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    Yan Haian didn't know anyone well and didn't talk to the bartender much. He ordered a glass of ginger vodka and sat at the bar with a frown.

    A snapping finger exploded in front of his eyes, and Yan Haian was stunned.

    The comer sat down in the chair next to him and ordered a martini with ice: "long time no see. I thought I couldn't see you."

    Yan Haian said faintly, "he's not dead yet."

    The dim lights in the bar cover all kinds of flaws on everyone's face, and Li Xi has excellent facial features, so the eye-catching handsome guy attracts a lot of attention as soon as he walks into the bar.

    He laughed and said, "Why are you so angry?" Who upset you? "

    As soon as he heard the word "unhappy", Yan Haian immediately thought of the man who pretended to kill a thousand knifes. his face sank, and then he was very vigilant about his own state.

    His temper is far from as good as he shows, and if he pushes forward for another five or six years, he is also an unreasonable and arrogant young man, and now his appearance depends entirely on self-restraint.

    The bar prepared the wine, put on the coaster and pushed it in front of Li Xi. Li Xi chatted with him casually, then picked it up and took a sip, observing Yan Haian's face: "where have you been recently?"

    Yan Haian adjusted his Q í ng, and his tone was no longer so out of control: "very busy."

    "well, you really don't have Q í ng." Li Xi lowered his voice and got a little closer. "at least we are better off for a while."

    This is an ordinary j beer tail bar, so Yan Haian didn't expect to find the same kind to be accosted at first. In terms of Li Xi, all aspects are in line with Yan Haian's appetite, and many times, Yan Haian wants to follow.

    Sometimes it's too hard to be alone.

    But then Yan Haian was too busy to fly, and the bar stopped coming, and Li Xi naturally faded down. Good-bye now, this man has not changed.

    Yan Haian leaned his elbow against the bar and looked at Li Xijun's eyebrows. For a while, he gave up discouraged and went to drink on his own.

    Li Xi did not know that he had made a choice in his mind just now, and joked, "to be honest, do you have someone in mind?"

    He covered his chest and made a sad look: "such as the unforgettable white moonlight in my heart?"

    Yan Haian did not answer, raised his eyebrow and touched Li Xi with his glass: "it sounds like you have a lot of experience."

    "Gee, at this age, who hasn't lost love several times?" Li Xi God Q í ng shrugged calmly, as if he and Yan Haian were just old friends, but there was a gentle Q í ng pulse in his eyes. "but the past is the past, and people always move forward."

    Yan Haian made no comment and took a sip of wine.

    Li Xi smiled and said, "are you sure you don't think about me?"

    "maybe next time." Yan Haian finished a glass of wine and calculated it. He got up and left and said, "I have to go back."

    At this time, the studio was closed, but Mo Yisheng was still in the studio. Yan Haian dared not let Mo Yisheng live alone for too long, and his drinking was not good, so one drink would be enough. Li Xi turned around, leaned his back on the bar and raised a glass to him.

    Yan Haian took a taxi back and looked up downstairs. There were many rooms with lights on in the building, including Mo Yisheng's studio. Behind it stands silently, the buildings of each community surround the side, and behind each window is a family.

    Ten thousand lights in every house, which one is bright for me?

    Probably after drinking, slightly tipsy with his thoughts, such an idea of correcting Q í ng popped up. Yan Haian shook his head and walked through the gate.

    Chapter 5 minor differences

    Li Qing decided the location in a clubhouse, just below her gallery, there is a platform garden, which is a variety of green plants, pleasing to the eye, while maintaining a private xing, it is especially pleasant to sit here when the weather is fine.

    The operation of the gallery is far less glamorous than the outside world, and the business tax, which is much higher than other industries, is a huge burden, and sometimes the bigger it is, the more money it loses. And unlike foreign systematic industries, the popularity of the domestic art market is not high, and auction houses and art galleries have rushed to do gallery business, so more galleries have opened and closed down. There are only a few people like Li Qing who can work for ten years, and Yan Hai'an admires her for this.

    "it was easy to do a few years ago. Which larger gallery doesn't make tens of millions of dollars a year?" Li Qing wears a long black dress, long curly hair on her shoulders and makeup jewelry. "now that everyone is awake, there are fewer and fewer buyers who want to speculate, and there are still few collectors. It is thanks to Chairman Wang that my small business can be maintained. "

    Wang Yuhu sat on the main seat. He was slightly fat and elegant in appearance. When he reached middle age, he had less hair and was neatly taken care of. He should have been dyed and shiny black.

    Yan Haian has seen the chairman of the A Provincial Oil painting Association, but he has not spoken to him, and his impression is not good or bad. Such things as associations are all non-governmental organizations, and even harsher ones can hook up with the government, but to put it bluntly, they are all high-spirited by insiders. Mo Yisheng has always hated this and that kind of association, that is, worried about him, Yan Haian did not have too much contact with this kind of people.

