National Treasure Artist

Chapter 9 My 'tramp' fellow countryman (for collection, recommendation)
Arrived in Paris, and nearly three days passed.

There are still [-] hours left before the second round of selection, the time is [-]:[-] in the morning, and the venue is the Louvre Museum Napoleon Square in Paris.

"I don't know if that young man over there is Chinese?"

"What's the matter with him, seems to be in some trouble?"

"He looks so down and out, could he be a scavenger?"

"In this foreign country, if he is also Chinese, I think I should help him out of the predicament."

In the corner of the Napoleon Square in the Louvre, a girl in a black trench coat and a black top hat is sitting elegantly on a mat. In front of her is an easel, with professional watercolor paints beside her hands.

Before she started writing, her peripheral vision fell on a down-and-out yellow-skinned young man not far behind her, and her thoughts suddenly flew.

'Three days ago, that young man appeared in the Napoleon Square of the Louvre, and stayed there for three days and two nights. '

'He probably really was a scavenger. '

'Look at his hair, his clothes, it's all dirty! '

'He must have no place to sleep at night. Fortunately, the weather in Paris these days is still sunny. '

'But why doesn't he go to work?He obviously has hands and feet? "

Thinking of this, the young girl couldn't help feeling a little disdainful, and quickly made a decision in her heart: "Hmph, let him suffer, and ask him what help he needs when he leaves!"

After making a decision, the girl withdrew her gaze and looked at the long and magnificent Louvre not far away, which seemed to have existed since ancient times.

'She is so beautiful, she is different every moment. '

'I heard that the French government wants to expand her?Damn it, don't ruin her! '

This young girl is a Huaguo student studying in France. She is studying art. She is kind-hearted and a little sentimental.

Her big eyes stopped on the magnificent and splendid palace complex, looking at the classical columns, holding the mountain flowers, the pedestal...
'In such an ancient place, build a modernist glass building?are you kidding me! '

Thinking of the fierce protests in Paris a few days ago, the girl agreed in her heart: "I heard that the person who proposed the glass building plan was a Chinese, but even so, I would never hope that he won the design right of the project!" '

'I can't bear to watch the Louvre being destroyed by modernist glass buildings. There are already so many modernist buildings in other places. Why not leave the last piece of habitat for this 800-year-old palace? '

After the girl complained, she picked up the brush with her right hand and swiped it down on the drawing paper.

The girl was not far away, where she had been staring at from the corner of her eye.

A desolate young man squatted on the ground recklessly, half leaning on the stone steps, squinting his eyes and looking at the ancient palaces not far away shrouded in the morning sun.

Under the morning sun, the long and ancient Louvre seems to wake up, blooming with folds and brilliance.

He sighed in his heart, worthy of being a world-renowned super museum.

In three days, he visited every corner of the Louvre, and finally sat quietly on this Napoleon Square.

He didn't have time to go back to the residence, or rather, he didn't want to go back to the residence.

Because, the Louvre is different at any moment.

In the early morning, he watched the Louvre in the morning light, at noon he toured the Louvre against the scorching sun, at dusk he savored the Louvre in the setting sun, and at midnight he looked down at the Louvre facing the stars.
His clothes became dirty, his hair became greasy, and stubble began to grow on his face.
His body was exhausted, but his spirit seemed exceptionally clear, as if he had been baptized.

"What should I do?"

The young man frowned slightly, and whispered in his mouth: "It seems that the tulle covering the deep memory is about to fall apart."

"But it seems that there is still something missing, just that, but it can't be seen clearly."

He whispered, secretly anxious in his heart, but he was helpless and a little powerless.

At six o'clock in the evening, the second round of selection began.

Held in the Grand Palais in France, it will be broadcast live simultaneously to the whole of France and the world.

Absolute fairness and justice are guaranteed.

This down-and-out young man is Bai Gongtong. He has appeared in front of the Louvre since he got off the plane and put his luggage in the hotel.

