Punch in the heavens

Chapter 25 Participating in Nguyen Van Painting Exhibition
In order to be able to catch up with Ruan Wen's painting exhibition, after receiving the news from Uncle Xin, Dialect began to return. Fortunately, Xiao Huihui was very helpful, and he quickly settled the issue of his identity.

At the port, Jiang Hui specially came to deliver the dialect.

"Brother Fang, remember to say hello to my cousin. If she is willing to come to my place, I will treat her well."

"Yes, remember what I said."

"Of course, I take your words as wise words."

……

On the way back, although the dialect is still by boat.But this and when he went there were completely two different experiences.He suddenly felt that he would rather sleep comfortably in the future than lie down uncomfortable.

"I didn't expect that during this short trip to Hong Kong, I didn't expect that you would be the one to pick me up at the end, dear Xue!"

Standing on the ground again, Dialect is in an unprecedented mood.

"You can only think of me when you are using me. The reason why you rushed back this time is not because of your little girlfriend. I heard that they are going to hold an art exhibition. This is a big painter, no wonder he doesn't like me."

As she spoke, Jiang Yingxue felt angry in her heart. This guy doesn't have her in his heart, but she still loves her so much that she can't extricate herself.

"Who said that, I just don't think I'm worthy. Don't talk about it, Xiaoxuexue, what is this?"

Dialect quickly took out a box from the clothes, took it out, and handed it to Yingxue.

He is not a dead straight man, how could he forget to bring a gift to his female friend.

Jiang Yingxue was very surprised. She didn't expect that Fang Yan would bring her a gift. From this small detail, it can be seen that she still has a place in Fang Yan's heart.

Opening the box, a diamond necklace lay shining in the box, just by looking at it, it can be seen that it is worth a lot.

"Help me take it."

Jiang Yingxue handed the necklace to Fang Yan, came to Fang Yan's side, and turned around gently.

Dialect took out the necklace, walked around to Yingxue's chest, and put the necklace on slowly.In the past, Dialect really didn't believe that women would have body odor, but now he does.

Just like when he first met Jiang Yingxue, he was still familiar with it.

Feeling the coldness on her chest, Jiang Yingxue's heart was very sweet.

Dialect bought a total of two of this necklace, which cost him more than 20 US dollars. Not to mention, it really hurts.Although I know that this thing is just a special arrangement and combination of carbon elements, but women really eat a set.

Even Dialect himself didn't realize that he put Jiang Yingxue and Ruan Wen on the same level.

……

Ruan Wen's painting exhibition was about to begin, but Fang Yan didn't tell her that he had returned.Surprises always need to come unexpectedly.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the outside of the exhibition hall was already full of people, and there were almost no vacant seats.

Dialect stood among the crowd, feeling the enthusiasm of the crowd.Mr. Luo did a good job of publicizing this point, but from the flow of people here, it can be seen that it can also be predicted that this exhibition will definitely sell well, and Ruan Van has become a famous painter in the new era.

"Miss Ruan, Mr. Fang, can't you make it today?"

"I asked, but he didn't give me any news. Presumably he won't be able to come back!" After speaking, Ruan Wen was a little depressed. It was really regretful that the person he loved the most could not witness her success.

"To be honest, when I first saw Mr. Fang in Canada Place, I was attracted by his sketches."

"In his sketches, I saw the old Chinese saying with my own eyes, that the form is scattered but the spirit is not scattered. Later, after understanding, I found that the sketches are just the tip of the iceberg."

"Fang has dabbled in almost all mainstream painting methods and all factions. No, this cannot be described by just one word dabble. He has achieved perfection in all aspects. He is simply an artistic genius I have never seen before!"

"Originally, I always wanted to endorse his paintings, but he never agreed. Until that day, he introduced you to me and let me see a postmodernist painting genius."

"Although it's a pity that I can't endorse his works, Miss Ruan, your works are also very good."

"Ah, Mr. Luo, is what you said true?"

Ruan Wen seemed very surprised. She had never heard these things told in dialect.

