Yu Qinchuan's true identity was still hidden from Jiang Yi over there, Jiang Jianzhi didn't say much about this, but said:

"If it's not enough, tell me again."

Qi Bai said with a big smile, and then said, "I'll transfer the money to you after returning to China."

Jiang Jianzhi was noncommittal.

Jiang Jianzhi still had to go to work, and the two of them didn't talk much, and the cross-border call ended quickly.

After he had money in his pocket, Qi Bai thought that the creamy mushroom soup with strange taste was much delicious.

At the same time, in China, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother have successively received friend applications. The source——

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The WeChat application is almost half a month old, and Professor Jiang seems to finally remember that Qi Bai is the only one on his WeChat list.

Jiang's father and mother, who were having breakfast, learned that their son finally had WeChat, the first reaction was to touch the other's forehead, and then:

"No fever."

"It's not a dream!"

Mother Jiang took advantage of the situation and pulled a crowd of three people. Father Jiang looked at his son's head and couldn't help but ask:

What is your avatar, son?

[J]: A painting by Qi Bai.

【Mother Jiang】: Xiaobai drew it by himself.

【J】: Hmm.

[Father Jiang]: What is this painting? telephone pole?

In a few seconds, Jiang Jianzhi posted the full picture of the painting Qi Bai sent him.

【Mother Jiang】: Wow! ! ! Well drawn.

[Father Jiang]: Xiaobai drew you.

Professor Jiang replied in a low-key manner, "um".

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother looked at each other, and Jiang's mother asked her husband uncertainly:

"In view of this, this is... showing love to us?"

Father Jiang also hesitated: "Is it...?"

This felt a bit novel, and the two elders did not dare to draw conclusions easily, but they retracted their previous statement that the two had only known each other for a few months and their relationship was unstable.

After all, Xiaobai painted their son with his own hands!

It takes a lot of effort to create a painting, especially when the quality of the finished product is so high, it takes a lot of time and energy to look at it.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother looked at each other: This marriage is stable!

Jiang's father changed the group name to 'love each other's family', and Jiang's mother asked in the group if he wanted to bring Qi Bai in.

Jiang Jianzhi:  …

[J]: Ask him first.

Mother Jiang thought about it too, what if Xiaobai felt uncomfortable after coming in?

The plan to pull the future daughter-in-law into the group was temporarily shelved by Jiang's father and mother.

On the day of the domestic Laba Festival, Qi Bai packed up and went to watch the exhibition with Professor Nian and his party.

This exhibition is not limited to style and faction, whether you are oil painting or ink painting, realistic or abstract, as long as your works are good enough, you can stand out from the many paintings that you have signed up for.

However, in foreign venues, most of the selected works are foreigners.

On the first day, there were many people participating in the exhibition, and the venue was also very large. Professor Nian asked Qi Bai:

"Do you want to follow us, or see for yourself?"

Qi Bai smiled: "Then I'd better go for a walk by myself."

Unsurprisingly, Professor Nian looked at him angrily: "I knew you would say that if you couldn't wait, don't get lost."

Qi Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not a three-year-old."

Professor Nian said with a sullen face: "You were half an hour late for my first class in your freshman year, and you were half an hour late for the second class in another classroom. In your second year of sketching, you—"

NTU’s old campus covers a large area, and getting lost in the school is nothing new.

For Qi Bai, who didn't know the way, he had already graduated from college, and he still couldn't tell whether the eight cafeterias, where the braised pork was very delicious, was in the southeast or the northeast.

Now in a foreign country, the road signs are all in English, and all the architectural styles look similar. Professor Nian's worry that Qi Bai is lost is not unfounded.

Qi Bai is the youngest in their group. Since he has brought people out, he naturally has to take them back.

"Okay, okay." Seeing that Professor Nian was about to turn over an old account, Qi Bai quickly interrupted him, raising his hand to promise:

"I'm in the stadium and won't walk around."

Professor Nian nodded: "Keep your phone open, call me if you have anything."

The voided admission ticket was rolled into a slender cylinder by Qi Bai all the way. He was turning it in his hand at this time. After listening to Professor Nian's words, he nodded readily: "No problem."

99% of the people who visited the exhibition were foreigners. Occasionally, saw Asian faces who didn't speak Chinese, and Qi Bai couldn't understand a word.

He simply got out of the crowd and went to a place with fewer people.

The venue was divided into many small exhibition halls. In order to build momentum, the organizers also rented four famous paintings from several low-key collectors to display.

These four paintings are not priceless, but they are also priced from five million yuan at auction.

Famous paintings have a separate small exhibition hall, separated by a cordon, and there are burly security guards specially looking after them. They are not allowed to take pictures or watch at close range.

There are many rules, but there are many people who visit here.

In fact, most of the people who came to the exhibition came for these four famous paintings.

Qi Bai has never seen the original works of these four paintings, but when they took the famous painting appreciation class, the teacher gave them detailed photos, and one of them was copied by Qi Bai.

People in the famous painting gallery were rubbing shoulders, and Qi Bai didn't go to join in the fun, but went to the relatively quiet small exhibition hall next to him.

The room he chose happened to be an oil painting style, and it mainly exhibited figures, men, women and children, laughing and cursing, all kinds of people.

There are not so many rules here, you can take pictures, enjoy it up close, and buy it if you like it.

On the wall at the very center of the pavilion, there is a picture of a woman sitting on a throne in a splendid dress and a jeweled crown.

The woman looked young, but her eyes were sharp and imposing.

Qi Bai stopped in front of the painting, but not for the beauty of the woman and the lifelike painter.