The thing that defeats you in rebirth is not the distance but five years

"But it's strange to say that no matter how the media follow, Song Yunxuan, his lover, has never been photographed." The driver tilted his head, and drove to Baiyun Town in the car, winding around the road built with colored marble, with windows of every house on both sides of the street The green plants and flowers hanging from the ceiling, and various famous paintings copied on the walls, only to realize that it turned out to be a retro town, and the color scheme is darker and colder than the seaside town.

Song Yunxuan's split and abnormality remained unchanged, Su Mo thought to himself, this is what Song Yunxuan can do, to build a fairy tale world for his lover, but hide his lover in the deepest place.

"It seems that our media is still not as diligent as Song Yunxuan." Su Mo joked, his eyes were always on those famous paintings, and it is a good place to hold an art exhibition by himself.

"Really, there is a media that has been watching for a year and has followed the filming for almost [-] hours. They have not shot a video of Song Yunxuan dating, so people on the Internet wonder if Song Yunxuan sent him abroad. Since he is a beloved person, and How come we haven't seen each other for a year?" The driver recalled the entertainment news some time ago, and guess who Song Yunxuan's lover is?This big news was discussed on Weibo for a week.

The media has not caught any pictures for a year. This is not like Song Yunxuan's style. According to Su Mo's understanding of Song Yunxuan, if it is someone Song Yunxuan likes, he can pursue it desperately. Not dating his lover for a year is very good. It was difficult for Su Mo to understand.

The car stopped at a house, and the decoration was ingenious. It can be seen that the owner is a person who loves life very much. The design of the house is extraordinarily humane, with many convenient details, which made Su Mo feel extremely warm.

Su Mo took out the key that Zhang Ze gave him just now from his pocket, and he opened the door. It was a clean and comfortable little house, and Zhang Ze put his heart into it.

I don't live in an apartment.This is the only request Su Mo made to Zhang Ze. For an artist who pursues quality, the most important thing is to live well and live with quality. He will affect his mood and sleep during this period.

Although the hut is not big, the design is very ingenious, and every piece of space is used in a solid, compact but not compact way.

"I'm here, when will you be back?" Su Mo lay on the sofa to relax, and Zhang Ze was still at the customs, so he called to ask where he was.

"I still have another hour. I just received the work and I am going to send it to the exhibition hall." Zhang Ze returned.

"I think Baiyun Town is pretty good. I want to hold an art exhibition here." Su Mo scratched his hair and smoothed it out.

"I booked Baiyun Town for the exhibition center." Zhang Ze said that he booked the exhibition center three months ago. He read the information of several large exhibition buildings in the west of Beijing, and after careful consideration, he chose the small and exquisite Baiyun Town .

"Oh~ that's great, you put your heart into it." Su Mo was very satisfied after hearing that, Zhang Ze also knew me.Su Mo found out a set of comfortable clothes and went into the bathroom. He was going to take a shower first, then sleep, to beat the jet lag, and start work tomorrow.

After Zhang Ze transported the work to Baiyun Town, he handed over the keys to the insurance company, went back to Su Mo Na, and after chatting about tomorrow's work for a while, Zhang Ze drove back to his home.

"When did you come back?" Zhang Weian asked at the dinner table.

"This morning." Zhang Ze replied while eating. There were only two people and Aunt Zhang in the empty house.

I haven't had much dinner with my father since I was a child. Most of the time, Wang Xiaojun was with Zhang Ze. Zhang Weian just came back today and said to have dinner together. Zhang Ze didn't know what to say.

"What's the matter when you come back?" Zhang Weian knew that Zhang Ze's job was in London, and the focus of his life was almost abroad, so he must be here for business when he came back this time.

"Give me a friend to hold an art exhibition." Zhang Ze obviously didn't know how to appreciate such concern. Since he was a child, Zhang Weian had never asked about his life and work, let alone short-term arrangements.

"Is that person?" Zhang Weian knew that Zhang Ze had a very good friend in London, Zhang Weian had never met him, and Zhang Ze also settled in London because of him, he didn't know about it until a long time later, but he Never participate in his son's life choices.

"Yeah." Zhang Ze said very flatly, without any disturbance. Isn't Zhang Weian going home?

"If you need anything, just mention it." Zhang Weian knew that it would be impossible to hold an art exhibition without publicity and promotion, and since he came back from abroad, he needed marketing in this area.

