The star is suspected of being mentally ill

Chapter 62 I am allergic to art...!
When Han Zhou finishes eating the famous Maoxiong Country specialties Maoxiong Red Sausage and Da Lieba, he can't wait to find a bucket of instant noodles to soak in.

Fortunately, the borscht was good.

At this time, Wang Xiya changed into a new set of clothes, and then took a new set of clothes: "Let's go, go out to play, wear this."

Han Zhou looked at the big coat in Wang Xiya's hand, and then at his own coat hanging by the door.

The coat hanging at the door was bought by An Lan last night, and Han Zhou still had a suit in his suitcase.

Obviously, she was the one who bought Wang Xiya's set, because the tag was still on it.

Han Zhou was puzzled: "It's so cold, where can we go to play?"

"Did Mosko people not go out throughout the severe winter?"

Wang Xiya pointed out the window: "Don't you think that only the severe winter Mosko is the real Mosko?"

Han Zhou lamented that if the Germans and Faluji people had this understanding, they would not have suffered a crushing defeat.

Han Zhou got up to take the clothes, tore off the tag, and threw it into the trash can.

Han Zhou didn't want to see this tag, and he couldn't afford to pay it back.

Because in the morning, I had already seen the tags of the two coats that An Lan bought.

Wang Xiya lifted the shoulder of the coat and helped Han Zhou put on the coat.

Wang Chuyang finished eating the marinated fatty meat that Han Zhou found a little disgusting, and excitedly asked, "Where are we going to play?"

Wang Xiya: "Go and play."

"Okay, I'll get out." Wang Chuyang sat back and continued to eat Da Lieba.

It seems that these dishes suit his taste.

Han Zhou got dressed and was ready to go out.

Wang Xiya brought out another pair of leather boots from her room: "Wear this pair and match this coat, they look good."

Han Zhou had no choice but to put on new shoes.

Then, under Wang Chuyang's gaze, the two went out.

As soon as the two left, Wang Chuyang took out his mobile phone and began to search for the address of Dayangma.

After searching for the address, Wang Chuyang urgently called the driver.

The driver from Mao Xiongguo saluted: "The boss said that he can't take you to a place with more than three women."

Wang Chuyang: "..."

"Then go to Red Square and have a look."

Driver: "There are more than three thousand women in that place."

Wang Chuyang: "..."

"Then where can I visit? Mosko Men's Keto Bar?"

driver:"……"

"You can go to any place with your legs, so I won't be blamed."

As expected of Mao Xiongguo's driver and translator, this accent seems to be learned from the Northeast.

Wang Chuyang chuckled: "Then tell me, where is the most fun!"

……

Chedyakov Gallery.

The car stopped, and Wang Xiya confirmed with the driver again and again: "Are you sure, you can enter this place without queuing? Just buy the VIP skip-the-line ticket?"

Driver: "OK!"

Han Zhou glanced over and saw the long queue outside the gallery. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you can go in without queuing.

At this time of year, even though it is only three o'clock in the noon, it is already getting dark in Mosko.

There are also a lot of people queuing here.

Wang Xiya introduced: "This gallery is the paintings collected by the businessman named Chedyakov with his own strength, including the paintings of celebrities and stage paintings in various stages of the art history of the Maoxiong Kingdom."

"There are also some paintings by well-known European painters such as France and Germany."

"Generally speaking, it takes at least three hours to finish visiting here."

"Let's go."

At this time, the driver is already saying hello.

A strong and sturdy man and a thin and short middle-aged man trotted over together.

The bodyguard in the car behind immediately stood in front of Han Zhou Wang Xiya.

Then I saw the driver and communicated with the two of them.

Soon, the burly man nodded to indicate that no problem, yes.

Driver: "Boss, follow them without queuing."

Han Zhou: "Is there really no need to line up?"

Wang Xiya looked at the long line at the door: "Don't be surprised by what happens to Mao Xiongguo. In the whole of Mosko, [-]% of the policemen drive their police cars around for rent during working hours."

Han Zhou: "6"

Soon, two locals, one tall and one short, walked in with Han Zhou Anlan and two bodyguards.

Among the crowd in line, someone cursed loudly.

Although Han Zhou couldn't understand what he was scolding, he could understand his emotions.

It seems that the other party is very unhappy.

Wang Xiya was also stunned.

Isn't there a so-called VIP ticket to get in without queuing?
At this time, the short local man, with an unimaginably loud voice,... scolded the scolding people in the queue.

In the queue, someone cursed loudly again.

Then, the short native, cursed back even louder.

The tall man smiled: "Just jump in the queue, if someone scolds, he will be responsible for scolding back."

"Someone wants to do something, I'll take him to the hospital."

Han Zhou: "..."

Wang Xiya: "6"

Han Zhou was very curious: "Is this a special job in the Maoxiong Kingdom?"

