grandpa is not sick

Chapter 90 Stealing the Show (8)
"You never told me that you can speak French, and you can even speak Russian!" Fu Yixun severely accused Fu Qingliu.

"You didn't ask me." Fu Qingliu knew that Fu Yixun would scold her, but it was obvious that her pat on his thigh was very effective to comfort him. At least he didn't have a nervous attack, and his voice was lowered. few.

"Who knew you—" Fu Yixun was about to blurt out immediately. A staff member in the Shili Gallery once told him that Fu Qingliu's education was only in junior high school, and he could speak English with such a fluent British pronunciation. His English is quite normal. It can only be said that Fu Qingliu has studied hard and seriously, but he really never thought about it.Fu Yixun quickly thought of something again, his brows frowned, and disgust appeared in his eyes, "It's best for the staff in your gallery to be carefully screened before putting them in."

Fu Qingliu raised his eyebrows, vaguely understanding something.Someone deliberately gossips in front of Fu Yixun?Although her education level on her job resume is indeed only junior high school, it is really unbearable for people who rely on her to slander her behind her back.

"Tell me, how much more do you have?" Fu Yixun put away the disgust in his eyes, blinking and forgot about the gossiping staff member, how could such dirty and ugly things in the dust be qualified to occupy the space in his brain ?

"If you mean languages, um... There are eight kinds that can be used fluently as a mother tongue. There are also five or six kinds that can be used in daily communication when you have nothing to do." Fu Qingliu shrugged. She shrugged casually and said that after the incident ten years ago, she acted like an autistic person for a while, refusing to talk to anyone, refusing to stay with anyone, and locked herself in the room , Indulging in books, forgetting to eat and sleep, stuffing all kinds of knowledge into her mind to make herself forget those things, so that period of time was the time when she absorbed the most knowledge and also the most.

Fu Yixun seems surprising. He can speak more than a dozen languages ​​himself, and most of them can be used as his mother tongue. However, people who are not talented in language or whose IQ is not high enough can not do this at all, because the human brain The limit to how much you can develop is there...

Fu Qingliu took a look at Fu Yixun, wondering how much this guy looked down on her to be so surprised, rolled his eyes lazily at him, and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, it is said that I have an IQ of 210, It’s a genius, but I did only stay in school until junior high school, and I didn’t even finish junior high school. I didn’t have a college degree or anything. I received an invitation from an Ivy League school a few years ago, but I didn’t go.”

She is a genius, but after restraining her original sharp, stubborn, stubborn, confronting everyone, hurting others and hurting herself, because of her lazy and undisciplined personality and her low-key attitude of not wanting to compete with others , making her look like a pretty normal IQ normal person with a unique charm.

Fu Yixun looked sideways at Fu Qingliu's side face. She was delicate, fair and very young. There was a careless smile on the corner of her lips, and she looked at the front with a somewhat unfocused focus. Her long and dense eyelashes framed her eyes. The shallow shadow suddenly made him look a little unreal. He felt that there were many stories hidden in this woman.In ancient times, there was the pain of Zhong Yong. A genius would be affected by the environment in which he grew up. A careless person would even degenerate a genius into an ordinary person. A genius who can be cultivated cannot be without arrogance and arrogance, even Zhuge Liang who lives in seclusion in the mountains. Isn't it that some people are known as "Mr. Wolong" and let Liu Bei visit the thatched cottage?She shouldn't be so low-key, she doesn't even let others know that she is Shui Qingliu.

A very strange and strange feeling spread in the bottom of my heart, a little uncomfortable.

After Fu Qingliu led people to her booth, she found a circle of people around the booth, and they were looking at her paintings through the glass folding screen. This situation surprised several people behind Fu Qingliu Even more curious, Fu Qingliu yelled several times before he was able to get in from the crowd, unlocked the lock and pushed open the screen, so that the painting could be seen more vividly and clearly by the viewers.

As soon as Fu Qingliu entered, he couldn't receive those people anymore, because there were too many people asking the price and wanting to buy these two paintings. Of course, Fu Qingliu would not sell them, at least not on the first day of the exhibition. Lose.

"Oh God, I can't see it!"

"Can't you let it go?"

"The people in front have been watching for too long, haven't they?"

"Hey! Can't you just wait or come back tomorrow? It's crowded enough!"

"..."

Those who saw the paintings were reluctant to leave in a short time, and the noisy atmosphere attracted reporters to take a few photos. An art exhibition is not a celebrity meeting, and it is rare for such a noisy and crowded situation to happen. People are not surprised.

Fu Yixun crossed his arms and looked at the ladies around him who couldn't squeeze in because they were not tall enough to take a look, "Her paintings are very domineering, and you can hardly turn your eyes away after just one glance. She was fascinated by her paintings, I said."

"Oh, okay, okay, we understand, please don't say any more, we are already curious enough, if I don't take a look today, I don't want to leave here, although there is still a very important thing waiting for me to deal with. "

"Yes, that's right."

One afternoon, Fu Yixun was in a very "annoying" state of triumphant "fox fake tiger prestige", which almost made several men and women couldn't help screaming and hugging their heads madly. Mrs. Simon, who was in a state of love, Terrible!It's just... so annoying, God!Can you shut him up?They already knew how powerful and perfect the painter Shui Qingliu was in his eyes!
The art exhibition in the afternoon ended at four o'clock, and Fu Qingliu was finally able to catch her breath. She said that her mouth was dry and her buttocks hurt from sitting. She thought about going back to the hotel and going to bed after dinner, but unexpectedly locked the door. The screen lock was dragged away by Fu Yixuan.

"Can't I go back to the hotel to sleep?" Fu Qingliu frowned and asked after being stuffed into the car.

"Are you a pig? You've been sleeping all the time." Fu Yixun was full of disgust and drove the car without rejection.

"Being a pig is a very happy thing, okay? You only need to eat, eat and sleep all day long." Fu Qingliu rolled his eyes, looked at the dense traffic outside the window, and said, "I'll sleep for a while, when we arrive You call me." After saying that, she immediately took off her shoes and lay down with her legs bent, using her bag as a pillow, she fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the pillow.

Fu Yixun took a look at Fu Qingliu from the rearview mirror, and snorted critically, "I won't raise you like a pig, you worthless guy."

(End of this chapter)