hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 230 The Best Gift in the World ([-])

　Nowadays, whether it is acquaintance, confession or marriage, the form seems to be more important than the content.Christmas Eve in a religious sense is endowed with too much cumbersome meaning, which gradually deviates from God's original intention.

　However, isn’t that what worldly happiness is like? Following the rhythm of most people, doing the lively things that most people do, may be worldly happiness.

　And like the two of them, spending Christmas Eve in a foreign country, in an art museum where there are no people and no ghosts, this kind of atmosphere is really different.

　However, Gu Yihan has never played cards according to common sense, which is very in line with his style.

　Gu Yihan walked into an exhibition hall holding a lantern.On the huge canvas, the heads of a man and a woman looked at each other. They looked ugly and stiff. Tang Yumo was startled, and couldn't help but lean closer to Gu Yihan.

　"Aren't you going to look for the 'Old Prince' at this time?" Gu Yihan looked at her who posted it, and said coldly.

　"." Tang Yumo was speechless, when will the vinegar in this jar of vinegar run out?
　With Gu Yihan's strong arm as a support, she raised her head to look carefully again, and then remembered that this is a portrait of a certain duke and his wife, which is an early Renaissance painting, although the aesthetic feeling is not very in line with the current aesthetic.

　She tugged at the corner of Gu Yihan's clothes: "Well, let's change to another exhibition hall, shall we?"

　Gu Yihan was looking forward to her calling her name again, but when she returned to her normal state, she talked endlessly and stopped calling him by his full name.

　Gu Yihan also felt that the expressions of the couple in this painting were indifferent and confronting each other, giving them an ominous feeling.Then follow her request and go out to enter the next exhibition hall.

　Seeing that his opinion was adopted, Tang Yumo was so happy that he became lively again: "Your old prince friend is really quite humorous. How did you know each other?"

　"Gambling casino." Gu Yihan said.

　"Ah? You really are." Tang Yumo didn't say a word: You really dare to go to places of all kinds.

　"It's just an intellectual game. By the way, it's a test of people's greed. If the IQ is sufficient and restrained, it's a good place to make a fortune." Gu Yihan said without hesitation.

　"That's true. Existence is reasonable. Casinos." Tang Yumo originally wanted to agree, but as a former war reporter, she always had a reckless sense of justice and instinctively disliked casinos. This is a place where humanity is tested.

　So she said it bluntly: "I think there must be more tragedy than comedy. It's fine for rich people to have fun, but normal people should avoid it."

　"If I had escaped back then, the old prince might have died in Las Vegas, and you wouldn't be able to do a night tour with candles tonight." Gu Yihan sneered at Tang Yumo's "just words".

　He was admiring Botticelli's masterpiece "Spring" through a thick glass shield with a lantern, thinking about what kind of vision Charles had, and how did the mad woman beside him look like the one in Botticelli's painting? the Venus?It's simply too far away. Except for the relatively plump waist|feeling of the waist, it's barely counted.
　The woman next to her was still persistent in expressing her point of view, while listening to gossip out of curiosity: "But if everyone can engage in normal entertainment activities, won't there be no business to do in this kind of place, and won't it harm people? What, you saved the old prince? The scar on his face was left at that time? He couldn’t be crazy enough to bet his life, right?”

(End of this chapter)