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When the reporter from Baimo Media switched the camera to the reaction scene of everyone in the hall on the first floor, looking at Xiao Mengqian who was crying and trembling, Cheng Yinuo still couldn't hold back, and gently moved his arms, hugging Xiao Mengqian in his arms .

Mu Yunbian and others who came afterward were also full of emotions along the way. Mu Yunbian himself didn't know why, but when he saw the scene of the two embracing each other, he let out a long sigh.

"Hey, don't cry." Cheng Yinuo said softly, running his fingers across Xiao Mengqian's long hair, and the fragrance of her body lingered on the tip of his nose.

"Sorry, I..." Xiao Mengqian just raised her head when she saw Master Mu standing not far away, with a blessed smile on her face.

"Okay, okay, it's all here." Mr. He smiled and stood beside Xiao Mengqian: "My paintings are all on the first floor, take them to have a look, I will deal with other things with Nuonuo, and you can also take care of them." Long time no see, just right, go chat."

In the hall, although the reporters from Baimo Media were calm on the surface, they were looking forward to and excited about interviewing Mr. He and the apprentice named Xiao Mengqian.

But when he saw Cheng Yinuo and He Lao, his interest inevitably dropped a bit, but after the simple exchange of pleasantries, Cheng Yinuo said: "I will arrange a dreamy interview."

Xiao Mengqian, who temporarily avoided the focus of the media, went to the first floor with everyone. On the first floor, Xiao Mengqian briefly introduced He Lao's paintings to everyone.

Apart from professional issues, Xiao Mengqian looked at each painting very carefully, brought himself into that painting, and through that painting, to spy on the person who wrote the painting, what he was thinking at that time , said slowly under Xiao Mengqian's substitution.

Although there were not many people on the first floor at this time, there were still a lot of people gathered around. At first, maybe everyone had their own thoughts and was a little noisy.

But following Xiao Mengqian's explanation, the people who came here invariably listened to Xiao Mengqian tell He Lao's "gossip" through these paintings.

What Xiao Mengqian said is what everyone loves to hear. What color schemes and techniques are not the point. The point is that this painting was originally painted when Mr. He was drinking too much, oh, drunk shrimp.

For example, what the analysts said about the picture of the eagle on the Cangshan Mountain, and what they said about their ambition to grow stronger and stronger, in fact, there are not so many twists and turns, it is Mr. He who wants to draw it himself.

When this exhibition hall was finished and went to the next exhibition hall, Xiao Mengqian was suddenly stunned, and everyone followed Xiao Mengqian's gaze but saw nothing.

On the other hand, Mu Yun ran over in a hurry, and Xiao Mengqian also came back to his senses and hurried to follow. Everyone looked at the scene before them and didn't expect that those who had good things wanted to follow, but they were led by Lao Zhu at the side. People stopped.

After Lao Zhu maintained order, he hurried to talk to Mr. He about the matter. Cheng Yinuo, who was sitting by the side, didn't change his face after hearing it, but his heart sank. He left the stage with a smile and hurried over.

In the bathroom on the first floor of the venue, Mu Yun caught up with Ji Hefang who had hid here.

"I... I just want to see her and ask her if she is doing well..." Ji Hefang squatted on the ground and cried.

"Dream shallow her..."

"I'm doing well, Fangfang."

Ji Hefang raised her head abruptly, but only saw the door of the toilet that was not fully closed.

Xiao Mengqian heard this sentence when she pushed open the toilet door, and saw her squatting down with tears in her eyes, but she didn't have the courage to open the door and hug her.

All the memories poured into Ji Hefang's mind at the moment when her tears flowed down, she closed the door and ran aimlessly, behind her was the chasing memory, the corners of her eyes were tears drawn in lines.

The corridor leading to the toilet is neither long nor short, it is at the end of the corridor, seeing people coming and going outside, Xiao Mengqian realized that today she can’t look like this in front of everyone, just when she was looking at the painting. , but this time...but Fangfang...

The suppressed tears flowed in Xiao Mengqian's eyes, and Cheng Yinuo, who was standing in the crowd not far away, stopped and looked at Xiao Mengqian and turned around.

This time, it really took a long time before Cheng Yinuo turned around when Xiao Mengqian turned around, tried his best to hide in the crowd, and walked quickly towards Mr. He.

Returning to the exhibition area and regaining the smile on her face, at least Xiao Mengqian thought so. She tried hard to raise the corners of her mouth, with the pride and joy of being the protagonist of today, just introducing a painting At that moment, from the corner of Xiao Meng's shallow eyes, she saw Mu Yun who had returned, but she still turned her head away.

After the tour introduction of the exhibition area was over, the interview with Mr. He was also over. After the group took a group photo in the lobby, it was time for today's highlight for the insiders.

Back in the banquet hall on the second floor, there were already many people waiting. Except for Fu Yufeng's master, there is no need to introduce too much. Many celebrities in the painting world and even the art world need Mr. He to take Xiao Mengqian to go one by one. know.

Greetings with everyone is exhausting. There was a white-haired painter who brought his own liquor and toasted with Mr. He, while Xiao Mengqian stood aside and drank it all down, which made the old man very happy. , There are also young painters, like Mr. He who humbly ask for advice, and clink glasses with Xiao Mengqian to ask for more advice.

This was their artist's banquet, and Cheng Yinuo, Lin Wanyi and the others were just sitting at the same table eating and chatting. As the banquet progressed, Lin Wanyi and Yi Qinghan found out that something was wrong.

Nuonuo and Mengqian both drank non-stop. Nuonuo sat in the corner with his head down and drank slowly, while Xiao Mengqian sat with a few people while drinking and chatting. Hearing the old man's heroic laughter, the two of them will not talk for now, what is Mu Yunbian drinking there!

"Mu Mu, you can't drink any more!" Yi Qinghan took the wine glass in Mu Yun's hand and drank it down in one gulp.

"I..." Mu Yun lay down on the table and stretched out his hand to grab the wine glass: "I'm not happy, I'm really not happy." Mu Yun lay down on Yi Qinghan along the table.

"Okay, baby, let's stop drinking." Yi Qinghan held Mu Yun's outstretched hand, put the wine glass on the table with the other hand, regardless of Mu Yun's pitiful eyes staring at the wine glass, he hugged her directly. rise.

"I'll take Mumu and leave first, Dahuang, you drive." Yi Qinghan got up and left after a brief explanation, leaving only Huang Canyu's clear and crisp words.

Around 11:30, the banquet ended. Lin Wanyi and Song Quqing, who drove Xiao Mengqian and Cheng Yinuo home, were really speechless. They hadn't stopped drinking, and they both held back They didn't vomit, and what was even more outrageous was that the two tremblingly supported each other into the elevator, opened the door, then walked tremblingly to the bedroom, and fell on the bed.

Lin Wanyi and Song Quqing took off the make-up, washed their faces, covered the quilt and turned on the air conditioner for the two lying on the bed before leaving.

Sensing the departure of the two, Cheng Yinuo turned over and got up, struggled and ran to the toilet, before the light was turned on, and began to vomit in front of the toilet. After vomiting for a while, he would feel much better. After simply rinsing his mouth and washing his face , Then there was a glimmer of light outside the window, Cheng Yinuo looked at himself in the mirror, his face was pale from drinking too much, his hair was messy, and he looked like a ghost in the middle of the night.

"You? Are you okay?" Xiao Mengqian asked intermittently while holding the door frame.

"Meng Qian, I like you."

"Huh? What? Let's go, go sleep."

"I am fine."

The two of them helped each other back to the bedroom again, and the rest of the matter would not continue until the two woke up the next day.