Beauty's Devil Guard

Xiao Yi carefully investigates Bai jiaoniang's body and finds that the poisonous gas in Bai jiaoniang's body has disappeared.

There is no residue at all

now Bai jiaoniang is as delicate as a normal girl.

This is the reason why Bai jiaoniang has been panting and sweating after running so many steps.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yi reached out and touched the black stone in his arms. He knew that the reason why the poison gas in Bai Jiao Niang's body had disappeared was that she had been absorbed by the black stone.

Touched, tentacles a cold.

Black stone, as usual, no change.

Shaking his head, Xiao Yi sighed and said slowly, "OK, now let's go to the exhibition."

Bai jiaoniang touched her head. She didn't know why Xiao Yi had such a change now. However, as soon as I heard that I was going to see the exhibition, I jumped with joy.

A little face on a burst of excitement, waved his arm, mouth is very excited way: "go, go to see the exhibition."

It's an ordinary Land Rover. It doesn't make any difference on the streets of Beijing.

The exhibition of Magnus in China has finally made some progress through the efforts of these days. Under the full launch of this project by the Xiao family of S, a painting exhibition has been held in s, which has achieved good repercussions. In the second stop, the exhibition hall was finally built in the capital, and the exhibition of paintings belonging to Magnus and Zhang Yuanyuan was finally held tonight.

The exhibition hall is not in the center of the capital, driving all the way. Arriving at the entrance of the exhibition hall, I got out of the car and looked around. There were a lot of people outside the exhibition hall.

This lively scene made Xiao Yi nod a little, and she felt a burst of joy

but Bai Jiao Niang urged her in a low voice: "brother, go in quickly. It looks very lively. I like watching the crowd most... "

Xiao jiaoniang gently shook her head.

Lead white Jiao Niang, toward the entrance to squeeze.

Now the exhibition hall is full of people outside, and it must be even more crowded inside. Security at the door has pulled up the yellow line, according to the number of batches into.

Xiao Yi crowded to the entrance and took out the ticket that Zhang Yuanyuan sent to him.

Take out the security to see is VIP tickets, immediately bent down respectfully and said: "Sir, please come in."

So, under the envious eyes of all the people, Xiao Yi leads little Lori Bai jiaoniang into this exhibition hall.

After entering, there are fewer people inside than outside. However, there are still many people who walk back and forth and admire the paintings. The walls around the hall are all covered with paintings.

There is a three-dimensional display cabinet in the middle, which plays some famous works of margolans and Zhang Yuanyuan, a new rising show, in the form of electronic screen. Of course, most importantly, the electronic screen in the middle mainly introduces the specific situation of the two painters.

For a moment, Xiao Yi, with Bai jiaoniang, stopped to watch the paintings on the wall.

Most of them are Magnus' works, Western oil paintings.

Xiao Yi is not quite familiar with Western painting. On the contrary, I went down to watch the works of Magnus.

After pondering for a long time, Xiao Yi nodded slightly. If he got something, he whispered in his heart: "Chinese painting does not pay attention to perspective, while western painting pays great attention to perspective. This perspective, which I have come to realize today, is to show three-dimensional objects on a plane. This western painting tries to look like real things, so it pays great attention to perspective. Look at the streets, houses, furniture, utensils, etc. in this western painting. They are all in the right shape, just like real objects. There is also the scene of the corridor, which can show the distance of several feet in a few inches. Wonderful, wonderful... "

At this time, Xiao Yi had something to gain in his painting.

Bai jiaoniang follows Xiao Yi and turns around the exhibition hall. His face was angry.

However, Xiao Yi had seen western paintings and saw a painting of Zhang Yuanyuan hanging on the wall. With a smile, he praised it in a low voice: "Mei Ran has made great efforts in painting these days. This ink and wash painting already has a great style. The inner cultivation consciousness of taking mountain as virtue and water as nature, and the illusion consciousness of being close to the world, have become the main line of her landscape painting. From landscape painting, I can appreciate the artistic conception, style, charm and tone of her paintings. "

Just when Xiao Yi was full of praise. Bai Jiao Niang could not bear it at last. She said discontentedly, "what's so good about it? I'm not interested at all. You see, in the picture on your left, you draw a monkey's butt in the center. Hum, I'm a little nauseous after watching... "

Xiao Yizheng immediately looked up. On the top left of myself, this is a painting by Magnus.

However, Xiao Yi immediately chuckled and couldn't help laughing: "what do you think of it? It's an apple, not a monkey's butt..."

