MTL - Starlight Has No Past-Chapter 11 Cocaine cause 01

The most striking location of the Art Park is the largest city art museum in Yangcheng. It is written by s famous designer. The interior is decorated with white classic background and green artificial plants. The temperature in the museum is controlled just right, and the art space is full of natural art. style.

Even the living room in the office area is decorated with the same elegance.

The director Yang Zhisong signed the power of attorney and shook hands with Liang Hao’s brother and sister. Zhou Yishen has a good hand, and there is no expression on the face, revealing the arrogance that is incompatible with the business. Yang Zhisong also saw the only son of Zhou Jia today. To show his friendship, he chatted with him: "I heard that you had studied under Xu Xumen, is his close disciple?"

When Liang Shuo heard the words "Xu Wei", his expression was slightly incomprehensible and he looked at Zhou Weishen.

Zhou Yishen is not convinced, he said: "Do you know the teacher?"

"I am a young boy with Xu Wei, and the friendship has always been good. But I didn't listen to him. I have received such a talented apprentice." Those who dip the art can easily compliment the words. Yang Zhisong slammed a few people and praised him. Liang Shuo also smiled as usual.

Zhou Yanshen felt that he spoke up and talked like a person.

He didn't know where he was laughing: "It's been too long, and the teacher may have forgotten me."

Liang Shu helped him to round out the scene and explained to Yang Zhisong: "That was all a matter of more than a decade ago. At that time, it was still a child, and Mr. Xu did not have the fame of today. He came to teach at home. It is also a fate. Unfortunately. She was not thinking about this. She learned nothing, and then went to the army to join the army when she was old. She retired in recent years, and the technique was completely ruined, and Mr. Xu no longer contacted."

Yang Zhisong was surprised: "That's a pity. Yangcheng now has a lot of high-ranking children who want to ask Xu Wei for guidance. They have all been rejected by him."

Liang Shudao said, naturally, the topic was opened, and Yang Zhisong talked for a while before he went out with Zhou Wei.

He was still absent-minded, playing with a bronzing lighter in his hand.

When Liang Shuo got out of the museum, he sank.

Zhou Yushen deliberately poked her mind: "Is it not happy to mention Xu Wei?"

Liang gave him a look. He pretended to be relaxed, saying that Xu Wei would forget him. How is it possible that the person in this life is hard to say whether he will forget everything he has given to his family.

She retorted her lips: "I deliberately want to mention Xu Wei? This has come over and you have said a few words? When people mention Xu Wei, you have more words. Zhou Yishen, are you deliberately mad at me?" Recalling that he lived next to Xu Wei’s daughter, and he had a lot of relationship with him. He felt that he was hopeless. “Forget it. Dad can’t control you, I can’t control it. Go back.”

Speaking of sitting in the car to pick up and drop off, left him alone.

On the deep surface of Zhou Wei, the clouds are light and the **** are gently waved in the forehead, an army farewell ceremony.

There was still a period of time from the meal, and Zhou Weishen wandered around the art street. Walking down the street, there are many ** galleries, many of which are private shops run by famous photographers and painters. They are both exhibitions and sales, and they can be visited for a whole day. Along the route, you can watch a reality show, and occasionally there will be a group of people watching the camera.

Zhou Yanshen walked into a gallery and went inside.

He is naturally sensitive to paintings. Because of this, Zhou Fu decided that he had the talent to learn painting since he was a child. He transferred a lot of famous paintings. But talent does not mean that he is interested. He has not been very keen. He is even more interested in the commercial value of paintings in adulthood. He is good at how to invest and speculate in art. Therefore, Zhou’s family privately said that Liang Shu’s operation of the auction house was due to his vision and means.

Unfortunately, he is not keen on money, and he is not very practical in the name of ferra.

It seems that the world is missing something and he is keen.

The store is a loop-back arrangement with only one road in the narrow lane and a white frame on each side. Zhou Wei turned deep for a while, stopped before a painting, and said to follow his own shopping guide: "This is wrapped up."

The shopping guide was surprised that he did not ask the price, nodded and asked, "Do you need other?"

"Look again."

He disappeared from the corner and a group of people came in at the door.

Zheng Xizhen came in with Ye Qiao, followed by camera and several program staff. The program group had already greeted the merchants of this film, and the shopkeeper saw people coming in and personally greeted them.

The game link in this issue is limited purchase. Each group has a fixed fund and needs to purchase items with a certain keyword. The key word for Zheng Xiwei’s group to purchase is “forest”, leaving only the last item – painting.

When Ye Qiao entered the door, he took a look at the one that had just been picked up in the shopping guide: "Can you make me jealous?"