"It's true, Miss Ruan, I never tell lies."

It turned out that dialect had been helping her all along.Looking back now, it was indeed true. In just nine months, her painting skills have improved a lot. Whenever her creation gets stuck, Dialect will have some unintentional eyes to help her open her mind.

She always thought that it was God helping her, but she didn't expect that it was dialect helping her silently.

The only pity is that her painting exhibition is on display today, and Dialect cannot come back in time, and no one can share her joy for me.

The essence of the so-called postmodernism is a kind of intellectual anti-rationalism, moral cynicism and emotional hedonism.

Everyone has their own thoughts in their hearts, but because of the secular world, reality, society, fate, and people's thoughts are imprisoned, resulting in subtle shackles.

There is no need to explain too much. Breaking the rules, breaking out of the constraints, and seeking what everyone loves deeply can be called postmodern.

Although the crowd was turbulent, the dialect still found something wrong in it.Under his keen observation, he found that about 20% of people wandered aimlessly, and they didn't understand painting at all.

In the art exhibition, they walked in front of the landscape painting and said it was very abstract, and said it was very realistic in front of the abstract picture, which is simply wrong.

Thinking about it in dialect, this should be an actor hired by Mr. Luo.Don't laugh, even if you are an actor, you have nothing to be ashamed of.

No matter how great an artist is, if he doesn't know how to operate, even if there is a day when he shines, it will be too late.

This principle is easy to understand. There are not many people who understand painting in this world. Most collectors collect famous paintings because of the value of the painting and the value of the artist himself, but he does not necessarily understand painting.

The great artist Van Gogh was often regarded as a psychopath during his lifetime. After that, even if the painting is auctioned for a high price, what is the use?

Ruan Wen was standing in the center of the exhibition hall, wearing a golden dress, very beautifully dressed.You are beautiful, you look good in any clothes!

Mr. Luo was standing next to him, and there were some big names in the art world standing there, all of whom were invited by Mr. Luo to join him. He really has nothing to say in terms of operation.

Seeing that Ruan Wen was busy, it was inconvenient for Dialect to disturb him.Silently walked to a corner and stopped in front of a picture.

To be honest, this idyllic painting should be the pinnacle of Ruan Wen's paintings, but it's a pity that no one at the scene knew the goods, and only a master of painting like him could tell the good from the bad.

While appreciating the dialect, a handsome European man in a suit came in and stood in front of the pastoral painting.

The European admired it for a long time, and praised: "The brushwork is appropriate, the painting technique is exquisite, and the most important thing is the outstanding core of this painting. It is simply too beautiful."

Hearing what the Europeans said, the dialect couldn't help but sigh with emotion, it really knows the goods.

"That's right, this painting should be the best among them, not one of them."

The European was also surprised. He did not expect that someone had the same view as him.

"Thomas Fontaine, you can call me Dan."

"Dialect, you can call me Fang."

After shaking hands, the two had a pleasant exchange. Dan was very knowledgeable. Although he couldn't draw, he had a very strong appreciation ability.

"Actually, Fang, I'm not only here for painting, you know? The protagonist of this painting exhibition is Ms. Ruan Wen, she is simply the most beautiful oriental woman, I came here this time with admiration."

"Ou, Dan, I know this. But it's a pity, Miss Ruan Wen is my wife, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"Fang, you Chinese are modest; how dare you brag." Dan shook his head, obviously not believing what the dialect said.

The dialect was amused, and the foreigner still didn't believe what he said, which meant that he would not shed tears when he saw the coffin.

"Dan, go, come with me to the center of the exhibition hall."

When Dialect appeared in the exhibition hall, Ruan Wen immediately found him. She was so happy that she carried herself away, and ran directly to Dialect's embrace without worrying about the occasion.

The two just hugged each other, and Dan played a good role as the background board.

Seeing this scene, Dan silently shed tears, and before leaving, he bought a total of ten paintings, and he wanted them to be consumed, to kill his mouthful of dog food.

(End of this chapter)