"Okay!" Zhang Ze nodded, Zhang Weian has never let himself down in fulfilling his wishes since he was a child, as long as it is what he wants, there is nothing he can't get.

"You rest, I'm going back, remember to say hello to Uncle Liu." Zhang Weian got up after explaining.

"Okay!" Zhang Ze nodded, and got up to send Zhang Weian out, "Drive slowly." Zhang Ze hadn't called Zhang Weian 'Daddy' for many years.

When Zhang Ze was [-] years old, Zhang Weian remarried. Zhang Ze was sent to a private middle school. After finishing high school in an international school, Zhang Weian sent him to London. Zhang Weian gave birth to a son in the second year after remarriage. Four years later, another daughter was born.

"It's not bad." Su Mo looked around, the staff had already dismantled the paintings, and were carefully hanging them on the walls. There was nothing special about the exhibition hall and other places, but the location was in Baiyun Town, which was unique.

"It is estimated that it will take two days to tidy up the exhibition hall." Zhang Ze calculated the time, because some large paintings are still on the way, so there are some designs that cannot be resolved immediately.

"I have an appointment with the media today. You have to do a few interviews." As for the media, people came over as soon as Zhang Ze made a phone call. It seems that Zhang Wei'an is interesting enough to arrange people last night.

"Come to where I live." This convenient and cool place is just right.

Zhang Ze nodded: "Let's go, we'll be here right away." Zhang Ze dialed the phone and informed the media to come to Baiyun Town.

The two drove back home, Su Mo changed his clothes, and blow-dried his hair a little more with a hair dryer. Such interviews were no strangers to him.

After waiting for a while, several photographers and several staff members, three men and two women, entered the room.

"No need to light up." Su Mo saw this posture, if he fiddled with the light here, he didn't know what he would get, "That's it, come on." Su Mo opened the curtains, found a chair and sat in the living room .

"You guys go to the side and wait. 10 minutes is fine, let's hurry up, there is the next game." Zhang Ze was doing chores beside him.

"Have you finished writing the manuscript?" Zhang Ze walked up to the female reporter, who was holding the manuscript in her hand. These questions need to be known in advance. Su Mo thought about how to answer before starting the official recording.

"Yes, I checked Su Mo's information this morning." The female reporter nodded, and Mou had to do her homework in advance for the task assigned by the young boss. It took her a whole morning just to read English materials, and she knew , such a young painter sitting in front of him is a leading figure in the London art circle.

"It's quite serious." Zhang Ze handed the manuscript to Su Mo, and prepared [-] questions, all of which revolved around this exhibition and some of his personal honors in London. They were all questions he often answered, Su Mo After scanning it once, he nodded and said:

"It's time to start."

"Then let's get started, on-site preparations." The female reporter reminded the photographer.

Su Mo cleared his throat and adjusted his posture to a correct and comfortable angle.

"Hi Su Mo, say hello to our Yueyi.com audience." The female reporter asked.

"Hi everyone, I'm Su Mo." Su Mo looked at the camera and shook his hand.

"There is a good saying, you can rely on your looks, but you have to rely on your talent. Do you think this sentence fits you?" asked the female reporter.

"No, I only have good looks and no talent." Su Mo smiled.

The female reporter also asked with a smile: "I know that just after graduating from the University of London, he was selected as the painter with the most commercial value and the most representative painter of the times. How can you say that you have no talent?"

"That's alright, a little bit." Su Mo always joked.

"I know you live in London. Apart from being invited back to the west of Beijing to hold an art exhibition this time, do you have any other plans?" the reporter asked.

"Well~ not yet, I'm preparing for the exhibition, let's see the time." Su Mo returned.

"I remember that you have a piece of "Forever Africa" ​​which is hailed as the best of this century. I would like to ask you, what factors make you want to paint this masterpiece?" The reporter asked.

""Forever Africa" ​​is a work I completed four years ago, because at that time I had just returned from a trip to Africa, and he depicted all the thoughts and thoughts of Africa in the painting. When I was traveling, I took a lot of pictures Photos, and that period of time was my darkest day, so I was very impressed with Africa, and I wanted to draw this painting when I returned to Europe." Su Mo returned, talking about "Forever Africa", his heart Always touch something sharp.

"Do you like traveling very much? Can you recommend some countries that you think are beautiful?" the reporter asked.

