The rebirth group pets the little Fuwa

Chapter 98 Painting Exhibition
weekend afternoon.

After the dance class in the morning, Su Qinghe climbed into bed and took a nap after lunch.

When I woke up again, I was woken up by my mother.

"Get up, the art exhibition is about to begin." Wang Xiujuan struggled to pull her daughter up from the bed.

Su Qinghe sat paralyzed on the bed, rubbed her eyes with her hands, her long hair was casually draped behind her head.

"What?" Pulled up by her mother in a daze, Su Qinghe's mind was still not clear, and she didn't realize what was going on.

Wang Xiujuan looked at her daughter's ignorant eyes, and knew that she couldn't listen to what he said now.

Simply pull the person up from the bed, push him to the bathroom to wash his face, and wake up.

Cold water splashed on his face, and Su Qinghe's mind, which was still drowsy, finally sobered up a lot.

She remembered that before the holiday, the painting teacher asked her for a painting she had drawn before, saying that she was going to take it to a competition.

Su Qinghe didn't keep it in mind, and it happened before, but the selection cycle was a bit long, and every time Su Qinghe had to forget.

Suddenly one day the teacher came over with a certificate or a trophy.

I thought this time would be the same as before, but the teacher suddenly told her last week that her previous painting had been exhibited.

I also gave her a few tickets, if she is interested, she can go and have a look.

The teacher's expression didn't change much when he spoke, causing Su Qinghe to think that it was just an ordinary painting exhibition, which might be filled with paintings by children around Su Qinghe's age.

She didn't take it seriously, and when the family sat together for dinner at night, Su Qinghe suddenly remembered it.

Show them the ticket the teacher gave her.

To be honest, Su Qinghe didn't look at it carefully after getting the ticket.

If it wasn't for what her mother said, Su Qinghe might have always thought that this was just an ordinary art exhibition, and wouldn't take the time to see it at all.

But Su Qinghe felt that the main reason was that the teacher's expression was too calm at the time. She was so calm that she thought it was a public welfare exhibition.

She has participated in such exhibitions several times before, and all the income from the exhibitions is used for public welfare.

Although those paintings are very ordinary, even to be stricter, they have no technical content at all, they are just children's graffiti.

Generally, the people who hold this kind of exhibitions are rich ladies who have time and money, looking for something to do to pass the time.

At first, Su Qinghe thought that these paintings were drawn by children in the orphanage.

Later, she accidentally learned that those paintings were originally drawn by children in the circle, and then exhibited by the family.

Su Qinghe knew it was because someone in the class accidentally said it, and she found that almost all the students around them took the paintings for exhibition.

But the people who bought those paintings were mostly their parents.

No wonder, when Su Qinghe learned that all those paintings had been bought, and the price was not low, she thought that everyone was so enthusiastic about doing charity.

After hearing the truth, Su Qinghe felt that this made sense.

Unless it is the painting of one's own children, how could it be really willing to spend so much money if it was painted by other people's children.

"Which outfit do you want to wear?"

Wang Xiujuan had already helped her match several sets, and let Su Qinghe choose by herself.

Su Qinghe looked around and finally chose the first set, "This one."

"I also like this outfit the most." Wang Xiujuan smiled, urging her to change.

When she came out, she saw that Su Qinghe was wearing a navy blue dress. The neckline and cuffs were all designed with contrasting green edging, and there was an exquisite embroidered decoration on the chest.

The skirt just reached her knees, and the hem was a loose A-line shape. After wearing it, she was full of vigor and cuteness.

Su Qinghe wore a green beret of the same color as the hemming design on her head, and her slightly curly long hair was casually scattered over her shoulders.

The feet are also matched with a pair of green stockings of the same color, embellished with white letters.

Su Qinghe stood in front of the mirror and turned around. With such a suit, if she held a picture book in her hand, the artist's breath would come up instantly.

"Set off."

After a long meal, the mother and daughter finally got in the car and went out.

When they arrived at the exhibition hall, the art exhibition had already started. As soon as they got out of the car, Su Qinghe had already seen many people entering one after another.

Su Qinghe walked in holding her mother's hand, and someone checked the ticket at the door.

This is a private exhibition hall, which is divided into upper and lower floors. The design of the exhibition hall is very simple, and the overall shape is L-shaped.

In Nuoda's exhibition hall, everyone's attention is on the paintings on the wall, there is no sound, except for the occasional sound of high-heeled shoes walking.

Even if you meet someone you know, you just nod and smile, tacitly not disturbing the other party.