What scene haven't I seen? (cross out)

This scene has never been seen before.

I have seen people queuing on behalf of others, I have seen people selling scalped tickets, but I have never seen people who help people jump in line.

This fee is not much, about [-] or so in Huaguo currency, including the original ticket of the real ticket.

The ticket itself is 100 rubles, which is almost [-] yuan according to the current exchange rate.

These two earn only a hundred or so yuan, but this money can be used as a hundred and fifty dollars in Maoxiong Country, after all, the price of living materials is cheap.

Of course, don't buy fruits and vegetables.

In the process of going to the gate to jump in, Wang Xiya kept her head down.

Han Zhou was chatting with the tall man.

It turns out that this is really not Mao Xiongguo's characteristic profession.

This is the advanced experience that Da Gao learned from Yidali.

I heard from colleagues in Italy that it originated in French Braised Chicken.

Big man: "We like to learn from the advanced experience of Europeans."

"Some time ago, there were people from Huaguo who came to us to learn the whole process. It is estimated that you will be able to meet my apprentice at the Magic City Playground in the near future. I will leave you a phone number. You don't need to queue up at the Magic City Playground."

Wang Xiya lowered her head to translate, and at this time, she answered for Han Zhou: "No, let's go in quickly."

I really don't have to wait in line to go to the Magic Capital Amusement Park...

The key is that the country cannot afford to lose this person.

After entering the museum, Wang Xiya raised her face.

The driver is so unreliable!

Just imagine, Wang Xiya, who is dignified and holds tens of billions of stock assets, jumps in the queue to see an art exhibition. How embarrassing is it to spread the word?

But at the beginning, the driver said that VIPs skip the queue.

Han Zhou happily looked at the painting: "Don't you want to see the painting? Let's see it?"

The weather was already cold, but Wang Xiya's face turned red when she encountered such a shameful thing, just like a ripe red apple.

Looking up at the painting, Wang Xiya began to introduce: "This painting was created by a famous painter in Maoxiong Kingdom in the [-]th century. Impressionism was popular in Europe at that time, and finally caused a large-scale sensation in Maoxiong Kingdom after the German Art Exhibition. "

"This is the painting of Assani, the most famous Impressionist painter in Maoxiong Country at that time."

"However, this is not the pinnacle of Impressionism in the Maoxiong Kingdom. Nearly 100 years later, the Mongolian painter Bator's "Sailing Boat" represented the pinnacle of Post-Impressionism."

sailboat?

At this moment, more than seven hundred paintings with sailboats flashed through Han Zhou's mind.

Han Zhou thought that was all.

Next, "Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sinking boat, and ten thousand trees spring in front of the sick tree." Ancient poems and articles about boats flocked in.

That's okay, next, novels related to it popped out.

Then there are the songs.

When movies such as "Youth Pi", "Pirates of the Caribbean" and "Hero Zheng Chenggong" also appeared, Han Zhou's face was not good.

Wang Xiya didn't realize that Han Zhou was so uncomfortable, and continued to introduce: "This self-portrait of Andrei Spakschekov..."

Han Zhou's whole body is not well.

After looking at several paintings in a row, Wang Xiya said, "I don't know about this painting. What do you think his painting expresses?"

At this time, Han Zhou's face was pale, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Wang Xiya panicked: "Han Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

Her small hand stroked Han Zhou's forehead, and then put the back of her hand against Han Zhou's forehead: "You don't have a fever?"

"Have a cold? A cold?"

Han Zhou bared his teeth with difficulty, and squeezed out a smile: "I feel... I'm allergic to art..."

"Hurry up and slip away...you have to hang here..."

A painting is often not a painting of a concrete thing.

Instead, extract the commonality of this type of items, and then draw ambiguous.

This can give people a lot of different feelings, and everyone's feelings are different.

When Han Zhou saw these things, it was as if he had encountered a master key that could open his brain.

Any memory partition can be opened indiscriminately.

Wang Xiya supported Han Zhou, turned around and walked out.

No matter how beautiful the painting was, no matter how much he wanted to see the original painting, Wang Xiya didn't want to stay for a minute.

Even, with a slightly crying voice: "What's wrong with you?"

"Can you go?"

"I carry you?"

Han Zhou shook his head, motioning for himself to go.

Han Zhou struggled to walk, leaning against Wang Xiya.

Wang Xiya walked out holding Han Zhou's arm.

Feeling the softness of the arm, Han Zhou felt that his brain felt much better.

The moment he walked out, Han Zhou felt that his thinking ability had recovered a lot.

Can't you see this thing?

Didn't he become the big director in "Private Order"?

Wanted Ya, but Ya was poisoned.

The moment he walked out, Han Zhou let out a long breath: "It's done."

Wang Xiya: "???"

"what……?"

Wang Xiya held Han Zhou's arm and looked up, a little surprised and at a loss.

