After the male waiter bowed deeply, he walked into the main entrance and moved towards the elevator.

"Hey, don't you ask me about booking registration or something?"

Rita asked curiously.

"Anyway... it's all arranged, right?"

"Ah... oh, yes."

Rita felt different from what she imagined.

While waiting in the elevator, Rita looked at Qianliu casually from the side, and realized that he might know something, so she also fell silent.

When she got up to the floor from the elevator and opened the door, Rita quickly packed up and pointed to the front and said, "Okay, it's... the modern art exhibition held in the exhibition hall in front."

"Tsk, isn't it open room?"

"Don't be disappointed! Really, you should cheer up!"

It was clear that he had said this on purpose, and after a blank glance, Rita walked down the corridor first.

After paying a high school student's appreciation fee of [-] yen, the two entered the modern art exhibition venue for a limited time.

The moment I walked in, I felt my footsteps sink. It turned out to be because of the carpet. The soft touch made it seem a lot calmer.

Rita walked slowly ahead, and the wide hall was divided by telescopic fences, and paintings decorated with ornate frames were displayed at equal intervals.

With high ceilings, there is almost no footsteps when walking, the quietness like a library, plus the high elegance of luxurious pomp.

The other guests who carefully appreciated the pictures were all adults, including dignified old men with beards, women in kimonos, and men in suits.

I don't know if it's the relationship between the place and the atmosphere, but everyone looks like an intellectual rich man.

Their pace is as slow as a small stream, and it even makes people feel that even the passage of time has slowed down, unable to resonate with thousands of streams, looking around quite casually.

He wanted to get to the exit as soon as possible: only after thinking so, he walked to the wide hall where the telescopic fence was opened, and the guests in twos and threes were admiring the paintings with great interest.

Because the field of view suddenly becomes wider.

4 makes Qianliu's eyes shine.

During this time, Rita, who accompanied him, was always in a dignified and generous manner, with her hands behind her back, she carefully looked at each painting from far or near.

After all, I've been learning to draw, so I'm probably used to this kind of place.

Qianliu is not too fond of the so-called art. The reason why he studied art by himself is not only for his own use, but also to cultivate his mind, so that he can calm down and accumulate patience.

Taking it out and applying various deep meanings like this is not what he likes.

And...honestly, there are a lot of paintings on it that aren't quite up to his level.

Rita looked at his unwavering expression, her heart was speechless, it seemed that today's action was likely to fail.

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Chapter [-] Is this going back?

If you change to Leng Touqing, you can make a fool of yourself, but when encountering a person like Qianliu who has his own ideas and at the same time unswervingly implements his principles, Rita is a bit of a mouse and can't do anything.

First of all, Mashiro didn't listen to her, so he only started with someone who could influence Mashiro's decision, but unfortunately, Qianliu was the only person to choose.

In short, do your best to obey the destiny.

Rita cheered herself up, only to realize that Qianliu was staring at a painting as if she had melted into the air.

It was a streetscape painting of an old street covered in snow, probably somewhere in Europe, and it was great, but nothing else.

People who don't appreciate taste can't see it, although Qianliu can see it, but that's all.

At this time, Rita came over: "Qianliu, I have something for you to see, please come this way."

She whispered in her ear and left, Qianliu had to follow behind her.

Following Rita, he was taken to the center of the hall, the display area of ​​the theme paintings of this art exhibition.

Here is a large painting - a painting of an imaginary ocean.

It seems to be no different from the real ocean, it makes people feel that it is something that actually has life.

The 29 paintings did not bring any feeling at first, but after looking at it for a while, the smell of the wind came, the sound of the waves itched the ears, and the body felt the taste of the ocean.

He gradually lost the feeling at his feet, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, unable to move, just thinking about it in his heart, as if he was swallowed by the ocean.

After being rudely welcomed, followed by a gentle hug, the smooth waves caressed as if scratching the skin of the whole body, and finally penetrated into the body and emerged in the chest area.

As if the nerves were directly touched, a burst of pleasure ran through the whole body, making people feel that the tiny pores of the whole body were opened.

Qianliu noticed the name of the artist under the painting.

Shiina Mashiro, a very familiar name.

"This is the last work Mashiro painted before coming to District [-]."

Rita said with a smile.

"Well, technically very good, or artistically quite good."

Qianliu gave a complimenting evaluation.

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