Chapter 1673

"Hahaha..."

Skron and others laughed happily.

During this period of time, the depressed mood has been released at this moment.

Only Frank had a blank face and firmly believed that he could not become a pig.

What a shame it is to become a pig. It's disgusting to think about it!

Skrone smiled for a while and felt very relaxed: "George, I'm looking forward to what a wonderful battle between Hades and the so-called Martian."

George nodded. "Yes, I'm looking forward to it, too."

Wilson wondered, "Mr. President, how can we find Hades when we get to New York?"

Everyone began to wonder.

If you can't find Hades, you can't find Martians, and there's no way to see their wonderful war.

Skron mused, "Hades wants us to be quick. He's waiting for us in New York. I think he'll take the initiative to contact us."

Several people nodded.

In bell town, Qian Duoduo, Zhang long and others have been playing for most of the day. They have also had lunch. It's still early. They walked into a gallery.

There are weekly exhibitions of the works of some contemporary calligraphers and painters in the gallery.

Because it's Saturday, there are still a lot of people in the gallery.

Qian Duoduo still knows a lot about calligraphy and painting, because he learned painting in primary school and history in middle school. After two lightning excitations, the previous superficial knowledge sublimated a lot in his mind.

Not only art, but also music, dance and so on. It can be said that he is now full of artistic cells, but he has not been fully displayed.

The gallery is very large, with four or five hundred square meters. The walls are full of paintings, and there are many people. There are more than two or three hundred people. Everyone is enjoying it quietly. Some are taking photos, some are quietly discussing, and some pay for a painting on the spot.

Following Qian Duoduo, the people came to a large oil painting and stopped to watch it. It was a realistic landscape painting, including mountains and valleys, Feiquan waterfalls, and a small house in the deep mountains and valleys.

Qian Duoduo stood in front, holding his chin, smiling and enjoying it with interest.

Long Qiuxia and song Qiuyue stood beside him respectively. The two girls just felt good-looking, but they didn't know what it meant.

Zhang long, Zhao Hu and others stood beside them.

Zhao Hu touched long Qiuxia's shoulder: "Hey, sister long, you're interested in it. What does this painting mean?"

Long Qiuxia was very impressed and said, "brother tiger, this picture is well painted. There are mountains and rivers and small bridges. Looking at this picture, I seem to hear the crisp sound of running water. The sound of splashing water is deep in my ears. I vaguely feel that bursts of warm air are blowing on my face. It's very comfortable and comfortable. Ah, it's so beautiful."

"I don't think so." Zhao Hu frowned and asked Zhang long, "brother long, do you understand? What does this painting mean?"

Zhang Long shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm not interested in calligraphy and painting. When I was a freshman, because the course was relatively easy, I heard that the paintings of Picasso, Van Gogh, Leonardo da Vinci and other giants in the painting world were invaluable, and any painting was worth hundreds of millions. So I went to the library and found two books to appreciate them. No matter how great and talented the books were introduced, I didn't understand one and couldn't read it for ten years I left my book and ran away in a few minutes. I won't buy it for a few hundred million dollars. "

Zhao Hu nodded repeatedly and felt the same way: "yes, so do I. I can't understand foreigners' paintings. If Xu Beihong's horse and Qi Baishi's shrimp, I can pay 200 yuan to hang them in the living room."

Qian Duoduo said with a smile, "brother tiger, if Xu Beihong's horse and Qi Baishi's shrimp, don't say 200 yuan, you can't buy 20 million."

Zhao Hu smiled bitterly: "for those of us who have no artistic cells, all paintings are the same, and there is no big difference. Moreover, I found that the more ugly paintings are, the more valuable they are. The more beautiful paintings are, the less valuable they are. The key lies in the artist's reputation."

Qian Duoduo just smiles.

Zhang Long said, "Duoduo, your artistic accomplishment is higher than ours. Can you explain to us what this painting means?"

Qian Duoduo said, "brother long, this is a landscape realistic painting. In fact, it's the same as sister Bruce Lee said. You can think of what you see. It doesn't mean anything special."

"Oh."

Zhang long, Zhao Hu and others nodded and knew a little.

Long Qiuxia seems to have been praised. She is very happy. She pulls song Qiuyue to another painting and stands in front of her and appreciates it carefully.

Qian Duoduo and Zhang long also walked over.

The picture in front of me is a mess, a thatched house, a clothes line, old wires, waste train tickets, old photos, broken tires and so on.

Song Qiuyue asked, "sister Xia, your appreciation level is so high. What does this picture mean?"

Long Qiuxia said confidently, "this painting tells us to remember hard and think sweet, be diligent and thrifty. Also, don't throw away useless things at any time."

Song Qiuyue nodded: "mm-hmm, it makes sense."

Qian Duoduo said with a smile, "sister Bruce Lee, you're right. In fact, this painting mainly means nostalgia“

Zhang Long nodded and said, "yes, seeing this picture will remind us of many things in the past."

Everyone nodded again and again.

As they walked on, they saw a portrait of a naked woman. In the portrait, a young girl with blond hair and blue eyes walked along the beach, her eyes were captivating and stroking her hair. She really wanted to have a figure and a look.

"Wow..."

The crowd exclaimed and opened their eyes.

Long Qiuxia and song Qiuyue turned their faces and pulled Qian Duoduo's arm out.

Qian Duoduo shouted, "Hey, what are you doing? This is real human body art. You have to enjoy it."

Long Qiuxia said angrily, "I don't see any broken art."

Song Qiuyue echoed, "that's right. Naked is no art. I don't see it. Except for you men, women don't like it."

Zhang long, Zhao Hu and others laughed.

"Hey, your artistic accomplishment is too poor." Qian Duoduo shook his head again and again. "Alas, it's a pity that such a good body art can't be appreciated."

The two girls dragged him out of the gallery.

Zhang long, Zhao Hu and others naturally walked out of the gallery.

Zhang long looked at the time: "Duoduo, it's almost time. We should go back."

Qian Duoduo nodded: "OK, go back."

So they talked and laughed, walked to the parking lot, got on two cars and soon drove out of bell town.