National Treasure Artist

Chapter 11 The homeless strike! (Please collect, recommend!)

Over there, Davidia involucrata spread her legs and ran around, and here Xu Banxia drove her Beetle back to the rented bachelor apartment slowly.

Legend has it that every lady will show a completely different side when closing the door of the boudoir.

After closing the door, the little girl hung the top hat on the hanger at the door, and then no longer cared about her image, she threw herself on the bed carelessly.

The image of the delicate and elegant lady dissipated in an instant, and she was seen covering her face in the quilt, her big eyes comfortably narrowed into slits, like a kitten.

The black and smooth hair was scattered on her shoulders, and she squinted for a while, as if remembering something, the girl suddenly raised her head and glanced at the alarm clock on the table, then she put her hand under the bed, and after a while, Fumbled for a remote control.

Turn on the TV and dial the channel to France Internationale, which is a French and English channel broadcast in more than 80 countries, and the ratings are extremely high.

"Master Williams!"

Blinking her big eyes, looking at the live broadcast of the Grand Palace on TV, Ban Xia exclaimed.

"Worthy of being Master Williams, he has a gentlemanly temperament and a long heritage that seems to be engraved in his bones."

Ban Xia murmured excitedly: "Not only is he a master with extremely high artistic accomplishment, but he also comes from an ancient noble family in England."

"When Master was young, he must have been sought after by many little girls!"

Not long after Baron Williams led the team into the Grand Palace, the figure of Master Miller appeared on the TV.

At this time, Miss Banxia was not only excited, but also devout!
Ben was half lying down, but now she hurriedly sat up on the bed, looking at the old man in the center of the screen, she seemed to be on a pilgrimage.

François Miller, the only two palace-level painters left in the world today, is too old and has stopped writing for a long time.

This time, being invited to host the jury was beyond the expectations of the world.

People speculate that the only reason Mi Lao was invited to come out of the mountain may be the Louvre. It is rumored that the Louvre was the most obsessed Mi Lao when he was young.

He loves this ancient palace and every collection in this palace.

For the elderly, the Louvre is not only a building, but also an elder who witnessed his growth, maturity, aging, and his life.
The old man was too old, even his walking was no longer stable, and his skin was full of grooves.

When his figure disappeared from the screen, painters, students, art critics all over the world, I don't know how many people had tears in their eyes.

Masters will eventually grow old, but works will last forever!
Miss Banxia rubbed her red eyes, and it was not until the old man Miller left for a long time that she finally recovered.

I saw her get off the bed, take off the clothes on her body, revealing her milk-like smooth skin and slender and slender legs, without any coat on her body, and step into the bathroom.

She didn't know that the moment her eyes just left the TV, there was a sudden change in front of the Grand Palais in Paris.

A familiar figure appeared under the lens of the camera in embarrassment, causing panic.

On the other side, China is thousands of miles away from France.

There is a seven-hour time difference from Paris, and it is one o'clock in the morning.

But on the Internet, there are definitely not a few netizens who are paying attention to the Grand Palais in France.

In the capital city, in a small single apartment, Bai's father and mother are sitting in a state of distress.

The old couple sat upright in front of the computer.

In the past few days, they have not returned to their hometown, and they are really worried.

Gritting her teeth, she decided to put aside all the work at home for the time being, and first squeeze into this single apartment rented by her son, Beijing.

My biggest hope every day is to get news that my son is in far away France.

I don't know if he is all right?
I don't know if all is well with him?
The old couple are very worried now, they don't care about the so-called "Great Louvre Project", they don't care about the foreign Tiananmen, who can preside over the design!
They only knew that since their son went to France, he never sent any news home.

Did not call back.

Calls are made and no one is answering, or the phone you're calling is turned off.

They were so worried that they didn't know how many nights they hadn't slept.

"Old Bai, why don't you have our son?"

A slightly crying voice sounded.

A live broadcast page was opened on the computer in front of the two of them, and an anchor was giving a live broadcast commentary on the topic of 'Selection of the Louvre Museum'.

The anchor switched the video page to a live TV station, and his avatar shrank to the lower right corner.

He is conducting a simultaneous live broadcast for the live broadcast content.

The old couple couldn't understand the speeches on the TV, the French live TV station, and it took a lot of effort to find such a platform with anchor commentary.

"Old Bai, why don't you have our son?"

In the video, the judges team finally entered the Grand Palace. It can be seen from the screen that the reporters have already picked up the machines and are ready to follow.

This means that everyone has entered!

Mother Bai was crying slightly, her voice was trembling, and she asked again with anticipation.

From the moment they walked the red carpet, their son never showed up.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, there may be some delays." Father Bai's heart beat heavily, but he didn't show it.

He held his wife's hand, patted it, and comforted him: "It is impossible for our son to have an accident on such an occasion where the whole world is watching."

"The French government will not allow anyone to harm our son."

In fact, far more than Bai's father and mother noticed the disappearing Davidia involucrata.

All I saw was that the netizens on the webcast platform suddenly broke out after a brief pause.

The dense messages almost filled the entire screen.

"Where's Bai Gongtong?"

"Why didn't I see Bai Gongtong? Am I the only one who couldn't see him? Isn't he a designer who entered the selection!"

"Damn it, where did Bai Gongtong go, won't he back down in battle?"

"Same question, where is the designer Gongtong, why haven't you seen him walk the red carpet?"

"Haha, this guy must have slipped away! On such a big occasion, he dare not continue fooling around!"

"I agree with the above, I think so too. Although I don't know what happened in the last round, he was able to fool the judges with a broken painting, but this second round he absolutely can't pretend to be so forced."

"No way? I think his previous plan is really good. There is no such use of glass in the whole world!"

"Haha, let's return the glass! I dare say that among all the cultural relics in the world, the restoration and expansion of all palaces and castles, no designer dares to use modern techniques!"

"Is he expanding the Louvre, or destroying monuments and cultural heritage?"

"What is France like? Those French people are so proud. How could they let someone build a glass pyramid for the dead in their most proud Louvre? Moreover, the designer is a fucking Chinese!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Every sentence of chatting, the sound of spanking, was noticed by Bai's father and Bai's mother, and they looked at each other with deep worry in their eyes.

When Mother Bai's nose was sore, she was about to shed tears.

However, at this moment.

All I saw was that the live broadcast screen suddenly vibrated visibly.

The video quickly turned to the distance of the Grand Palace, and a distant figure of a homeless man was rushing towards here!
　Brothers, let's make a recommendation!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)