    Wang Yuhu modestly waved his hand and said politely to Li Qing: "with galleries like you, young people now have more opportunities." At the next Biennale in City B, I want young people to show up more often and do a special exhibition of newcomers. "

    Li Qing immediately paid a compliment. In addition to Yan Haian and Mo Yisheng, there are six or seven painters, most of whom are young newcomers like Mo Yisheng. Li Qing invited Wang Yuhu over today, that is, he wanted to draw a line in the middle, so that this group of people who sell paintings in their own gallery can have a better chance.

    Mo Yisheng did not realize her good intentions, bored, with a straight face, and had no desire to speak at all.

    The person sitting next to him did not participate in the conversation: "Hello, I've seen you before, haven't I?"

    Mo Yisheng turned his head and did not know, "Yes, who are you?"

    "my name is he Ling." He Ling is in her thirties, dressed in a dark blue linen long-sleeved shirt and a string of Buddha beads strung with glass on her hands. she is only ordinary, but she has the smell of intellectual books and looks very kind.

    He aimed at the people who were interested in talking, and suddenly approached and whispered to Mo Yisheng, "are you tired of this, too?"

    He looked like a student who talked a little in class, and then straightened up again and looked serious.

    Mo Yisheng laughed unexpectedly, then wrinkled his face behind the crowd's back.

    As soon as he Ling picked the corners of her mouth, she quickly pressed down and sympathized with the authentic experience: "but this is what this line is like now, and you still have to get used to it."

    As Li Qing said, there are many buyers in China, and newcomers cannot cultivate a fixed customer base, so fame is very important, and fame is to participate in solo exhibitions here, win a prize there, and enter a meeting with a better reputation, with more titles, paintings can naturally be sold at a reasonable price in the market.

    Mo Yisheng did not answer and made it clear that he was not interested.

    He Ling said, "the last time I saw you standing in front of your painting, I wanted to come over, but I saw that you were busy. Then I left again, but I didn't find a chance. "

    Mo Yisheng thought about it and knew that he was talking about the time when Li Qing moved the gallery. They talked about this point and extended it to Mo Yisheng's paintings.

    On the other hand, Yan Haian originally attended the party with a purpose, so he naturally listened very carefully and occasionally added a few words, showing that he was both intelligent and enthusiastic.

    Wang Yuhu noticed him and he said, "this one is a bit of a stranger."...? "

    As a matter of fact, they were introduced by Li Qing as soon as they came, but they were not remembered by Wang Yuhu.

    "he and Mo Yisheng are together." Li Qing said with a smile, "I mentioned to you last time that you praised the painting of grapes and girls."

    "Oh." Wang Yuhu finally recalled that Mo Yisheng's paintings had a classical meaning of aestheticism l à ng. He was really talented in the use of lines and light and shadow, and his attention turned to Yan Haian.

    Yan Haian stabbed Mo Yisheng, who was chatting happily with he Ling, with his elbow, saying, "in fact, I have always wanted to ask Chairman Wang for advice. I have seen the chairman's previous paintings, and there is really a lot to learn."

    Wang Yuhu smiled at Li Qing: "too modest."

    Li Qing also saw Yan Haian's movements, but Mo Yisheng shut up and stared at them, and there was no other action.

    Mo Yisheng knew all too well about her virtues and hurriedly said, "Young people, it's good to be modest." As a matter of fact, there is such a thing today. I want to hold an exhibition. What do you think should be the theme? "

    Wang Yuhu didn't have a clue. He couldn't give any advice. He just blindly said, "it's good to have an idea. Do you have an invitation list?"

    Li Qing just asked, and since she wanted to do it, she had already made up her mind: "I want to create a special project with our local characteristics as the creative content. This is a selling point, which will be auctioned directly after the exhibition."

    Wang Yuhu nodded and motioned for her to continue.

    Li Qing turned to the others: "City B faces west. There is an ancient village about 100 kilometers away, which has not yet been developed, so it is not very famous, but I have seen it. It is very distinctive." And it is about to be developed, and some enterprises are optimistic about its tourism resources and are about to start construction. If you paint with themes such as' lost culture', the effect should be very good, and it will easily lead to social topics at that time. "

    This means that the exhibitors have to go to the local area to collect customs. Li Qing said magnanimously that she chartered food and accommodation. After all, these paintings have to be sold in her gallery and are her goods. She will never be stingy with these necessary investments. The only requirement is that time should not be too long. Some people can draw a picture for a year and a half, and she cannot afford to wait.

    The people present immediately indicated that they would all participate. Mo Yisheng was not interested in the association, but he was very interested in painting itself and agreed to it.

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