All right?

It seems that the symptoms really disappeared!

"Shall we go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"That's great." Han Zhou: "You see, I'm fine."

Wang Xiya saw that Han Zhou's face had returned to ruddy.

And Han Zhou looked down, and a tear fell from the corner of Wang Xiya's eye.

This silly boss, why are you still crying?

"That's great."

Wang Xiya reached out to touch Han Zhou's forehead, pinched his neck and ears, and then lay on Han Zhou's chest: "Don't talk, I'll listen to my heartbeat."

"Maybe it's a heart arrhythmia."

After various confirmations, Wang Xiya confirmed that Han Zhou was fine.

It was dark outside and snowing.

Under the dim street lights, there is a bench under which you can hide from the snow.

Wang Xiya: "Don't go back into the car yet, take a breath, it may be the cause of your shortness of breath."

When they got under the bench, Wang Xiya supported Han Zhou to sit down, and Han Zhou sat down with his usual expression: "I'm so good."

However, Wang Xiya was so frightened that she still hadn't recovered, she attached herself to look carefully at Han Zhou's pupils.

Wang Xiya wanted to see if there were any signs of Han Zhou's pupils spreading.

But in Han Zhou's pupils, he could only see his blurred reflection.

And Han Zhou looked at Wang Xiya's eyes, and saw hazy tears.

"It's all right, you can sit down for a while." Han Zhou pulled Wang Xiya to sit down.

Wang Xiya sat close to Han Zhou, only to realize that she was still holding Han Zhou's hand tightly.

Fingers clasped together.

The two sat quietly, Wang Xiya felt her legs touching the bench were cold, and subconsciously curled up her legs.

Han Zhou subconsciously raised his hand and hugged Wang Xiya's leg to his own: "It's over."

"Is this Ya poisoning?"

"I will bid farewell to this high-end art in my life."

But Wang Xiya heard it ignorantly.

What is Ya poisoning?

"Huh? And... this kind of disease?"

"How to treat it?"

Wang Xiya thought of a possibility, and blushed: "Do you want to treat Ya with vulgarity?"

"Then... I'll help you find one, jump...jump off...uh..."

Han Zhou smiled: "You don't think of the young lady from Mao Xiongguo as a human being. Where can I find a striptease in this winter?"

"Forget it, I can't see the art exhibition, and I guess the art gallery is too bad."

Wang Xiya used her slender fingers to flick off a few big snowflakes above Han Zhou's head: "Is it cold?"

"A bit."

Wang Xiya: "Let's go, to a place where we can breathe."

In the suburbs, on the Yenisei River, the two saw warriors swimming in ice holes with torches.

To be precise, I went down to soak for a while.

That young lady went down in her bathing suit.

Han Zhou's eyes straightened.

Wang Xiya pinched Han Zhou's waist, but unfortunately she was too thick to pinch.

Except for a glimpse of my young lady entering the water, the surrounding area is extremely quiet.

It was snowing in the city, but the stars could be vaguely seen outside the city.

Wang Xiya was in a daze, and was hit by a snowball, and then heard Han Zhou's burst of laughter: "Hahahaha!"

Looks like it's all right?Only then did Wang Xiya let go of her worries and made a snowball.

Of course, it missed.

"You are not allowed to hide!" Wang Xiya snorted.

Han Zhou: "Wouldn't you be a fool if you don't hide?"

A few bodyguards stood far away, with cold hands and feet, watching the two play in the snow.

"What's so interesting about this thing? We have a lot of snow in our pile."

Another bodyguard: "The boss and his boyfriend, are they playing with snow? It's love!"

"Of course you single dog doesn't think snow is fun."

……

In the morning, Han Zhou had a huge choice to face.

In the box, there are two sets of dresses, one marked as the dress for the awards ceremony, and the other marked as the dress for the reception.

An Lan bought them all.

At this time, Wang Xiya had a dress in her left hand and a dress in her right hand.

He looked at himself expectantly.

Han Zhou didn't know how to choose.

In the end, Han Zhou took out the dress jacket that An Lan had prepared for himself for the awards ceremony.

He took the trousers of Wang Xiya's right hand dress again.

Bright black trousers with vertical stripes.

A dark purple collar with a pattern, and a gray-black frosted top.

Any fashionista of him would have to shout 666 after seeing it.

Just when Han Zhou was about to change it himself.

Wang Xiya has already finished her suit jacket.

Han Zhou could only let Wang Xiya help him wear it.

After putting it on, Wang Xiya carefully sorted out the details of the suit.

Han Zhou looked down at the serious Wang Xiya, and suddenly saw Wang Xiya look up, with a pair of red lips printed on her.

"Brother Han, you saw my sister..." Wang Chuyang walked to the door, was stunned for a second, and silently closed the door.

(End of this chapter)