"I like traveling very much. It is almost a part of my life. If I recommend it, I will basically travel in the Middle East this year, so I recommend it. In fact, every country is unique. If we say that the most beautiful country is Switzerland, Norway, and Brazil. I think it is one of the most beautiful countries." Su Mo could only think of those small and peaceful countries in Northern Europe.

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The female reporter asked some questions that Su Mo would always answer. There were too many interviews. These old routines were almost the same for him. The most important thing was to maintain a peaceful heart. Ten minutes passed quickly. The female reporter After getting the portrait right and the right to publish the work, I left.

In less than 15 minutes, the second media also came. Su Mo had no choice but to take a sip of his drink, and began to sit upright again, preparing the manuscript, and began to accept interviews.

"Okay, the last question I want to ask Su Mo, is there any good painting skills for our audience friends?" the reporter asked.

"Actually, the teachers in the painting skills school are better than me. You just need to follow suit. I think self-discipline, persistence and talent are more important than skills." Su Mo can always use lazy methods to deal with reporters like them.

The second media finished asking all the questions that should be asked, and discussed with Su Mo about writing a press release, mainly to highlight Su Mo's characteristics and achievements. After explaining, the second media took people away.

"There is another one." Zhang Ze was talking to the company remotely, while reminding Su Mo of the process. During this period, the team prepared to shoot a short film, and Zhang Ze was the chief director, so he had to take care of both.

"What else? Are you going to finish it in one day?" Su Mo lay on the sofa, sleepy. The hardest part of every art exhibition is the interview.

This exhibition is mainly invited by the London embassy in China and the Beijing West embassy in London, so tomorrow Su Mo will visit the embassy and attend a welcome party held by the painting association. He should be quite tired these days of.

"Yeah!" Zhang Ze replied, if the interview is not finished today, there will be new arrangements tomorrow, and things will pile up and become more troublesome.

"Come on." Su Mo endured his nausea and said to Zhang Ze. Zhang Ze picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number. These questions are already very boring, but this is work. In other words, I am not at all in London. It didn't take that long to do interviews with three media outlets, but it was different in Beijing West. He was still an unknown little painter, and Zhang Ze always liked to make things big. He understood this kind of marketing method at a glance.

In fact, he wanted to keep a low profile. When he visited the embassy tomorrow, he didn't know if there would be any media at the scene, but according to Zhang Ze's approach, he would contact the media.

"I said, don't send the media to the embassy tomorrow." Su Mo said. He wanted to keep a low profile. As a painter, it is not a great thing to let many people know. Art has an art circle, and people who don't understand can come in. Even if it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, he can't see why.

"You're just stupid." Others wanted to expose, but Su Mo wanted to avoid the public media, but Zhang Ze could only follow him. Zhang Ze knew that Su Mo had always been resistant to the media.

"My paintings are only for people who know me. I'm not a celebrity." Su Mo was a little angry at Zhang Ze's arrangement. In fact, this kind of interview is unnecessary. The industry knew that he came to Beijing to hold an art exhibition as early as three months ago Then it came out that Zhang Ze's marketing method was a complete businessman's method.

"I'm still vulgar." Zhang Ze looked at the computer and muttered softly.

After a while, the media arrived. Zhang Ze got up to greet him, and walked to Su Mo who was on the chair: "The last one, hold on."

Su Mo didn't show a good face, but the person had already arrived, "Just 10 minutes." Su Mo had to compromise. These media reporters were probably called by Zhang Ze, and he didn't know who he was helping to get traffic.

"You have always been recognized as the contemporary Picasso, so what do you think is the biggest difference between contemporary paintings and paintings of the [-]th century?" the reporter asked.

"I think the biggest difference is that the author is different." Su Mo replied. His lazy answering method made the female reporter call a timeout. She thought Su Mo's answer was too casual, so she should talk more and be more serious.

"As far as I know, Hongguang.com is a website that mainly focuses on entertainment news. If I go back too seriously, there may be no viewers who want to watch it." Su Mo said while showing her the phone. It has been 10 minutes up.

The media had no choice but to pack up the equipment, walked up to Zhang Ze and whispered, "How do you post this?"

"You can post what you want!" Su Mo has this personality in London, and it doesn't mean that he will change it if he changes it. It is impossible for him to say something against his will for an interview, and it is impossible to kill him.

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