"I know..." Little Baozi agreed cheerfully, and then jumped away.

Around Zhuge Canglan Kankan, everyone was well-dressed and seemed to be successful people. There were also some people who often appeared on TV news. Today we saw them in real life.

Zhuge Canglan has not studied oil painting. She is not a person who likes elegance in the first place. She comes here... just to see what's new. As for those paintings, she doesn't know how to do it.

Yutian Xuanhuang held her shoulders and read the words on the wall quite seriously...

Seeing that he seemed to be looking very carefully, Zhuge Canglan asked with a smile, "It is said that paintings can reflect the truest heart of the painter. What do you see, husband..."

Anyway, when she saw these paintings, they were all... well, just one block of color after another, and some of them really didn't look as good as those ridiculous shoujo comics.

Yutian Xuanhuang smiled and said, "That's right. Paintings can indeed reflect a person's true heart. You can't hide it even if you want to."

"Then tell me, what is Lu Miao like in his heart?" Zhuge Canglan asked casually.

But she didn't expect that Yutian Xuanhuang would give her an answer she couldn't have imagined.

He said: "Crazy, perverted, twisted..."

Zhuge Canglan immediately stood still!

"No... no... are you joking?" After a while, she said with a smile.

Yutian Xuanhuang smiled half-seriously, "This is what I saw from his paintings."

After he said this, Mo Fenghua looked at those abstract oil paintings and seemed... to see a little bit of meaning. She also felt that there was a real sinister wind in the paintings...

…

Let’s talk about Little Baozi. He is running around all over the place, running very fast with his little broken legs. He is cute and dressed like a pampered young master, so many people don’t look at the painting.

Instead, I'm looking at him...

Especially some female compatriots, when they see the little buns, pink bubbles appear in their eyes.

Many people came to talk to him and tease him. Little Baozi was not timid and spoke eloquently.

He looked around on the first floor and felt bored so he went up to the second floor. The exhibition hall on the second floor is a small independent compartment. There is only one painting in each compartment. In order to reflect the artistic effect, the partitions are

The room is also made like a maze.

Little Baozi found it interesting and played a game of crossing the maze inside.

There weren't many people on the second floor, and Xiaobaozi didn't meet many people while playing around here.

Suddenly he saw someone in a hidden compartment, and he walked over.

I saw an old man with gray hair and a neat suit looking at the paintings on the wall obsessively.

Little Baozi looked over curiously. The painting...how should I put it, was a whole patch of red, as if a bucket of paint had been poured directly onto the canvas.

Little Baozi felt dizzy after looking at it for a while, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Grandpa, is this painting beautiful?"

The old man lowered his head and looked at the little bun. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses. The light was a little dark, and he could only see a cold reflection flashing through his lenses. He moved his hand.

He smiled at the little bun, showing his white teeth, "What a beautiful boy, come to grandpa."

The little bun didn't move and just lay on the door frame of the cubicle. He raised his innocent and beautiful face and said, "Grandpa, you didn't answer my question just now."

The old man nodded, "Oh, are you asking if this painting is beautiful?"
Chapter completed!