After Su Qinghe entered, the whole person calmed down instantly, quietly admiring the paintings on the wall.

Some of the paintings here are still treasures. If it weren't for this exhibition, Su Qinghe might never have the chance to see it with his own eyes.

Most of the works on the first floor are paintings by famous masters, and some painters are no longer alive.

Su Qinghe has always thought that she is a bit talented, and sometimes she will be complacent when she sees those trophies.

But seeing these paintings today, she realizes that she still has a long way to go, and she may not be able to achieve the achievements of these masters in her whole life.

However, Su Qinghe didn't feel that she was hit. She didn't intend to go this way, so don't make things difficult for yourself.

"Do you want to go to the second floor?" Wang Xiujuan reminded her.

Su Qinghe reluctantly left the first floor and walked upstairs after hearing what her mother said.

On the stairs on the first and second floors, several paintings are also hung on the right wall.

But judging by the pen name, Su Qinghe didn't have much impression. It should be a not-so-famous painter, so she didn't stay too long.

Mom was already urging her, and couldn't wait to go upstairs and find her paintings.

Compared with the flow of people on the first floor, the flow of people on the second floor is less than half, and it is not as quiet as the downstairs, and some people can hear subtle conversations from time to time.

Su Qinghe listened to them when they passed by. They seemed to be commenting on the paintings.

The paintings upstairs are all the works of some new painters, but the ones that can be exhibited here are either their teachers are very famous and have one or two places in their hands to show their students' paintings to the world, or they are his. The work is very aura and is appreciated by people.

Su Qinghe is of course the former one.

"Hey, here." Wang Xiujuan saw the girl's painting at a glance, and took her hand and walked.

Su Qinghe also saw her painting, and it was placed in a good place, almost as long as someone came up, they would be able to see her painting at first sight.

When the mother and daughter passed by, several people were already standing in front of Su Qinghe's painting, and they were whispering comments on her painting.

Su Qinghe stood not far from them, and couldn't help listening to a few words.

"It's very aura, and the painting method is also very delicate."

"It's handled well here," one person agreed, pointing to a spot on the painting, "the sensitivity to color is very good."

After hearing a few sentences, the mother and daughter turned to look at other paintings. Although the paintings upstairs were a little immature, they were considered outstanding among their peers.

Now that he came, Su Qinghe looked at each work one by one with a learning attitude.

"Huh?" Su Qinghe suddenly stopped in front of a painting.

Different from other paintings around, this painting is overall darker, and at first glance, people's hearts are unconsciously clenched together.

Su Qinghe looked at it for a long time, and her mood was not consciously affected. Through this painting, she seemed to be able to feel the mood of the owner of this painting at that time.

If she guessed correctly, the author of this painting is a little different from ordinary people psychologically or spiritually.

"What's the matter?" Wang Xiujuan saw her daughter staring blankly in front of the painting, with a strange expression on her face.

Hearing her mother's voice, Su Qinghe came back to her senses and shook her head, "It's okay."

"Mom, I want to buy this painting." Su Qinghe said suddenly.

Wang Xiujuan glanced at the painting hanging on the wall. She was actually a little reluctant. Although she was not a professional, she could still see some differences between this painting and other paintings.

"Shall we look at other paintings?" Wang Xiujuan carefully suggested, in her opinion, the other paintings here are better than this painting.

Su Qinghe didn't want it so much at first, but her mother rejected her idea of ​​wanting it, but she became more determined.

Holding her mother's hand coquettishly, "No, I just want this pair."

"Hey, it's not that mom won't buy it for you, it's just that this painting—" Wang Xiujuan hesitated to speak, but it was self-evident.

"Look at other paintings, shall we change to another painting?"

The paintings on the first floor are not for sale, but the paintings on the second floor can be bought if you like.

"No, I like this one."

It's not that the others are bad, but this is the only one that caught Su Qinghe's attention.

In the end Su Qinghe couldn't help it, so Wang Xiujuan had no choice but to agree, but there was a premise.

It cannot be placed in the bedroom.

This painting makes people feel uncomfortable. If she looks at this painting every day, Wang Xiujuan is afraid that her daughter will also be affected by this painting.

If Su Qinghe knew what her mother was thinking, she might laugh. Naturally, she wouldn't hang this painting in her bedroom. It didn't match the style of her bedroom at all.

"Okay, I'll put it in the collection room." Su Qinghe agreed immediately.

