Dangerous love of a wealthy family: a warrant for fleeing his wife at a sky-high price

After arriving in Paris, Luo Xuan accompanied Jing Shaji to the Champs-Elysées Avenue. Jing Shaji took photos of several oil paintings she liked in advance, and planned to walk around the galleries along the street, hoping to find a favorite. gallery in order to stay on as an apprentice.

This avenue is located in the bustling commercial district of central Paris and is known as the most beautiful street in Paris.There are many tourists on the street, and famous fashion shops can be seen everywhere.

Luo Xuan accompanied Jingshaji for a walk on the street, and told her the origin of the street's name.

Seabuckthorn listened very carefully and was very excited. Like a child, when he saw a gallery, he wanted to go in, studying one oil painting after another.

Luo Xuan just followed her silently, with a tranquil smile on his lips.He remembered that they had also been here when they came back with Cheng Xue, but it was very different from Seabuckthorn in that Cheng Xue went to many famous stores and bought a lot of fashion items.

Yes, at that time he should have realized that his Xiaoxue... is unlikely to be interested in LV or Chanel, just like the seabuckthorn now, in her eyes only those dazzling oil paintings.

Seabuckthorn is not tireless at all. Sometimes there are people painting on the street, and she can stand behind them without moving and watch for a long time. Then, Luo Xuan just stares at Seabuckthorn just like that, and she can watch it for a long time .

"It's noon, let's go eat something first?" Luo Xuan wrapped her in the coat he put on her body again, and asked her, "The specialty restaurant in front is very good, do you want to go and have a look?"

Jing Seabuckthorn stared at the wandering artist painting without blinking his eyes, just shook his head and told him: "I'm not hungry, go and eat."

Looking at her small, focused face, Luo Xuan felt both distressed and amused. He gently brushed away her wind-blown hair, and asked her with a smile, "Is it that pretty?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

"Is that why I'm too stupid?"

After Jingshaji heard this, he turned his head and glanced at him, and Luo Xuan explained with a smile: "I don't seem to understand at all."

"You can see that his way of expressing materials is very special. Usually when we paint, we use color toning and color pressure to describe. I have never dared to imagine before that oil paintings can also use the visual illusion produced by surrounding colors to create Expressing color qualities…”

"The little girl has sharp eyes!" a person behind him sighed in authentic Chinese.

Jingshaji and Luo Xuan looked back together, and saw an old man standing behind them smiling at them.It was a very fashionable Asian old man, wearing a leather peaked cap, a black woolen overcoat, and a gray checked cashmere scarf, smiling at the sea-buckthorn with his hands behind his back.

"Pete sketches on the street every week, but there are so many people coming and going, this is the first time anyone has noticed his use of color. The little girl has learned oil painting?" The old man asked her with a kind smile.

Jingshaji nodded and said, "I couldn't help but look at it for a while because this gentleman is very particular about color."

"Oh?" The old man looked at her carefully, "I would like to hear more about it."

Jing Shaji was stunned for a moment, and looked at Luo Xuan uncertainly. It wasn't until Luo Xuan gave her a positive smile that she dared to speak out her thoughts.

In fact, Luo Xuan didn't have much research on oil painting, he just stood quietly and listened to Seabuckthorn's expression to the old man, looked into her bright eyes, and felt that her body was glowing.

She has never changed, her enthusiasm for oil painting and her unique talent are exactly the same as when she was six years old.

That being the case, Luo Xuan thought, since Xiaosha was still the girl he knew when he was six years old, then he must be able to regain the precious dependence between them just like when he was six years old.