it, and since the moment I bought it, I planned to give it to Ranbai.

But I accidentally saw the scene of the girl talking to the staff.

That's the case,

Why not send it out now.

The staff only felt a little blushing and whispered: "Okay." Then they couldn't help but gossip: "Sir, is she your girlfriend?"

Shi Qing Ci rarely answers a stranger's question, and his voice is gentle and noble: "I haven't caught up yet."

That is to admit that I like it.

The staff couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

She turned around to find Ranbai and walked back to her original position. The girl simply did not go far, so the staff quickly saw the familiar figure.

"This lady!" She hurriedly chased after her: "Please wait a moment."

Ranbai's indifferent eyes.

The staff smiled and said, "You can still ask for that painting just now... because the owner of this painting wants to give it to you."

"who?"

The staff turned around subconsciously and pointed in that direction, "It's that gentleman."

Ranbai looked over, and his eyes, like ice and snow, collided with the elegant figure in the distance.

Shi Qing's poems are filled with a smile.

…

The two walked side by side in the direction of the exhibition, but there was a punch in the middle and there was no actual contact.

Ranbai asked, breaking the silence: "How to buy it."

"I feel you will like it." Shi Qingci replied indifferently, smiled slightly, and was graceful: "Now it seems that I am thinking right."

Ranbai was slightly silent and looked at the painting of the deep sea from afar.

Maybe……

I don't like it very much either.

It took a long time since the two of them walked together in a peaceful atmosphere.

Maybe art can easily make people tranquil.

I don’t know which sentence they started, but they talked about painting as usual, as if everything was like yesterday.

Unconsciously,

The two walked into a room with a half open room at the exhibition.

There were many people standing in the room. In front of me was a pear-wood table, emitting the fragrance of solid wood, and the four treasures of the study were placed on it.

There was an old man with gray hair in his seventies and a gray-haired man standing on the table, holding a brush in his hand and writing on paper.

There were endless marvels of praise.

There are brush calligraphy hanging on the walls of the room, which has a bit of a proud character. Each character is different. It can be seen that it is from different people, but it is indeed well written.

You can come up to write here by yourself. If the writing is very good, it will be hung on the wall as a display, which is a very friendly thing.

In terms of artistic attainments, Ranbai naturally jumped from the topic of painting to writing. In fact, it was just a careless mention after seeing this scene: "I remember you can write calligraphy."

Before,

She had seen it at Shi Qingci's home.

In fact, such people are very similar to noble young men who came out of ancient ink paintings, and are also very suitable for living in ancient times.

Shi Qingci was a little stunned, then nodded, and his dark pupils seemed to be filled with the sleeping night sky, deep and quiet, with stars of light rippling in it: "Show you can see?"

"No." Ranbai didn't think about this, so he quickly refused.

But the doctor chuckled and said it was okay.

He grinded ink and held the brush from the side. The series of movements until the moment he put the pen on rice paper, they all went like flowing water, containing an indescribable beauty.

It has a noble and gentle feeling of ink splashing, and is a cool and elegant style with a light wind and clouds.

Such calmness and demeanor,

It attracted a lot of attention.

Shi Qing Ci only wrote two very simple words on rice paper.

There are only two words.

——【Ju Bai】

Excellent style, as if it was natural.

His words are exactly the same as those of him.

Ranbai lowered his eyes and looked at the words written on it. The tip of his tongue was lightly against the upper palate. He did not say anything at the first time. Instead, he said after a while, "It's so good to write."

This is a fact that no one can deny.

Shi Qing's poem "Smiling" and gentle and as gentle as jade, said: "The real good is writing your name."
Chapter completed!