The abandoned wife of a wealthy family won by not serving as a control group

Chapter 602

Entering the gallery full of artistic atmosphere, Meng Chuyuan discovered that the painter actually exhibited many paintings that had never been made public.

Meng Chuyuan is even more satisfied that he can see new works by buying tickets.

She started from the first painting before entering the museum, carefully appreciating every detail hidden in the painting...

At this time, a tall man appeared upstairs in the duplex. He was wearing a brown retro coat, had a mullet hairstyle and a black beard, and looked very rough, but it showed his wild personality.

The man walked to the stair railing, lowered his eyes and looked down, realizing that there were only a handful of people visiting the exhibition today. "There are quite a few people today."

"Brother, today is Friday, who is free to come and see the exhibition?" The man next to him couldn't help but complain: "I really don't understand you. If you want to hold an exhibition, why do you have to avoid the holiday..."

"I don't hold art exhibitions for young couples to date."

In his eyes, many young people today do not understand art, and they buy tickets worth thirty or fifty yuan just to date their loved ones and talk about love.

Not to mention the parent-child relationship, they themselves don't know much about aesthetics, and the purpose of visiting the exhibition is mostly to promote daily communication and exchanges between them and their children.

"What's wrong with young lovers? Maybe some of them are fans of your paintings."

At this moment, the man suddenly noticed a solitary figure downstairs, who was very different from the others.

In the gallery downstairs, there was a girl standing in front of the painting with her back to him, holding a notebook and a pen in her hands, and writing something on the notebook with her head down.

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"Do you like this painting?"

Hearing this, Meng Chuyuan tilted his head to look to the side and asked in surprise, "Are you Teacher Ji Chunlin?"

His identity was immediately exposed, and the man showed a shocked expression on his face, "You know me?"

Not long ago, Meng Chuyuan noticed that there was someone standing side by side with her. Unexpectedly, that person actually spoke to her. And Meng Chuyuan happened to know this person!

He is the organizer of this exhibition, Ji Chunlin.

Seeing that he did not deny it, Meng Chuyuan knew that he had guessed correctly, and he did not forget to joke with him: "I heard that mullet hair and a big beard are your standard equipment. It seems that I am right."

Ji Chunlin: “…”

He is lucky enough not to have gained weight in his forties, so why would he care about his appearance?

"I see you've been staying in front of this picture for a long time." Ji Chunlin walked down from upstairs when he noticed her. Seeing that she was so fascinated by the painting and was constantly taking notes with her hands, he didn't have the heart to disturb her.

Meng Chuyuan hummed lightly, and then continued: "Your painting has bright colors and beautiful artistic conception, but..."

Ji Chunlin saw her suddenly stop talking in the middle of her sentence and asked curiously, "Just what?"

Meng Chuyuan looked up at the painting on the wall and was silent for a moment before speaking: "I don't know if it's my illusion, but I feel like this painting has a sense of suffocation on the verge of death."

There before you is an underwater picture.

A woman in a white dress is standing in the water with an elegant posture. She has a smile on her face but her eyes are distracted. The part where her hand is reaching out to touch something happens to be the close-up of the painting.

Meng Chuyuan observed that the hand of the woman in the painting seemed to hide a lot of information. Combined with her eyes and facial expressions, it showed despair and helplessness.

Ji Chunlin: "Your analysis is correct. This does mean that one is on the verge of death."

If it were someone else, they might think that the style of this painting is mysterious and a bit dreamy, yearning for beauty...

But Meng Chuyuan saw the symbolic "death".