grandpa is not sick

Chapter 80 London, England
Inside the envelope was an invitation letter from the Gu Schiller Art Committee, which was different from the computer-typed invitation letter Xia Junning gave her. This invitation letter was handwritten in English, which seemed to make people feel valued and recognized. feel.

The Guschiller art exhibition opens in four days.

Fu Qingliu remembered that he hadn't contacted Fu Yixun for so many days, but the person who called and answered was Liao Kang. He said that Fu Yixun had no time to answer the phone now, and he was in the UK now.

Fu Qingliu suddenly remembered what Fu Yixun had said to her.

——“I will wait for you in the temple.”

It's like a king sitting on the throne speaks with a low and trusting voice to a person who is struggling to grow up and catch up with him, who is unwilling to be his subject.

So, how could she let him down?The next day, she took her own owl and peony bag and got on the plane to the UK.

The plane flew across the sky, leaving a clear trace.

When it comes to London, the two words that come to Fu Qingliu's mind the most are damp and fog. However, I don't know if it is because of the upcoming art feast that countless people are looking forward to. The weather is beautiful and the weather is perfect. It's so good that people can't believe it.

Fu Qingliu met no less than ten artists at the two airports from the time she got on the plane to when she got off the plane. There are probably many others she doesn't know, who are either waiting for the exhibition or participating in the exhibition.It may be because everyone has the same purpose, so when Fu Qingliu arrived at the hotel, he saw those famous faces in China, Zhang Yitong, a master of traditional Chinese painting, and Qian Yuanming, a master of traditional Chinese painting. Some well-known Zhou Youpeng are all aged 60 or 25. There is also Zhao Minhui, a new-generation painter who became famous four years ago at almost the same time with her because of her disabled legs and self-improvement. Only [-] and [-] years old, Zhao Minhui and Fu Qingliu are the only ones in this group who paint mostly bright and colorful oil paintings.

Fu Qingliu dragged his luggage and stood silently in the corner of the elevator, watching them come in. A group of people seemed to be startled when they saw Fu Qingliu's exquisite oriental face. After entering the elevator, he looked very friendly in Tang suit Zhang Yitong, who is in his sixties, smiled at Fu Qingliu, "Did the little girl also come to see the Gu Schiller art exhibition?"

Fu Qingliu respected the old man and nodded with a smile.

"Hey, is this a painting?" Zhou Youpeng asked with a smile when he suddenly saw the painting wrapped in thick paper lying at Fu Qingliu's feet against the elevator wall.The paintings of these masters have already been sent to the Gu Schiller Art Committee for deposit, but Fu Qingliu didn't have a good rest on the plane and rushed to the hotel to rest and sleep, so he still brought it with him.

Fu Qingliu nodded.

Zhou Youpeng asked again: "Whose is it?" After Zhou Youpeng asked, he realized that he had made a mistake. He should have asked "Did you draw it?" To Fu Qingliu answered.

"The water is clear."

When the words came out, several people looked over in surprise, especially Zhao Minhui, her movements had a large arc, as if she didn't care about what they said just now, but suddenly heard a name, and turned her head suddenly as if her nerves were stimulated , and the wheelchair below him also tilted.

"Shui Qingliu?" Zhao Minhui stared at Fu Qingliu, "Will she come to the Gu Schiller Art Exhibition? Has she been recommended? Have you received an invitation?"

Fu Qingliu looked at her strangely, "Is this strange?"

Of course it’s strange, there are only a few qualified referees in the domestic circle, one of them is here, and the rest are all in the same circle of friends, whoever recommended who doesn’t know?Where did Shui Qingliu get the letter of recommendation from?
"Are you her agent? Is she exhibiting new works?" Zhao Minhui asked again.

Fu Qingliu looked at Zhao Minhui strangely. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She always felt that Zhao Minhui was very sensitive to Shui Qingliu, as if she was a little... nervous?Still have some hostility?If she felt right, Fu Qingliu would soon be able to figure out the reason, which was nothing more than treating her as an imaginary enemy.

Because they rose to fame in the same period of time, and they were all hyped by someone. The difference is that Shui Qingliu hypes paintings, and Zhao Minhui focuses on her disabled legs and her inspirational life of persevering in pursuit of her dreams. She was the one who moved countless viewers on the TV station, but although she was talented in painting, she was no match for Fu Qingliu. The painting even sold for a high price of 50 at once.

But people are forgetful. After being touched, she was left behind. After all, there are many people in society who are worse than her. After the hype has faded away, it is time to see the truth. Shui Qingliu has a lot of accumulation, and gradually tramples her under her feet, and is even highly praised as a "pioneer". Facing such a situation, I am afraid that few people can not hold grudges. She feels jealous and resentful against rivals who are far ahead of her.

In fact, it is also human nature.

Fu Qingliu nodded to Zhao Minhui, "It is indeed a new work."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Minhui stared at the painting at Fu Qingliu's feet, and tightly held the armrest with her hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, her eyes showed a kind of tension, hostility, fighting spirit and excitement.

"Speaking of which, Shui Qingliu hasn't produced a new work for four years. I thought Jiang Lang was exhausted. Now, I can see the new works of the two most outstanding talented painters in recent years. They have been preparing for four years. See This year's Gu Schiller Art Exhibition is still worth looking forward to." Zhou Youpeng patted Zhao Minhui's shoulder and said with a smile.

Zhao Minhui returned a cute smile, but her hand holding the armrest was tight and tight.

(End of this chapter)