Chapter 415

Nodding, Lu Zihao felt embarrassed when he remembered what he had just looked like.

"When I was in college, there were four people in my bedroom. Besides me, there were two people who studied medicine. Once I was curious and went to a class with them. That class really impressed me. In order to make the students not afraid of blood and those terrible scenes, the teacher found a horror film for us to see. While watching it, he explained how to do the terrible scenes there What is the composition of your plasma? "

Lu Zihao looked at her speechless. He never thought it was because of this, "so you won't be afraid when you watch horror movies in the future, will you?"

"HMM." Jolin smiled. "Since then, I can't look directly at horror films. I want to laugh every time. Moreover, the teacher is a Southerner and speaks more interesting with their local accent."

Lu Zihao fantasized about the scene, and then found that if he could not help it, "he still won't watch horror movies in the future."

Jolin suddenly smiled and stared at his straight hair. "Did you see anything strange on the Internet again? Did you think I would hide in your arms when watching horror movies?"

Lu Zihao didn't speak, but took her stride forward, looking a little embarrassed. The people next to him understood when they looked at him and didn't expose him.

"What's next?"

"You'll know when you go."

Lu Zihao drove for a long time and finally stopped at the door of a gallery. The gallery looked like a new one. There were some decorative materials stacked at the door, but it was very quiet inside.

Open the door, Lu Zihao said to her, "come in and have a look. Pay attention to your feet."

"Where is this?" Jolin looked around as she walked carefully inside. It's really not good to be careless. It's too messy. Some picture frames and waste paper are randomly thrown on the ground, and some works are put aside and covered with white cloth.

"This is my friend's gallery, but it hasn't been decorated yet. He has been working abroad before. He returned home a few days ago and was hired as a lecturer by Qingcheng Academy of fine arts. He just sent his works back home these days."

"Oh." Jolin nodded, but she was still not very interested. Lu Zihao knew she didn't like these artistic things. In fact, he did too. This time, there were other things.

"I remember you liked the paintings of French painter Francis. It happened that he had the honor to cooperate with him once when he studied in France and got his gifts. Do you want to see the paintings?"

Jolin was very excited when she turned back in surprise. "Really? Of course I'm going. Let's go!"

Lu Zihao smiled and took her upstairs.

"He should have gone to the academy now. Fortunately, I asked for the key in advance, otherwise I would have gone in vain." Lu Zihao opened the door as he said.

The studio is quite different from downstairs. It's clean without even a trace of dust. Even the white cloth used to cover the painting is clean without any fuel. Each painting has been mounted or put on the easel, neatly arranged as if the owner had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Standing at the door, Jolin was afraid to go in for fear that she might disturb these works. From Lu Zihao's tone, she could hear that her brother's friend must be very powerful. Moreover, since she knew Francis, the paintings he put here might not be simple. Although Jolin has no feelings for art, she still cherishes it for fear that she will be damaged by carelessness.

Seeing this, Lu Zihao didn't say anything. He directly pulled her to a painting. "I've asked. There's only one Francis painting, which is his own. His things are not important. Come and see."

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Zihao opened the white cloth in front of them and an oil painting appeared in front of them. The use of a large number of gorgeous colors makes the whole picture look lively and warm.

Jolin looked close to him and didn't dare to touch it. Tears were in her eyes. Lu Zihao panicked when he saw her like this.

"What's the matter?" he looked at her in a hurry, his eyes full of confusion. "It's a picture. Why are you crying?"

"Nothing." Jolin wiped her eyes. "I'm just very moved. I didn't expect to see this painting one day. I'm satisfied. Thank you."

"Say thanks to me." Lu Zihao held the man in his arms from behind. His voice was gentle. "I know why you like him because of the vitality in his paintings, right?"

"Well, the passion and tenacity of life he depicted in the painting was something I had never felt at that time, but it was because I saw the painting and learned the story behind him that I could get through the difficulties." a few words, but it was endless hardships. Jolin looked at the painting intently, just like looking at herself in the past.

"When his gallery opens, I'll come with you whenever you want to see it."

"OK." Jolin finally broke her tears into laughter, and Lu Zihao breathed a sigh of relief.

They didn't say anything, and there was nothing beautiful here. They covered the painting again, and they left. When Jolin finally left, she bowed to the picture, like gratitude and tribute.

It was late to get out of the gallery. After reading the painting, Jolin suddenly became heavy and looked unhappy. Lu Zihao gave up the idea of taking her to see the night scene at first and took her directly to a western restaurant.

Since she became a housekeeper for Xiao Yunyi, Jolin has seldom eaten out, and she has a habit of commenting on everything she eats.

Lu Zihao picked up the red wine next to him. "I'm very happy to commemorate our first date today, but now I regret taking you to the gallery."

I was also very happy and moved. When I first went out, I looked forward to it, and what you prepared didn't live up to my expectations. In fact, the gallery is the best place I think. That painting represents my past. Thank you for making our past perfect today

With a "Ding" sound, the two wine glasses slammed together, making a crisp sound, and then they drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

The waiter soon put the dishes in front of them one by one. They whispered. They were both very happy and the atmosphere was very good.

After tasting all the dishes, Lu Zihao suddenly said, "in fact, I still like the dishes at noon today, with the smell of life."

Jolin didn't know how many times she smiled today. She nodded her head gently to agree, "in fact, I think so."