The shopping guide stops the action and displays the painting in his hand. The store manager took the opportunity to raise his hand backwards at the camera: "This film is commissioned by the same young painter. His style is more romantic and fresher. Like this "Five Birds" is a tribute to Mr. Lin Fengmian, very poetry."

Ye Qiao sweeps for a week, most of them are similar in style, but they are almost all still lifes. Only the figure in her hand is a bird in the forest.

Zheng Xizhen also found the crux of the problem. He smiled in front of the camera and asked, "How much is this painting?"

The look of the shopping guide clearly stagnate: "There are five thousand here. But..." She glanced back. "I just had a gentleman who wanted this picture."

Zheng Xizhen turned and looked at Ye Qiao: "Would you like to go to the house?"

Ye Qiao slightly frowns, because of her family studies, she has a subconscious attachment to art: "I think this picture is more relevant."

Zheng Xizhen thought for a few seconds, using his handsome face of the handsome girl to plead with the store manager, pointing to the camera: "Look, today we are recording the program. If the customer does not want this, you can Our program group negotiated." Seeing that the store manager has been shaken, and moved to the truth, "Have you seen "Idol Challenge"?"

"Seen……"

Zheng Xijun put the fancy frame on the front of the camera and said, "Yes, if you sell it to us today, this section will be free to advertise the gallery!" He was born with a variety of art, facing the wall. The gallery logo puts a gesture of spokesperson, causing the manager to grin and be embarrassed to reject him. It is difficult to say: "This is the guest who communicates with each other, we can't do this master."

Ye Qiao took the painting and handed it back to the shopping guide. He said, "If someone buys it, let's take a look."

Zheng Xi blinked at the camera and the hourglass left by the staff. Obviously, he was somewhat unhappy: "If you pick the right time, it’s too late, or will you go back to the one?"

Both of them are somewhat uncertain. The shopping guide took the time to find someone, and said: "This is just the gentleman who bought the painting!"

The camera lens moved over, and Ye Qiao followed and turned, but for a moment.

The figure I saw when I started recording was not her hallucination. Is he really here?

Zhou Haoshen lifted his **** to block the lens. There was only one pair of knuckles and slender hands in the picture: "You are recording a program?"

Ye Qiao slowed down from seeing his mistakes and surprises, indicating that the camera had moved the camera back, but he did not know whether he should say hello to him. She raised her eyebrows with great interest: "Is this painting what you want?"

Zhou Xiaoshen only heard that there was a customer to look at, but she did not expect it to be her, and her eyes were quite surprised: "Why, you see it?"

Ye Qiao smiled at him, even she didn't even know that there was a hint of flattering and seduce in this smile. He held a strange tone to discuss: "Well. We need this program, can this Mr. give it to us?" ”

Zhou Wei was as hesitant to deliberately hesitate. In front of Ye Qiao's face is unfamiliar, but his eyes reveal tacit hints. There was light in her eyes, and it was wrapped around his heart. It was a woman's soft, intimidating. Zhou Xiaoshen smiled and leaned over and said something in her ear. She strode forward and ordered the shopping guide: "This painting will be given to Miss Ye. The account is combined with several other pieces."

After that, she turned her head and looked at her.

Ye Qiao did not expect that he actually gave it to her directly, and wanted to go up and stop. The game game was originally to spend money at least the higher the quality the better, she still can not get this head in front of the camera, can only let Zheng Xijun exaggeratedly whistle, said that even met the fans, the ending are happy.

The hourglass that remembers the game time is about to leak out. Ye Qiao took the spoils and passively followed Zheng Xijun to accelerate to the end. Looking back deeply before going out, I looked at Zhou Weishen.

In the light and shadow, he is dressed in a formal dress, casual and expensive, making her a little strange. But this person is still the Zhou sheshen she knows, will face in front of the program group and the camera, leaning over her ear and reporting the name of a hotel.

Ye Qiao unconsciously touched his left ear. This rogue really has a low-pitched, **** scorpion.

At the end of the pedestrian street.

Zhou Yan deeply stopped the taxi, and placed the exquisitely wrapped picture frame on the seat, and sent a message to Ye Qiao: "1107."

I don’t know where the numbers are, but others may not understand them, but Ye Qiao knows exactly what it means.

Ye Qiao is still recording the program, the mobile phone is not in the hand, the reply is slow, until he gets off the bus and goes to the phone -

"It’s just that the hometown is known. Has Mr. Zhou been upset?"

This woman can seamlessly combine the savage and the literary genre in a sentence.

He could almost see her provocative and petite look when she was joking, maybe she didn't know it, it was a lure.

He tapped the screen a few times and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "There is no Miss Ye in the next door, I can't sleep."