meaning of aurora

"Can you come out so early after finding a job?" Nie Guangyi gave a simple and rude reason.

"I haven't decided where to go yet." Meng Xinzhi responded lightly.

"I heard what you mean, girl, did you get more than one offer?" Nie Guangyi quickly realized it.

He is sitting now, not moving anywhere except his mouth.

The IQ is not pulled below the horizon by the muscles.

"There are some." Meng Xinzhi gave a positive answer.

"The girl, do you want to tell me and let me help you as a staff officer?" Nie Guangyi's tone did not have much hint of ridicule.

However, combined with his previous words and deeds, it was like provocation after extreme unbelief.

Meng Xinzhi is the kind of girl whose emotions are relatively stable. Even if she feels offended, she will not burn at once like Nie Guangyi.

"They are all museums, and they may not be very good for staff."

"No, I grew up in museums. There are 34 museums that condense human civilization, and none of them I haven't been to."

"Mr. Nie has also read the condensed book. I did not submit my resume to the 34 museums that Philippe Daverio wrote about. Those are all European museums. It is somewhat far-fetched to say that those museums condensed human civilization."

"Indeed. At most, it is European civilization." Nie Guangyi wanted to nod in agreement, but finally held back.

"We also need to add some cultural relics from the invasion. This may be the reason why Philippe Daverio thinks that these museums condense human civilization." Meng Xinzhi added: "When I was very young, my father told me, There are no foreign cultural relics in our Chinese museums."

"Aren't there many Forbidden City?" Nie Guangyi immediately began to argue.

On the contrary, Meng Xinzhi smiled because of such arrogance: "I also asked my dad the same after listening."

"Then how does my brother explain it?" Nie Guangyi went forward bravely on the road to elevating himself.

It seems that as long as the generations are different, there will be no entanglements related to love.

"My dad said, [The Forbidden City is an exception, but every foreign cultural relic in the Forbidden City has a clear origin. It is not plundered or stolen.]" The smile on Meng Xinzhi's face deepened, "I don't know a word. I wrote down this sentence, and I can still remember where my father said it to me."

Nie Guangyi was kidnapped by Meng Xinzhi's smile, he forgot to raise an argument, forgot his seniority, and began to ask seriously: "Where is it?"

"It's right where I lost this painting." Meng Xinzhi took out [Source of Aurora] from the folder that he carried with him.

The "Impressionist" painting with the same appearance was picked up by Nie Guangyi and finally "achieved" the meaning of Aurora.

Nie Guangyi's thoughts of chatting just now went to the Arctic Circle in an instant.

Because the speed was too fast, it directly broke free from the gravity of the earth and ran to outer space...

Meng Xinzhi didn't notice the change in Nie Guangyi's expression, and emphasized it seriously: "It was the first time I went to the Louvre, lost the painting, and was picked up by Mr. Nie again. I seem to be the same Because of what my father said, I became interested in museums."

"This is really a stubborn painting. It has been collected by me for so many years, and finally it was returned to the original owner as evidence of my crime." Nie Guangyi was a little self-deprecating.

"You can't see this painting. After this painting, the rudiments of the meaning of aurora gradually began to appear. The more you paint, the clearer it becomes." Meng Xinzhi also took out the second picture she drew. , put them together, and let Nie Guangyi make a comparison.

This is not a big deal.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

Nie Guangyi is very proud of his "advanced" eyes.

Why can't others see what's in the painting, but he always has a faint feeling, as if there is a building on the water jumping out of the paper.

He didn't want to continue discussing this topic with Meng Xinzhi.

He is also not sure whether a tainted architect can have a bright future.

The Pritzker Prize he once yearned for will also go away from him.

But what does it matter?

Does he lack this award?
Does he need to live as an architect?
The trust left to him by his mother, which can be used freely as long as he arrives, is still lying in the fund to earn interest.

Even if he loses his reputation, he can live a good life as long as he doesn't set foot in Italy anymore.

Leaving the architectural design that has been struggling for more than ten years, and staying away from the media that used to pay attention to him, how many people can really recognize him as soon as they see him and cast a strange look.

People are always forgetful.

When genius is no longer genius, it is easier to be forgotten.

Those who once made people shine because of their amazing looks may be forgotten just because they are fat.

Those who once made people shine because of their amazing talents may be forgotten just because they took second place.

The world is always so realistic.

Nie Guangyi found that his heart was at peace that he had never had before.

Genius was originally used to describe teenagers.

No matter how unwilling to admit it, the boyhood has long since left him.

A person's state of mind, sometimes, is such a momentary thing.

Dreams are a luxury that only belongs to teenagers.

Nie Guangyi found that he could calm down and face reality.

He no longer has to frantically exercise every minute and every second, and use the absolute exhaustion of his body to stop himself from thinking.

"The first picture of the meaning of aurora you painted is indeed fundamentally different from the second picture." Nie Guangyi took the first two paintings of Meng Xinzhi and began to seriously comment.

He looked at the time behind the signature of [Miss Happy], and continued to comment: "In the history of Western art, it took 400 years to develop from the Florentine School of Painting to the Impressionist School of Painting. From Impressionism to Florentineism."

"Mr. Nie, can you also see that the contents of these two paintings have made a qualitative leap?" Meng Xinzhi glanced at Nie Guangyi.

It's just a glance, mixed with faint expectations, like white clouds walking in the sky, visible to the naked eye, but extremely inconspicuous, hardly causing the slightest ripple in people's hearts.

Nie Guangyi was stimulated by this subtle ripple.

His heart is far more sensitive and delicate than his appearance.

Meng Xinzhi's expectation for her own "painting evolution history" means that the fact of his plagiarism is established, and it also means that he can no longer explain it clearly.

"I did see it. From the day Miss Kaigen found the first painting in the Roman studio, it has been confirmed." Nie Guangyi stood up, resisting the discomfort of his body, "I have to go to the bathroom to deal with it My hemorrhoids, so as not to stain Miss Square Square's seat."

Xuan Shi's home.

Xuan Shi sofa.

In this way, it became Miss Happy's seat...