The runaway wife of the president of the empire

Mu Yiyi paced slowly, carefully admiring the beautiful and vivid oil paintings. www>

When she sees a satisfactory painting, she will stop and appreciate it slowly.

Suddenly, in an inconspicuous corner, an oil painting of sunflowers attracted her. The bright glass top above her head shone a ray of sunlight, and particles of dust danced freely among the golden tassels, spinning a thousand times. back.

On the picture, the clusters of flame-like sunflowers not only exude the maturity of autumn, but also more wildly express the painter's passionate desire and tenacious pursuit of life.

The fiery yellow patches not only integrate the brilliance of nature, but also express the painter's full experience and eternal excitement of life. [

Suddenly, a light shone in her eyes, a light with the power of dreams!

"This painting is not very good!" Behind him, a gorgeous and magnetic male voice sounded gracefully.

Mu Yiyi turned her head abruptly, first startled, then smiled embarrassedly: "It's you! Mr. Lin!"

Lin Siquan put his hands in his trouser pockets, her sunny smile made him understand why Lei Yufeng had a soft spot for her.

A person who has lived in a cold and cruel world for a long time cannot suppress his love and pursuit of sunshine.

"Don't call me Mr., you can call me by my name, Si Quan, or my English name, Eason!"

"Eason? Isn't that... Isn't that the English name of the new generation of song god Eason Chan?"

"That's right! I started it when I went abroad to study. I didn't know it at the time, but when I knew it, I got used to it, and I don't want to change it!"

Mu Yi nodded and said, "I have a good friend who likes to listen to Eason singing very much. Since you called this name, you must have gone to make up your homework later, right?"

The corners of Lin Siquan's lips curled up in a nice curve, and his eyes were filled with nostalgia for the youthful years of his school days.

"Why do you have time to come here today?" He knew that Lei Yufeng stayed in the hotel last night, so he thought that this little woman should feel sad or angry about the man not coming home at night.

But on her face, he saw nothing but a sunny smile.

"Oh! The curator here is good. He promised to let the students of our school come to visit for free, so that they can feel the power of art and receive some influence."

Lin Siquan smiled meaningfully, and replied lightly: "That's it!"

Mu Yiyi pointed to the pair of sunflowers on the wall, and asked, "By the way, I think this painting is pretty good. Why don't you say it's not good?"

Lin Siquan took a step forward, squinted his eyes slightly, stared at the painting and said in a deep voice: "This painting is not good at expressing emotions and spirit, and it also lacks some understanding of colors and lines. In fact, natural objects are in the painter's In his eyes, it is only a carrier and a symbol to express subjective emotions, and only with free and smooth brushstrokes can his colors be full of tension and excitement and full of vitality."

"Wow! So professional!" Mu Yiyi made a playful gesture of admiration, "Listening to what you say is better than studying for ten years! It seems that you know how to draw."

In fact, she also saw the shortcomings of this painting. It was just because of her love for sunflowers that she fell in love with the house and thought it was very good!

"Do you like sunflowers?" Lin Siquan asked with a smile. [