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() This is a small art exhibition, only for guests invited by the owner to come and enjoy.

Well-dressed men and ladies in evening gowns or other formal but beautiful clothes wandered among them, completely silent in this wonderful art world.

The waiter carrying the tray walked carefully through the gallery, for fear of disturbing the eyes of any distinguished guest and the state of mind when looking at the painting.Only when the guests wave to them, they will walk over with smiles on their faces and let the guests choose the best wine that suits their taste.

This is an art exhibition held by the Raffarin family, and the invited guests are either rich or noble, as well as some celebrities and long-established art workers.None of the on-site staff dared to slightly affect their mood so that they could not return with satisfaction.

You know, most artists are paranoid, who knows what crazy things they will do when they are angry?

Qiu Yihan, who was wearing a red evening dress, looked like a beautiful and noble little princess of the royal family. She stood in front of a large oil painting, staring at the densely packed golden wheat fields that seemed to have no edge at a glance.

Such a fiery color can stab people's eyes.Such a dense layout makes people's heart feel oppressed and breathless.

However, such a color combination with such a layout makes people feel refreshed.It seems that I am in this wheat field, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the ears of wheat are golden.No matter which direction you run, what greets you is the scenery of this harvest.

"This is Roman's work." A gentle voice sounded in his ear.The man spoke English with a strong London accent, which was very pleasant to the ear.

Qiu Yihan looked back, and saw that handsome young man with a messy face and deep contours like a mythical sculpture.

"It's you?" Qiu Yihan asked in surprise.

She knew this man, the guy who would come to the Avenue Saint-Antoine at two o'clock every Saturday afternoon to ask her to help draw a self-portrait.

He's been around since the two weeks she opened up in the Rue Saint-Antoine.It has persisted until now.What month is this already?

Every time Qiu Yihan passes by, he can meet such a loyal customer.So, she has a deep memory of him.

"It's me. Miss Qiu Yihan from China." The man nodded with a smile, and that smile was even more dazzling. "You never asked my name. It makes me very sorry."

"Sorry." Qiu Yihan smiled awkwardly and said, "What's your name?"

"El Raffarin. You can call me El," said the young man.

"El, hello." Qiu Yihan said with a smile.

After thinking about it, I asked, "Auntie said this is an art exhibition held by the Raffarin family?"

"Not bad." El Raffarin nodded. "It was organized by the Raffarin family. I also specially organized it for you."

"—" Qiu Yihan's face turned red, and the whole neck was covered with a strange and touching rouge color.

This naked show of love was a little hard for her to accept.

The young man smiled at her and said, "Miss Qiu Yihan, you are welcome. To me, this is the happiest thing tonight."

Qiu Yihan turned around and looked around, but she didn't find her aunt Qiu Jingwen.

It's strange, they obviously came together, and Qiu Jingwen has been by her side all the time, why did they suddenly disappear?

"Anisi met a friend of hers. I saw that they had a good conversation." The blond El Raffarin said with a smile.

"Thank you. Have you known her for a long time?" Qiu Yihan thanked her.Anes is the French name of her aunt Qiu Jingwen, and she is also well-known in the Paris art circle.Everyone called her that.

Since she was chatting with a friend, she wouldn't immediately chase after her to disturb her.

"Slightly earlier than I knew you." El Raffarin said with a smile. "Anise is very famous in Paris, and her paintings are not cheap now."

"Thank you." This time it was Qiu Yihan who thanked her on behalf of her aunt Qiu Jing.

"So, I came here to ask, can I have the honor to introduce these paintings to you? Because I see unknown doubts in your eyes." The man asked aloud.

"He saw the curiosity in his eyes?" Qiu Yihan thought in surprise.

Yes, although she has a few years of art skills, she didn't get started when she was in China.After arriving in Paris, France, under the leadership and hands-on guidance of her aunt Qiu Jingwen, she has just stepped into the threshold of this art palace.

But what she is facing now are masterpieces, and each one is worth a lot.Oil painting is not only realistic, but also about artistic conception. Some paintings have no way for her to understand the significance of the artist's handling.

In the past, it was my aunt who acted as the guide and first teacher, but now, my aunt entrusted her to another man.

"Thank you." Qiu Yihan hesitated a little, but agreed aloud.She couldn't refuse such a request.

