Fengsha Jiangshan

Chapter 2175 Extra Story: The Phoenix Is Flying 【316】

"Understood..." Xiao Baozi happily agreed, and then bounced away.

Zhuge Canglan surveyed the surrounding area, all of them were well-dressed and seemed to be successful people, and there were some people who often appeared on the TV news, and today they saw real people here.

Zhuge Canglan didn't study oil paintings, and she was not a person who liked elegance, so she came here... just to see what's new, as for those paintings, I'm sorry, she can't see the way.

Yutian Xuanhuang held her shoulders, but he was quite serious about the words written on the wall...

Zhuge Canglan saw that he seemed to be looking very carefully, so he asked with a smile, "It is said that paintings can reflect the truest heart of the painter, what do you see, husband..."

Anyway, she saw that these paintings were all... well, one piece of color after another, and some of them looked really not as good-looking as those ridiculous girl cartoons.

Yutian Xuanhuang smiled, "That's right, paintings can indeed reflect a person's true heart, and it can't be covered up even if you want to."

"Then tell me, what is Lu Shu's heart like?" Zhuge Canglan asked casually.

But she didn't expect that Yutian Xuanhuang gave her an answer that she couldn't think of at all.

He said: "Crazy, perverted, twisted..."

Zhuge Canglan stood still immediately!
"No...it's not...Are you joking?" After a while, she laughed.

Yutian Xuanhuang laughed half-truthfully, "This is what I can see from his paintings."

When he said this, Mo Fenghua looked at those abstract oil paintings again, as if... she really saw a little bit of meaning, and she felt that there was a real sinister wind in the paintings...

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Let’s talk about Little Baozi, he was running around all over the place, his little broken leg was running very fast, he was cute, and he was dressed like a spoiled young master, so many people stopped looking at the paintings, Instead, I was looking at him...

Especially some female compatriots, when they saw the little buns, pink bubbles appeared in their eyes.

Quite a few people talked to him thousands of times to tease him, Xiao Baozi was not timid, and spoke clearly and logically.

He looked around on the first floor, and went up to the second floor when he felt bored. The exhibition halls on the second floor are small independent compartments, and there is only one painting in each compartment. The room is also made like a maze.

Little Baozi thought it was interesting, so he played the game of going through the maze inside.

There weren't many people on the second floor, and Xiao Baozi didn't meet many people while playing wildly here.

Suddenly he saw someone in a hidden compartment, and he walked over.

I saw an old man with gray hair and a neat suit looking obsessively at the paintings on the wall.

The little bun looked over curiously, that painting... how should I put it, it was all red, as if a bucket of paint was poured directly on the canvas.

Little Baozi felt dizzy after looking at it for a while, and opened his mouth to ask, "Grandpa, is this painting beautiful?"

The old man looked down at the little bun. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses. The light was a bit dim, and he could only see a cold reflection flashing across his lens, and he moved his hand.

He smiled at Xiao Baozi, showing his white teeth, "What a beautiful boy, come to Grandpa."

The little bun didn't move, just lying on the door frame of the cubicle, he raised his innocent and pretty face, "Grandpa, you didn't answer my question just now."

The old man nodded, "Oh, are you asking if this painting is beautiful?"

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(End of this chapter)