"Then let's go buy it quickly." Su Qinghe pulled her mother to stop the staff nearby, for fear that the painting would be bought if it was too late.

"Hello, I want to buy work No. 22." There is a number under each painting, which represents the number of this painting.

When they heard that it was the No. 22 work, the staff had a look of surprise in their eyes, and confirmed with her again, "Is it the No. 22 work?"

"Yes."

It seems that everyone has a deep impression on the No. 22 work.

That's right, this painting is a bit out of place here.

But if you really meet someone who likes this work, you will definitely like it.

In her previous life, Su Qinghe had seen some collectors who especially liked the works of a certain artist. As long as they heard that the artist had new works, they would not hesitate to buy them at a high price.

What’s even more exaggerated is that some rich people will buy the painter’s time for a few years, let him live in a certain manor or a certain castle villa, and paint there, and all the works painted during that time belong to him .

This is also a gamble.

But few painters would agree.

"Hey, you fill in the price." Wang Xiujuan finished filling out the staff's form, but encountered difficulties in the price.

Su Qinghe took the pen, filled in a number without hesitation, and handed it to the staff.

Wang Xiujuan didn't even look at the price.

The staff was already surprised when they heard that the children were asked to fill in the price, but when they saw the price filled by Su Qinghe, they wondered if they had read it wrong.

"Ma'am, are you sure?" The staff is afraid that the child will make up his own mind, and the parents will regret it and cause trouble.

Wang Xiujuan saw the surprised look of the staff, glanced at the list she handed over, and was a little surprised when she saw the numbers, but there was no change on the surface.

Smiling and nodding, he handed the list back, "OK."

"Okay ma'am," the staff adjusted their mood and said in a respectful tone, "If the photo is successfully photographed, a staff member will deliver the painting to your door."

Wang Xiujuan nodded nonchalantly, and continued walking while holding her daughter's hand.

"See if there is anything else you like to buy and take home together?"

Seeing the figures walking away between the two, the staff gradually calmed down.

Finish the list in your hand and hand it in later.

For paintings in this kind of art exhibition, sometimes several people may take a fancy to a painting, and at this time, the one with the highest price wins.

Everyone bids on their own, and when the exhibition ends, the person with the highest bid will have the opportunity to take the painting back.

But every painting has their reserve price, and if the bidder doesn't exceed the reserve price, then sorry you can't take it.

After shopping around, Su Qinghe didn't buy any other paintings except for the work No. 22 that she liked. If she could, she actually wanted to buy the painting downstairs.

In contrast, she doesn't seem to care so much about her paintings.

At first, Wang Xiujuan was worried that no one would buy her daughter's paintings, so she wanted to offer a price to buy them.

But was stopped by Su Qinghe.

She is not short of money, and if no one buys it, no one will buy it, and it will be good if she comes back when the time comes.

If no one buys it, my mother still spends money to buy it, and spends her own money to buy her own paintings, wouldn't it be a loss.

She doesn't do things like slapping her swollen face to make herself fat. It would be even more embarrassing if people found out.

After listening to what her daughter said, Wang Xiujuan also decided to buy it.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still some time before the end of the art exhibition, Su Qinghe ran downstairs after reading it upstairs for a while. It was rare to see it, so she took this opportunity to take a few more glances.

The little person was crowded in a group of adults, and she was particularly conspicuous. Every time she passed by, people couldn't help but look at her more.

It's not that Su Qinghe didn't feel that someone was looking at her, but she felt that these people's eyes were not malicious, but just curious.

"Teacher." Su Qinghe looked at the person in front of him with some surprise.

She remembered that the teacher didn't like crowded places and rarely went out, but she didn't expect to meet her here.

Xie Fangming looked at his students, with a smile on his lips, and looked around, "Are you alone?"

"Mom is upstairs." Su Qinghe said obediently.

"Fang Ming, what is this?" The lady beside Xie Fangming said, looking at Su Qinghe with a smile.

Su Qinghe had noticed this lady a long time ago, and she was also curious about the relationship between this lady and the teacher.

Could it be?
"This is Su Qinghe, the student I mentioned to you," and introduced the person next to Su Qinghe, "This is Jiang Tong, the person in charge of this exhibition."

Well, not the kind of relationship she guessed.

"Hello, auntie." He greeted politely.

"Hello, Student Su," Jiang Tong looked at Xie Fangming in surprise, "I didn't expect you to accept such a young student."

Xie Fangming smiled without saying a word.

They still had something to do, Xie Fangming told Su Qinghe to be careful and the two left.

(End of this chapter)