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Chapter 175 Seven Years
Louvre Museum of Fine Arts, Paris, France.

Vita fiddled with the camera in his hand, shuttling among the tourists who came to visit.

He is a photography student at a famous French school. This year's graduation work is to take a group of photos with people as the main part.

He was preparing to take the western art history for his master's degree, so he traveled between the Louvre Museum of Fine Arts, observing tourists from all over the world, and burst out a moment of strong love for the works of art they loved.

Today is very interesting. There is a tourist who attracts Vita's attention with the most original feminine charm. Her beauty hits Vita's heart directly.

He entered the scene with her at the opening time, and it is already noon now. From the very beginning, Vita has surrounded her intentionally or unintentionally, and she is standing in front of that picture. Now that he is about to leave, she is still in that picture. in front of the screen.

When Weta realized it, the camera was full of her photos.

She has long black hair and a face of Chinese descent, but it perfectly matches the blood red lipstick on her lips. She is wearing the latest dress this year. Weta can recognize that it is Mondrian's work with checkered elements.

An oriental glamorous lady.

"Ma'am, do you need an explanation?"

The pure French accent sounded in his ears, and Meng Xiao was interrupted from thinking. Hearing the sound, he turned around and saw a boy with chestnut hair.

The facial contour is very deep, but the eyes are rare blue, and the figure is tall, resembling a male model in a fashion week runway show.

Meng Xiao smiled back, not intending to talk to him, and turned back to continue looking at the painting in front of him.

Weta, however, was confused by this smile, so he mustered up his courage and tried not to look too aggressive. Ms. Dongfang prefers to be subtle and step-by-step, and being too direct and open may backfire.

"This pair of "The Money Merchant and His Wife" is a classic collection of the Louvre Museum. It is only a little less classic than "The Smile of the Mona Lisa." Weta tried to attract her attention with relaxed and humorous language Li, the people who come here are ordinary tourists, and they can't be too professional and boring, it will make him appear boring.

But after a sentence was finished, Vita realized that she had used French. She was a foreigner, so she might not understand what he said.

At this moment, Meng Xiao smiled at the painting and said, "Really? I think it's more interesting."

She speaks French!This realization made Weta very happy.

Taking a breath, sinking her beating heart into her stomach, Vita stepped forward and stood in front of that painting, regardless of whether she was a performance artist or not, disturbing her impolitely.

But Meng Xiao only had this painting in his eyes.

The protagonists in the painting are a couple. The man is the cashier and is counting the money. The wife is reading the Bible, but her eyes are watching her husband counting the money.

The art commentary discusses this couple, which everyone says means that religion is gradually becoming as important as money.

It is money that elevates the status, and it is also the belief that falls to the mortal world.

From Meng Xiao's point of view, faith must bow to money, and the party who believes must pay the price of destroying his dignity, and the party who pays money, Meng Xiao has not yet noticed what Yang Yi has sacrificed.

In the eyes of outsiders, she and Yang Yi were the one who suffered the most damage, but only she knew that she almost lost her life.

The phone was vibrating all the time, and there were congratulatory messages from all directions since the beginning, but Meng Xiao didn't read it, she was still savoring the painting.

Weta was interrupted by the vibrations, and looked down at her vibrating mobile phone, only to find the Van Gogh album in her hand.

"To see Van Gogh, you have to go to the Orsay Museum. The Van Gogh paintings in the Louvre have already moved to Orsay." Weta suggested with a smile, "If it's convenient, I can be your free tour guide. Know some art knowledge."

"Are you a student majoring in fine arts?" Meng Xiao asked.

Weta smiled shyly, showed him his camera and said, "I study photography and know a little about the history of painting."

Looking at the time, there are still three hours before the important event in the afternoon.

"In the afternoon, there is an oil painting exhibition in our school's art gallery. There is a painter whose style is very similar to Van Gogh. She won the gold medal in this international painting competition. Today's famous painting that participated in the competition will be exhibited."

Thinking of the painter, Vita became excited, and invited: "Why don't I treat you to lunch, and we will visit together in the afternoon, there will be unexpected gains."

Windfall?Meaning he wants to spend the night with her?
Meng Xiao has long been accustomed to such invitations in France.

"No, thank you, goodbye." Meng Xiao politely refused, turned around and walked out of the museum. Weta didn't give up and wanted to follow, but saw her get into a red Porsche and walk away.

It's a pity that Weta was lost and went back to school with the camera.

He still has photos, which he developed to commemorate his encounter with a beautiful Chinese woman.

……

Meng Xiao parked the car in the parking lot of the Academy of Fine Arts, and her phone kept vibrating, making her extremely irritable.

