The Love of Passerby A

After the man left, Su Xiangran deliberately observed Zhao Wenyu, but didn't find anything wrong with him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhao Wenyu asked first.

"To be honest, Mr. Zhao doesn't seem like someone who likes painting." Su Xiangran said directly, and of course she added, "Of course I don't have much interest in painting either."

Zhao Wenyu was slightly stunned and muttered in a low voice: "I'm not interested. I even dressed up to see his exhibition."

At this time, Su Xiangran's mind was on an oil painting beside her. She only heard his voice but didn't hear clearly what he was saying, so she asked, "Mr. Zhao, what did you just say?"

Zhao Wenyu took a deep breath, suppressed his discomfort, and said, "I mean, Miss Su, you have a pair of skillful hands that can make cloisonné enamel paintings, how can you not be interested in painting? You are too modest."

Su Xiangran felt something was a little strange when he addressed her: "Mr. Zhao, how many times have we met?"

"Four times!" Zhao Wenyu blurted out.

"Then don't keep calling me Mr. or Miss. Miss isn't a good word now. Calling me Madam makes me sound old." Su Xiangran thought for a moment and said, "If you don't mind, Mr. Zhao, just call me Xiangran!"

Zhao Wenyu's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly: "Okay! Xiangran, then you can call me Wenyu from now on!"

Su Xiangran thought about it and nodded in agreement.

The two of them walked around the venue for more than half an hour and happened to stop at an oil painting of a snow-capped mountain.

The painter must have been standing on the top of a snowy mountain, gazing at the skyline, and deliberately recording the sunrise scene.

The sky in the distance had begun to glow, indicating that the sun was about to rise.

Such scenery requires time and patience to wait. In the painter's pen, a corner of the sun has appeared from behind the mountain, indicating that the sun will slowly rise soon.

It can be imagined that when the sun's rays become brighter and brighter, the sunlight must be shining brightly, illuminating the entire snow-capped mountain.

Only half of the snow-capped mountain in this painting is exposed to sunlight, but one can still feel the intention that the painter wants to convey to others.

He wanted to depict the extremely powerful force that he felt - the power of nature - to everyone who saw the painting.

Let them feel the beating of life and infinite possibilities.

Even though the snow on the snow-capped mountains in the sunlight has not melted, it is tinged with a layer of color and is no longer pure white. The snow-capped mountains that are not illuminated remain the same, even with some shadows.

It seems to be telling everyone who sees this painting that there must be shadows under the sun and everything has two sides.

It’s a beautiful picture, but the conversation between these two people is really low quality.

"That sun is painted like a fried egg." Su Xiangran looked at it for a long time and suddenly said this.

Zhao Wenyu looked at it carefully for a while and said seriously: "It looks quite similar, but the egg white is not round enough."

"Isn't it?" Su Xiangran felt that she had found a confidant. "Let me tell you something! This painter is my neighbor. He used to live across from me. When he first started learning to paint, he painted eggs, and later changed to painting fried eggs. But to be honest, this fried egg is quite realistic."

He Dongyang, a famous painter and Su Xiangran's former neighbor, saw Su Xiangran standing in front of this painting before. He thought she liked it very much and even wanted to give it to Su Xiangran. But when he got closer and heard it, he almost fainted.

"Are you hungry?" He Dongyang's voice was full of helplessness. "And this is not sunset, this is sunrise. There is a name under the painting: "Sunrise over Snowy Mountains"."

Su Xiangran, who was frightened by the ghost behind her, He Dongyang, immediately retorted: "It doesn't look like a sunrise, it's just a poached egg."

"How about, let's go for afternoon tea! I'm a little hungry too." Zhao Wenyu didn't care about the painting, he just wanted to sit down and have a good chat with Su Xiangran.

He Dongyang looked at the man's attentiveness and became alert: "Xiao Ran, you just got married, you can't relax too much."

Su Xiangran said indifferently: "I know, I know. You should worry about yourself! I will call your wife, my sister-in-law and my senior, and tell her that you bullied me."

He Dongyang immediately shut up and watched them walk out of the exhibition together.