Bai jiaoniang listened to Xiao Yi's words and looked at the painting again. Her head was still extremely short circuited and she said, "how can I see that it's all a monkey's ass?"Xiao Yi's face turned black. For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with it.

In this world, there are three stages of landscape and painting. Mountain is mountain, stone is stone, mountain is not mountain, stone is not stone, mountain is mountain, stone is stone.

Now Bai jiaoniang is definitely from the first stage.

For western paintings, there is no imagination at all.

Just when Xiao Yi leads Bai jiaoniang to joke and watch the strokes hanging on the wall in a low-key way. All of a sudden, Xiao Yi's whole body was stiff, and he was stunned.

Xiao Yi looked up at the man in front of him.

Xiang Zhuang, the old enemy of life and death, but now Xiang Zhuang and Xiao Yi know each other with great changes

now Xiang Zhuang is wearing a pair of black trousers with a white shirt. At the foot of a pair of shiny shoes, occasionally in the light exposed behind a Versace trademark.

Stand upright in the crowd.

It seems that it is Yushu Linfeng who is handsome. Moreover, Xiang Zhuang at this time, with a smile, is even more charming.

Looking from the side, Xiang Zhuang's face was as beautiful as a sculpture. His facial features were clear and his angular face was extremely beautiful. Appearance seems to be unrestrained, but the eyes inadvertently reveal the essence of people dare not underestimate. He has thick black hair and a pair of slender peach blossom eyes under his sword eyebrows. He is full of sentimentality, which makes people fall into the enemy's hands if they are not careful. High nose, thick and thin red lips, but at this time rippling another dazzling smile.

However, Ma Ruilian is standing beside Xiang Zhuang.

They are all old acquaintances of Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi was caught off guard when he met them on this occasion.

There was some noise in the hall, and all kinds of whispers echoed throughout the hall. However, now Xiao Yi's true Qi flows violently in his body, and naturally he hears Xiang Zhuang and Ma Ruilian's conversation not far away.

"Miss Ma, this picture of the moon is unique." Xiang Zhuang, facing Ma Ruilian at this time, talks and laughs: "this painting is about the turbulent river flowing under the steep mountain in the vast moonlight, and several mountain stones protruding into the water, on which stand two vigorous pine trees. Pine and stone are drawn with burnt ink. The strong ink color and vigorous and spicy strokes give people a strong sense of power. "

Ma Ruilian listened to Zhuang's talk, and once again carefully looked at a picture of Songyue painted by Zhang Yuanyuan on the wall.

However, Xiang Zhuang enthusiastically introduced the painting at this time: "this painting can be regarded as a masterpiece. It pays attention to the perspective of space. The pine stone in the foreground is clear, the mountain in the background is hazy and distant as a silhouette, and the farthest peak is integrated with the night sky covered with gray clouds. The strong contrast makes the space in the background of the painting more remote and empty. Wonderful, wonderful. It's a good painting. "

Ma Ruilian listened to Xiang Zhuang's attention to Chinese ink painting, and immediately had some interest. He pointed to the two pine trees on the stone and asked, "why do the black of these two pine trees look strange?"

"it's not strange, it's a way of expression." At this time, Xiang Zhuang said politely: "the color of these two pine trees looks a little gray, which can be successfully compared with the vigor of these two pine trees. And these two pine trees are not straight. It is the painter who wants to tell us that although pine trees are not worth it, they will never bend down. It shows some of the painter's thoughts in them, which is the finishing touch. "

Marilyn does not know much about Chinese oil painting. At this time, listen to the explanation. Immediately, with half faith and half doubt, I began to examine this painting again.

However, Xiang Zhuang started to launch a fierce offensive and invited Ma Ruilian: "Miss Ma and I are as good friends at first sight. It is fate that we meet in this exhibition. I don't know if I have the honor to invite Miss Ma to dinner tonight and exchange some knowledge about the paintings.

MA Ruilian blushes a little. She is not used to this man's direct invitation.

"I'm very eager to learn from other countries. I must have a deep understanding of this western oil painting. I have been watching this exhibition for so long today, but I don't feel very painful about this western painting. I'd like to trouble you, Miss Ma will explain the essence of Western painting to me later at dinner. Reluctantly nodded and said with a smile, "all right."

Xiao Yi stands not far away, listening to a conversation between Xiang Zhuang and Ma Ruilian. His face sank, and he had already noticed something in his heart. At the same time, Xiang Zhuang looked up.

Eyes narrowed up, two cold stars twinkled in the narrow eyes.