"Oh. Before you answered, I was really worried that you would refuse." The man saluted Qiu Yihan as a gentleman. "Thank God he loved me so much."

Qiu Yihan smiled, but his eyes shifted to the painting in front of him again.

Therefore, El Raffarin immediately changed the subject, looked at the oil painting in front of him and said: "Roman is a rising star in the oil painting world, a newcomer who has only emerged in the past few years. He is famous for his bold colors and unsparing brush and ink. His works are Zhang Chi There is a degree, which makes people feel that it is impossible and reasonable.”

"This is Roman's early work. When I first saw it, I fell in love with it. I just didn't expect that it used to be collected as a hobby, but now it has become a lucrative investment-I can see it, and you too Loved it."

"Yes. I like it very much." Qiu Yihan didn't deny it.

"This one is Sean's work. Sean became famous very early, but there are not many works left behind. This painting is his wife, who is also a woman he calls 'soul mate'. He only married in his life. Once married, the media once commented that he was crazy about love—however, he cut off one of his wife’s thighs. He thought her wife’s limbs were too perfect. Is this the sensory world of an artist? We mortals always Hope everything works out perfectly."

"He is a lunatic." Qiu Yihan said.She likes art, but she doesn't like those perverts who do crazy things in the name of art.

"Oh. Keep your voice down. His followers will be very angry if this sentence is heard." El Raffarin made a small joke.

Qiu Yihan smiled, making El Raffarin's eyes brighter.

"I think you must be interested in this work. This is an early work of Alice, and it is also her famous work - she called this painting "New Life", I think, this is both the work itself and her. It has the meaning of rebirth. The baby in the painting is a new life, and her life has to go on another, wider road—”——

In the luxurious carriage, Qiu Yihan kept a straight face and said nothing.

Qiu Jingwen wanted to speak several times, but seeing Qiu Yihan's tightly pursed lips, she could only swallow what she wanted to say.

The car stopped at the gate of the yard, and the driver quickly got out of the car, trotting over to help open the rear door.

"Thank you." Qiu Jingwen said with a smile. "Please express my thanks again to Master El."

"It's my honor." The driver said respectfully. "I will help convey your thanks."

After the car left, Qiu Yihan and Qiu Jingwen returned to the villa where they lived.

"Jingwen, Hanhan, are you back?" Grandma, who was watching TV in the living room, rushed out when she heard the door open. "Have you had fun tonight?"

"Grandma, it's pretty good." Qiu Yihan said.

"It's fine." Grandma said happily. "If you like it, let aunt take you out to play more in the future."

"No more." Qiu Yihan said. "I still prefer to sleep at home."

After speaking, he walked towards his room.

Grandma looked at Qiu Jingwen, Qiu Jingwen shrugged her shoulders, expressing that there was nothing she could do.

"I'll go and persuade her," said grandma.

"I'll go." Qiu Jingwen said.

Qiu Jingwen pushed open the door of Qiu Yihan's room, she was sitting on the computer desk to send and receive emails.

"What? Are you unhappy?" Qiu Jingwen sat on Qiu Yihan's bed and asked with a smile.

"I said, I don't like this." Qiu Yihan said.

"But, I think El is quite suitable for you." Qiu Jingwen said seriously. "Even I was touched by him, don't you feel it at all? This time he took the initiative to find me. He knew that you like painting, so he held this exhibition with the collections in their home. He hopes you I can appreciate the works in his collection, and hope to have a chance to get to know you formally. I really have no way to refuse such a request."

"How many times have I said that I—"

"You have someone you like, right?" Qiu Jingwen interrupted her and asked back.

"Yes." Qiu Yihan said.

"Then does he like you?"

Qiu Yihan was silent.

"You can't even tell if he likes you, can you?"

"He likes it." Qiu Yihan said.Thinking of the way Tang Zhong looked at her, it was very gentle, with a touch of doting, which made her heart throb.

"You're not even sure?" Qiu Jingwen said angrily. "Are you willing to give up such a great opportunity for a love that you are not sure about and a man who is not worth waiting for? What's wrong with El Raffarin? I think he is the most suitable man for you. With him, you will be pampered all the time."

"Beloved?" Qiu Yi smiled coldly. "Just like daddy dotes on me?"

"That's different."

"It's the same." Qiu Yihan said stubbornly. "Because I don't like him."