Picking up the phone, a bunch of unread messages flashed on the WeChat page, the top one was her brother, Meng Xun.

Meng Xiao clicked on it, and there was only one video request, which was mixed with a lot of congratulatory messages. Meng Xiao was looking at the painting at the time, but didn't answer it.

Click on the video call and call back.

After a few rings, Meng Xun was connected. His dark face showed fortitude and maturity. He was no longer the Meng Xun who didn't know the interests of the world a few years ago.

"Sister, good afternoon." Meng Xun was still lying on the bed in his pajamas before dawn. Before he could wash his face, he smiled at her.

"Good morning, call me so early, what's the happy event?" Meng Xiao leaned in the car, flipping through the documents in his hand, and asked him comfortably.

Meng Xun blushed, and said, "I don't have a happy event, the main thing is to congratulate my sister for winning the award."

"Is it reported in China? So soon?" Meng Xiao asked indifferently.

"Well! After the results came out tonight, the official media immediately named you and gave you a high evaluation." Meng Xun was excited when he thought about it. He didn't fall asleep all night, watching the news, just waiting for this result.

She has just won a gold medal in a well-known foreign painting competition. This award has a high gold content, and Meng Xiao is the youngest winner ever.

"Sister, when are you going back to China? I'll bring Nan Nan to celebrate with you." Meng Xun couldn't contain his excitement. If it wasn't for his sensitive status and his organization being unable to go abroad, he wished he could fly to her side immediately.

It has been almost seven years since she was admitted to a foreign university and went abroad to study. Every year, she said that she was very busy with her studies and couldn't come back for reunion. Meng Xun missed her very much, but he didn't dare to say it, because he was afraid that his sister would worry about her. He cannot study hard abroad.

Thinking of Meng Xun, and Yang Shannan who was growing up in China, Meng Xiao was relieved that Meng Xun had his own career and she didn't need to worry about it anymore.

"Well...it may take a few months, and I won't be able to go back in a short time." Meng Xiao thought about the itinerary, and said: "When I go back, I will be the first to tell you."

"Okay! It's a deal!" Meng Xun nodded happily, and the two chatted some more gossips before Meng Xun reluctantly hung up.

Meng Xiao clicked on another silent dialog box, typed a few words in the dialog box, and then deleted it.

Exit the dialog box, throw the mobile phone off screen to the co-pilot, pick up the file and familiarize yourself with the content again.

……

A global painting competition held every six years. The final results are announced. The authors of the shortlisted works come from all over the world. Professors from the top ten authoritative art academies in the world jointly judge the exhibition. The selected winning works have attracted art associations in many countries. a heart.

The entries were submitted anonymously, and the winners were not announced until this morning.

The gold medal winner is an oil painting called "Running".

The painting is a golden wheat field, the wheat field is sharp and sharp, the texture is exquisite, the color is adjusted to the publicity, a dark green team is running in the distance, the abstract painting style is processed, and it looks like a group of youthful young people from a distance, swaying Youth and sweat run forward.

The use of color is bold, the brushwork is mellow, and the work of the gold medal is well-deserved.

After the announcement of the results, these award-winning works will be exhibited at the University of Fine Arts in Paris for a period of three days, opening at [-] o'clock this afternoon.

Meng Xiao sat in the car until two o'clock before entering the art exhibition hall. The workers were moving the layout of the paintings, and the organizer had already arrived.

"Meng Xiao, you were almost late." Her assistant Zhu Ang arrived early to direct the exhibition. Meng Xiao's award-winning painting must be protected by him all the way. Are you familiar with it? This time, there will be a live broadcast by the media, and the domestic mainstream media will pay a lot of attention to you, and you will be able to speak on stage later, so there must be no mistakes."

After all, he took a look at Meng Xiao's body and felt that her makeup was not appropriate, and asked, "Do I need to contact a makeup artist for you? Your plain makeup is too pale."

Meng Xiao simply ate a piece of bread in the car, and temporarily wiped off her lipstick. Her face was pale in front of her in the painting exhibition. Meng Xiao shook her head and used her own lipstick to fill in the color.

Sure enough, whether a man wears makeup to a woman depends on whether the lipstick color is red or not.

Zhu Ang nodded in satisfaction. Meng Xiao is beautiful in itself, and she is glamorous and charming with a little dressing up. He lowered his head to check the speech draft given by Zhu Ang, and said, "Change this sentence and add national feelings to it. This will affect the image of the country. There are benefits."

They are not currently developing domestically, but that does not mean abandoning the domestic market.

But Meng Xiao knew that they would go back after all, her family was there.

(End of this chapter)