grandpa is not sick

Chapter 31 Patience Patience

Only when Fu Qingliu came to Blackstone Gallery did he see the difference between a big artist in the true sense and a small artist like himself who was praised by others. The three-day exhibition attracted art lovers and collectors from cities from all over the world. artists, and even artists, Fu Qingliu felt that this kind of hot scene had simply promoted the development of Qingshi, and the owners of hotels and even B&Bs could make a fortune.

No wonder so many people are rushing to hold an exhibition for a ten-day period of free payment. After this exhibition, the reputation of the gallery will be greatly improved, okay?Even the reputation of other artists in the gallery can be improved a bit. After all, who can be sure that the people who come to Fu Yixun's exhibition will happen to buy one or two of your works of art?These art galleries are not like Shili Gallery, which closes the inner gallery when the outer gallery is open. Of course, if you pay a ten-day exhibition, you don’t have to worry about being robbed of the limelight by other artists’ things.

Fu Qingliu was idle and had nothing to do. She waited behind a long line to get in, then took out her mobile phone to read a novel, and soon there was a long line of people behind her.

A white Ferrari was parked in the open-air parking lot next to the Blackstone Gallery, and Fu Yixun slid down the window to watch the long queue of two people.He has the habit of looking at the atmosphere and layout of the gallery before holding an exhibition. Probably because of his growing environment and personality since he was a child, he always requires perfection. Many things must be in his hands before he can rest assured. He came to Blackstone Gallery and thought that today was the first day of the exhibition. As a result, he had no idea where his plates were placed, what angle his vases were placed at, and what lighting was on his paintings, even if Liao Kang must He also felt uncomfortable with being able to do it according to his preferences, so he drove over.

It's just that he didn't want to go in after seeing so many people.He hates crowded places, where many people's hair, clothes, and even skin will touch him, and he feels disgusting when he thinks that he has been touched by strangers all over his body.

Among the choices of confirming that his development is safe and avoiding being touched by many strangers, Fu Yixun chose to avoid being touched by many strangers without any accident. He was about to close the window, restart the car and leave, when he caught sight of What, the up-sliding car window slid down again, and then in the middle of the long line, he caught the figure of a certain woman who had made him have a bad temper for the past few days.

Fu Qingliu was flicking the screen of his mobile phone with his head down, when suddenly a shadow enveloped him, and then he heard many younger women behind him exclaim, "So handsome!" "Are you a celebrity?" and so on.Fu Qingliu looked up and saw Fu Yixun's exquisite and handsome face. The scarf hanging around his neck today was dark blue, still with beautiful golden patterns.

The existence of this person seems to have a very different style of painting from most people, like an ancient but exquisite Western oil painting that should be framed and put in the collection room.

"Why are you here?" Fu Yixun asked her, noticing that someone was taking pictures of him with his mobile phone, he frowned unhappily, but even if he frowned, it seemed that those women were so excited that they wanted to scream.

Fu Qingliu came back to his senses, and lazily raised his paw to greet him, "Didn't you see me queuing up? Of course I came to see Master Fu's exhibition."

Fu Yixun's frown relaxed again, he knew that this woman was secretly in love with him, maybe she had been fascinated by him for many years because of his art, it made sense why she was so unreserved.

"With such a long queue, it won't be your turn until the afternoon."

"Oh, it's okay, I have time." Fu Qingliu said that she is really free and doesn't like to socialize with others, and there is nothing for her to do in the gallery, so she has nothing to do when she doesn't need to paint, and she can be counted as queuing here kill time.

Would you rather stand in line for hours to see his exhibition?Fu Yixun's ears were slightly red from being blocked, and he completely ignored the people who came from thousands of miles away and were willing to line up for hours to see the exhibition.

"Come with me." Fu Yixun was fed up with the women's excited and explicit eyes and discussions, and after walking two steps, he found that Fu Qingliu hadn't followed him. Looking back, Fu Qingliu was standing there and reading the novel with his head down. , he thought to himself that it was too noisy, so she didn't hear him, so he walked back and grabbed her sleeve, and pulled her away.

Fu Qing, who deliberately ignored Fu Yixun, felt a feeling called "being shot into a sieve by the eyes".

Fu Yixun directly dragged Fu Qingliu into the Blackstone Gallery. Due to the limited number of visitors, the Blackstone Gallery was actually not as crowded as the line outside, but there were indeed many people. Discussing pottery in the glass cabinet, someone has been begging the staff to buy something,
"Look." Fu Yixun said to Fu Qingliu with slightly stiff and distorted facial muscles.

Ever since he came in, Fu Yixun's face smelled as if he was in a room full of bedbugs, and his eyes were full of disgust. At first Fu Qingliu thought she hated these people, until the third time he saw After Fu Yixun avoided a person passing by him far away, she realized that what he disliked was not these people, but the touch of these people.Thinking of Xiao Yang's overreaction when he met for the first time because Xiao Yang's hair fell onto his scarf, Fu Qingliu felt a little better.

Does this person have contact disorder?
Her eyes fell on the sleeves that Fu Yixun was pulling, and she remembered his hand gently covering the back of hers, and she became uncertain, but one thing that was certain was that at least he didn't seem to be loathe her touch.

"Have you finished watching?" Fu Yixun asked a little impatiently, and took two steps to the side again, completely avoiding people who might pass by him as he passed by, and seeing Fu Qingliu nodded, immediately Pull her to the next one, and wait patiently for her to finish so that she can move on to the next one.

Fu Qingliu is a player in the game, so he doesn't know that from the outsiders' point of view, the movements of the two of them pulling each other seem very interesting, and there is an indescribable feeling in the fun, that seems to make everyone A man who passed by his side, with picky eyes and useless eyes, wished to leave this ghost place immediately, but he didn't let go of her sleeves, and immediately pulled them down when she nodded. A scene full of impatience for the situation but also patience for the person and what the person wants to do in a location is absolutely loving.

So some bystanders couldn't help but came out to disturb.

"Simon!" A soft voice rang out, and a girl wearing a new light green Chanel dress came over, with a sweet smile on her lips, she approached and said naturally, "You didn't tell me you would be here today. "

(End of this chapter)