How to Develop the King of Anime

"...Your heart beats faster."

Walking into the exhibition hall, Jingu Yao suddenly lowered his head and whispered in Rita's ear.

Stimulated by the man's breath, her ears were exhaled by the warm breath, Rita's face turned red, and the whole person was startled, her body subconsciously moved to the side, and whispered: "...what are you talking about? How could my heart beat faster!"

Seeing Rita's denial, Jingu Yao raised his hand with a smile, because Rita had been holding Jingu Yao's hand, and his fingers were just on the pulse of Rita's wrist.

Discovering that the lie was exposed, Rita's beautiful face was tense, her long eyelashes tempting people every time she blinked her eyes, and her slightly parted pink lips were delicate and dripping, a desire to kiss again. pregnancy.

Jingu Yao knew that Rita couldn't resist too fiercely here. He obeyed his desires, moved his mouth to the side of her earring, and touched her cherry lips lightly.

After being attacked by Jingu Yao, Rita just took a deep breath and glared at him, then let go of his hand and walked to a corner.

Although the number of people is not too large compared to this venue, there are also some people gathered in that corner, as if watching some famous works.

Jingu Yao did not chase after Rita, but stood on the carpet of the exhibition hall and looked around. There were several works of modern painters hanging on every wall here. Some people were appreciating the paintings, others were watching There are very dignified old people, there are men in suits who look like successful people, and there are women in kimonos, but in Jingu Yao's view, except for a very small part who really understand these, most of them are so-called white-collar and gold-collar workers. , began to be arty after a little money.

Jingong Yao really didn't understand art, and he wasn't interested in understanding them either. He looked at these arty people with some sarcasm, and a painting suddenly came into his eyes.

The painting is very familiar, and Jingu Yao saw it on the Internet not long ago.

Like a slowly flowing stream, Jingu Yao slowly walked to the painting. He did not understand the artistry of these modern paintings, but he could understand the annotations of the paintings and the name of the author.

"look here!"

Rita, who was in the corner, waved her little hands behind her and shouted, but she didn't get a response from Jingu Yao. She turned her head a little strangely and found out that Jingu Yao had disappeared for some time, Rita After walking back a few steps, I twisted my head around to find the figure of Jingong Yao. There were not many people here, and I quickly found the place where Jingong Yao was.

Because Jingu Yao was facing her back, Rita didn't know what Jingu Yao was looking at, but as she got closer, she saw the painting Jingu Yao was admiring through the gap, but her face changed. Change.

Chapter [-] Dead people are valuable

Rita, she walked slowly behind Jingu Yao, her face was gloomy and uncertain, she was silent like a silent ghost, her footsteps were vain, giving the impression of being drunk walking on the road. The illusion was that the hands on his side were trembling slightly.

"Nice drawing!"

Jingu Yao suddenly turned around and said, the lenses of the black-rimmed glasses seemed to reflect light, making it difficult to see his eyes, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, nice painting."

Jingu Yao's sudden movement startled Rita, she quickly put away the unpredictable expression on her face, and showed a false and false smile, with her hands behind her back, so that no one would notice that those hands were shaking.

Jingu Yao stared at Rita silently for a long time, pedestrians passing by slowly, there was no sound on the soft carpet, and he stared at him tightly, giving Rita a feeling that there is no other person in this world, only Under the illusion of loneliness between the two of them.

"What, what's wrong?"

Rita, who had been cheerful and confident before, suddenly felt guilty, her eyes wandering, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was even uglier than crying.

Jingu Yao slowly turned around and continued to watch the masterpiece. The thorn's body was sore that Rita finally took a sigh of relief, but Jingu Yao's next sentence made her again. My heart is tight.

"I mean you're good at drawing."

It was a building with a decadent Gothic style. The whole painting was in gray and dark tones. A somewhat dilapidated mansion was located among the weeds. The walls were mottled and the wooden windows were decayed. It was like a haunted house often seen in movies. There are thick dark clouds in the sky, but there is a gap in the dark clouds, revealing a dazzling sunlight. The whole painting gives people a sense of hopelessness and hope, and people are completely attracted by this contradictory temperament at a glance.

Jingu Yao pointed at the name under the painting and swept across the air, that name was Rita Einsworth.

"This...this may be a duplicate name."

Rita lowered her head and hit haha, saying things she didn't even believe in herself.

"It's the [-]st century now, and it's not just Miss Rita that you can use Internet search engines... When you searched for my name on the Internet, I also searched for you. I think English is still good, British art Miss Rita Einsworth, a rising star in the world...I think this painting is very familiar to me. Now that I think about it, I just saw it on the Internet."

Jingu Yao bent down and approached the painting, tsk tsk in his mouth, but finally he couldn't help saying: "...Miss Rita, your painting is really good, although I don't know how good it is."

"It turned out to be good..."

Rita lowered her head and muttered to herself, then her face suddenly became angry, her trembling fingers pointed to the other corner, her voice raised a lot in vain, "...the real good work is there, look what it does! "

The uncontrollable and sudden increase in the volume seemed a bit abrupt in the silent exhibition hall. Other pedestrians nearby looked over in surprise. Jingu Yao quickly grabbed Rita's hand and hugged her into his arms. , said apologetically to the people nearby: "...Sorry, my girlfriend is suddenly in a bad mood. Women, there are always a few days a month."

Generally, the people who come to this kind of exhibition are either artistic or more qualified. They are not angry. They all greet Jingu Yao with understanding smiles on their faces. Of course, the most important thing is that whether it is Rita or Jingu Yao, the clothes and temperament are all there, if it is an ordinary student, there is no doubt that some serious old men will scold in a low voice.

Rita also knew that her behavior was impolite. Her pretty face was buried in Jingu Yao's arms, her pale lips were tightly pursed, and both hands were clutching his clothes, as if trying to calm herself down. Mood.

"What? You won't cry, will you?"

Jingu Yao patted her smooth back, so that he didn't mean to take advantage, and there was concern in his tone.

"How could I cry because of this trivial matter, you look down on me too much!"

Rita pushed Jingu Yao lightly and left his chest. The small Qiong's nose sighed, her eyes were a little red, but she did not shed tears.

In such a short time, Rita has calmed down her mood, she once again showed a somewhat false smile and said warmly: "...I asked you to come here because I want you to see that painting, which is viewed by more people. painting."

Speaking of the back, Rita's voice paused, her tone a little bitter.

Different from her work in front of her, the painting inscribed with the deep blue sea has more people watching it. It seems that even people who don't understand art feel the shocked soul there.

"That's why you brought me here, right? To show me Shibai's paintings, to see the shocking power of her paintings, and perhaps, to show me the people who watch her paintings?"

Jingu Yao said in a calm tone that his EQ and IQ are not low. After arriving here, he knew what Rita meant. Rita just wanted to show him Shiro's talent for art and those who admired her paintings. To impress myself, and for the sake of compassion, work with her to persuade Zhenbai to go back to the UK.

"That's right, that's what I meant... That painting is Zhen Bai's last work before leaving the UK, how about it, don't you think it's a great thing for her work to be appreciated by so many people, don't you want it because of yourself? Selfishness to destroy such a person with artistic talent?"

Rita's tone suddenly became aggressive, with a force she had never felt before.

"Rita, do you know whose paintings have the most artistic value?"

Regarding Rita's aggressiveness, Jingu Yaozhi was very calm, but asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.