Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Strange to say, Father Ji's paintings are well-known all over the world, and art exhibitions have been held in the capitals of all countries.As the provincial capital where the Ji family took root, Jiangcheng has naturally held several times before and after, but Ji Zhaixing never went there once.

In the past, when I was young, I couldn't stand the wind and couldn't go out, and I could get sick when it was blown.

Later, my health improved a little bit, but every time when the art exhibition was held in Jiangcheng, it happened that young master Ji was in the hospital for a physical examination or was sick, and he couldn't go there by accident.When Ji Zhai Xing came into Ji's father's studio occasionally, he could see his oil paintings hanging high on the wall. The brushstrokes were vivid and enthusiastic, like beams of light - and soon he was pushed out by Ji's father because he was careful of paint poisoning. Painting outdoors.

Therefore, this is the first time that he has come into contact with his father's works in this intimate form.

After being discharged from the hospital, I went to the nearby Ji Zhai to tidy up my attire. The light blue hospital gown was replaced by a gray private clothes that fit snugly.The wrists that are occasionally exposed are also whitened by the plain color of the clothing, as if covered with a ball of snow.

After Ji Zhaxing finished tidying up, he planned to go out with his father.

No matter how Ji's father looked at him, he was very satisfied. After looking around for a while, he handed Ji Zhaixing the dismantled mask and asked him to wear it when going out.

"I've had the flu recently," Ji's father said, "You're not in good health, so wear something safe."

Ji Zhaixing responded, and after putting on the mask, most of her beautiful face was covered, only her eyes were exposed.Of course, those peach blossom eyes are also good-looking, the dark eyes seem to be covered with mist, but compared to before, they are much more low-key.

At least Father Ji was satisfied.

The official opening time of Father Ji's painting exhibition is in the afternoon, and the exhibition hall is still being decorated in the morning, but some guests have already entered.Most of them are entrepreneurs who often show their faces in financial magazines, or some masters who are also well-known in the art circle.

They came to see the painting.

Of course, apart from looking at paintings, he is also very keen on communication.

Ji Zhaixing was taken into the exhibition hall by his father, and the staff wearing white gloves and professional attire led them the way.

Young master Ji landed on the most conspicuous painting in the window outside the door, it was a landscape picture, the star river falling from the sky connected with the waterfall, the large expanse of brilliant light and shadow was very eye-catching.

That was Ji's father's early work.Because of his extremely changeable painting styles and the frequency of his works that can be called a "human flesh printing machine", he was often accused of being a capitalist who "buys paintings" and "paints for others", and he only does this to create an image for fame and reputation.In the end, several live art exhibitions and live broadcasts were held, and people had to admit that probably a genius is so favored by the heavens after birth, and such a talent can indeed be seen in the world.

Ji's father noticed his son's gaze, which could be said to be concentrated, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud: "Do you like it?"

"When you were young, I always wanted to teach you how to draw and continue my career." Father Ji joked, "But you don't seem to be very interested in this aspect."

Ji Zhaixing retracted his gaze, paused for a moment, and said, "No... I think I can try it."

The chat between the father and son didn't last long, and a guest who noticed the owner of the art exhibition came over and greeted and talked warmly and politely.

"Mr. Ji. I've always wanted to visit your art exhibition. This is the first time I've visited it. Sure enough, the reputation is well deserved. Even a layman like me can't help but want to collect it."

"Mr. Qin's praise." Ji's father immediately came back to his senses, and under the warm smile of the visitor, he immediately remembered who the other party was, and nodded and smiled.

Mr. Qin's enthusiasm, besides Ji's father being a well-known artist for a long time, is also related to Ji's family behind him.But whoever wants to get a piece of the pie in Jiangcheng, how dare they offend Mr. Ji.

Ji's father was also very used to this kind of communication, and he seemed eager and sincere in the conversation, without the slightest arrogance, but he did not lose his dignity.

The visitor was chatting, and he naturally noticed Young Master Ji who was beside Father Ji.

Ji Zhuixing was so well protected that the people outside didn't even know what Young Master Ji looked like.Mr. Qin's eyes were in a daze for a moment, and he landed on the young man's smooth forehead covered by black hair. The skin was so white and tender that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out with a pinch, not to mention the slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes, which made people's heart ache. swaying.

A very young boy, at best.Even wearing a mask, she couldn't hide her beauty.

President Qin's gaze seemed to stay for a while, and he said in a daze, "This is..."

Father Ji was a little displeased when he saw his reaction.His expression became colder, but his tone was still very polite: "Who else could it be? It's just a dog."

President Qin immediately came to his senses, because the messy thoughts that flashed through his mind just now were a bit embarrassing.

It stands to reason that at this age, people who are close to Mr. Ji do not think of him except the heir of the Ji family.But both Mr. Ji and the female CEO are both talented and beautiful, but they are still quite different from the young man in front of him. It can be said that the young man has inherited the most beautiful direction, making him think...

However, since he is the future heir of the Ji family, Mr. Qin immediately dispelled those charming and bold thoughts, and stretched out his hand to Ji Zhaixing: "It turns out that it is Ji Shao, and you are here too."

He didn't have the face to call Ji Zhaixing "Nephew", but he was quite respectful. According to common sense, this person's relationship with Ji's family is closer than Mr. Ji's son-in-law.

When Ji Jiexing saw the hand stretched out in front of his eyes, he shook hands with him, and said politely, "Hello."

Even the voice is so nice.

The young master's hands were soft, but his body temperature was slightly low, with a cool feeling.It seems that the rumors that he is in poor health are indeed true.

Mr. Qin's gaze became more sincere: "I came here in a hurry this time, so I didn't bring any greetings to Ji Shao. I will definitely make it up when I visit Ji's house next time."

Father Ji's face sank as he watched from the sidelines, and he said very protectively: "No, you're welcome, hehe."

Mr. Qin was still watching eagerly.

The people in Vanity Fair that I met later were similar.

Although Ji's father did have the idea of ​​taking Ji Zaixing to see his elders' contacts and let him know more people, at this moment, he didn't even have time to protect the calf, and he was not very happy to see him interacting with all kinds of people.So he said apologetically, "Xing Xing, you go to visit the exhibition hall on the second floor first, and wait for Dad to finish dealing with these people and come to accompany you."

Mr. Ji's tone was a little bit aggrieved at the end.

Ji Zhaixing laughed a little and said: "...Okay."

He didn't mind visiting around alone, since Ji Zhaixing wanted to see his father's paintings anyway.

Originally, there were staff members who led the way for the young master, but Ji Zhaixing stayed outside to continue working.

The value of the collection on the second floor is even higher. In order to protect the paintings, the lights in the exhibition are not very bright, and the dim light yellow beams fall down, covering the paintings with a hazy color.

Ji Zhaixingyuan still looked at the pictures one by one, stopping occasionally.But when his eyes fell on a huge painting in the distance, he paused slightly.