During the period, the staff of the French government were once in a panic because they could not be contacted because the mobile phone was out of battery!
You must know that this little master was boycotted by the French not long ago.

Whether there will be radicals, they themselves can't guarantee.

And at such a moment of global attention, as one of the protagonists, the designer Gong Tong, if there is anything wrong.

That matter is big and serious!
However, after paying a huge police force and price, the French police and government staff found Davidia involucrata next to the Louvre.

They begged the Chinese designer to come back to the hotel, but they were turned down, and he refused to leave.

And what they didn't expect was that the Chinese designer stayed here for three days, barely eating or sleeping.

In order to protect the designer's safety, the French government had to send bodyguards to follow.

No matter at this moment, there are more than three French bodyguards in plain clothes not far from Gongtong's body.

Time passed little by little.

The sun is gradually setting.

There are still eight hours left before the start of the second round of selection in the Grand Palace
seven hours
Six hours
Dove Tong has been sitting on the ground paralyzed.

Gradually, he became a little desperate.

Looking at the Louvre under the sun, he felt a little weak.

No matter how you think about it, how you experience it in depth, the last memory of Master I.M. Pei can't be reflected.

The thin veil seemed to be broken when it was blown, but it couldn't dissipate no matter what.

"I don't know if that girl is Chinese."

From the corner of her eye, Gongtong glanced past the girl who was not far away from him. The girl was taking out the lunch she had prepared and was eating in small bites.

"She's so pretty, so elegant."

"Does she come here every day?"

"She is an overseas student, I don't know which art academy she is studying in."

Gongtong looked at the slender figure outlined by the windbreaker, thinking about the pictures of the past three days.

"For three days, that girl would come to Napoleon Square early every day, and in the corner, she would hold an easel and sit on a magazine."

"The subject of her picture is always the glorious ancient palace group in the distance. She really likes the Louvre."

In less than six hours, Gongtong completely gave up.

Sitting paralyzed on the ground, he looked at the girl in the distance, and the painting in front of her, thinking to himself, 'Looking at a beautiful girl always makes people more happy. '

There are less than five hours left before the start of the Grand Palace
four hours
Three hours
At this time, Davidia involucrata made a decision and abstained!
French TV stations and the world's major online platforms have started the countdown, and more and more people are gathering together.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, French time, a turning point appeared!

Gong Tong looked at the girl's back, or at the painting in front of the girl, her eyes suddenly widened.

The pictures of these days seem to be strung together in my mind!
The cells in Davidia involucrata began to jump for joy!
His eyes widened and he became extremely excited.

"What is it?"

"What is it?"

Gongtong kept asking herself in her heart.

Time passed unknowingly, and there was only one hour left before the last time.

"This girl paints the Louvre every day.

The Louvre at dawn.
The Louvre at noon.
The Louvre at sunset.
The palace group under the changing situation every moment. "

Looking at the girl's painting, he just felt a flash of inspiration in his mind!
pass!

He understood what the real vitality of the glass pyramid was, and the last memory of Master IM Pei was finally opened to him.

Gongtong stood up abruptly, took a few strides forward, and stood behind the girl.

But at this time, the girl had already put down her waving arms, looked at the painting, and frowned.

Not long after, she only heard her whispering to herself:

"what is it?"

"Why, I always feel that there are some flaws!"

The girl also fell into a bottleneck a long time ago, constantly thinking and eager to make progress, but was unable to get over it.

She sighed softly, ready to leave, she wanted to get up and walk behind.

But he hasn't forgotten to help that down and out man who may also be a fellow villager.

"It's light!"

At this moment, a voice that could suppress the excitement sounded from behind her, and the startled girl shivered suddenly.

She turned her head quickly, only to find that the homeless man was standing behind her at some point.

She frowned, about to reprimand.

But suddenly, the tramp snatched the brush from her hand.

The girl was shocked
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