Chapter 430

Assistant song's face changed slightly: "Bai Dong, please calm down..."

White bead curtain roared: "why do all people want me to calm down? When am I not calm? Do I have no right to fight back when others publicly insult me? Does everyone want to see me suffocate! I know exactly what I'm doing! Right away! If you can't handle this matter well, you can quit and leave. I don't need any disobedient and incompetent assistant! "

Assistant song did not dare to persuade: "yes, I will do it right away. Please remember to have lunch on time."

Assistant song went out, but instead of going to the public relations company, he hid in the car and called Gong Mou, telling him of the gaffe of Baizhu curtain.

After hearing this, Gong Mou said, "I understand. I'm going to see my mother now. You don't have to go to any water army. I'll take care of this."

He was sure that what his mother saw and faced was the conspiracy of Guan Qing and Gong Yujue. Their mother and son took Guan Qing's happy life to stab his mother's pain. However, his mother could not bear the increasing stimulation and injury. He could not let his mother go on like this.

About half an hour later, Gong Mou appeared in front of the white bead curtain study and knocked on the door: "Mom, I've come to see you."

Baizhu curtain had just taken medicine, and her mood was a little calmer, but she was still in a bad mood. Her son's arrival didn't make her happy. She squeezed out a smile: "xiaomou, how can you come here when you have time?"

"Mom, I haven't seen you for days. I miss you." Gong Mou's rare "coquetry" for a time, put his arm around the shoulder of the white bead curtain and said, "let's have dinner together tonight. I've bought the dishes you like, and I'll cook them for you tonight. Besides, I won't go back to the hospital this evening, so I'll sleep here and listen to the opera with you."

White bead curtain heard that his son would always accompany him today, and his gloomy face suddenly brightened a lot: "well, mom hasn't eaten your cooking for a long time. My mother must have a good appetite tonight."

Gong Mou said with a smile, "Mom, I don't think you have anything to do now. Otherwise, you can go to the kitchen to help me wash and choose dishes? I bought a lot of food today

"Good." "Although mom can't cook, it's OK to wash the dishes."

"Let's cook now." Gong Mou took the white bead curtain and went out. When he passed the living room, he turned on the TV and called on the documentary channel. He left the TV while cooking with his mother.

Two people leisurely in the kitchen for two hours, made four dishes, a soup and a snack, while listening to light music while eating and chatting.

They had a good time talking, and the white bead curtain had a rare two bowls of rice.

"Mom, I've reserved a ticket for you for the exhibition of new artists' works. You can go and have a look tomorrow." When Gong Mou saw that he had finished eating, he took out a beautiful envelope with a smile, "you like to appreciate art works so much. I hope you can stick to your hobbies and spend more time on your hobbies. As I asked, all the works of new artists who have just appeared in recent years are on display in this exhibition. Each exhibit has its own unique views and tables You think you'll like it

"Alas -" sighed the White Pearl curtain, trying to say that he was not in the mood to see it, but he could not bear to refuse his son's kindness. "What's so outstanding about the new artists now? They are all pursuing fame. There are fewer and fewer painters who can see the world with a third eye. I'm afraid I will be disappointed if I go."

By "the third eye", she means that the painter can get rid of and surpass ordinary people's knowledge, observe and discover the special features of the world with their own unique sensitive perspective and vision, and express them perfectly. She hates those works that look very beautiful and have superb painting skills but lack unique views and ideas.

"I don't think this exhibition will disappoint you." Gong Mou smiles, "because the theme of this exhibition is" destruction ", breaking all rules and constraints, and then creating everything new from the ruins and barren. I think you may find the works you like."

"Destruction?" "Since you said that, I'll go and have a look. If the exhibition is not interesting, I won't support any activities of the organizer in the future."

The organizer indicated on the envelope was an anonymous gallery. She had never heard of it. She really didn't like the event. She had the right to try her luck and pass the time.

Gong Mou said with a smile: "if there is no comment on this activity, you can hit me when you come back."

"Bang, how can mom be willing to beat you?" White bead curtain to palace plan with vegetables, "at most is to punish you to see once."

They talked and laughed and happily spent the evening.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, after the lunch break of the White Pearl curtain, he took a bus to go out and went straight to the exhibition site, and then kept frowning.

What a lonely exhibition!

The front of the exhibition hall is empty, there are almost no cars, and the inside of the exhibition hall is also empty. Except for her, she can't see other visitors, and even the staff doesn't show up. She has no spirit to pass by a painting, her eyes are like water, and there is no place to stay.

In fact, the level of these paintings is not bad, which also reflects the artists' imagination and the courage to break the shackles. However, their imagination and thinking are not enough to break the average level of their peers. It is possible to see them, but not worth stopping and collecting.Isn't there really any new and talented painter here?

Isn't there any work that can move her and deserve her appreciation and collection?

In fact, she has always been willing to support promising artists, but it is too difficult to produce such artists in this era.

As she walked, she unconsciously came to the deep of the gallery. The front was the end. When she turned to the right, she glanced at her later direction, and then "eh" stopped: there was a hidden compartment where she had just passed? The compartment was small and sandwiched between two pillars. The narrow entrance was obscured by the white lights and white walls, which could not be seen without paying attention.

Through the narrow entrance, you can't see the works in the compartment. However, the works here are of such a high level that you can't see them. The white bead curtain takes back her eyes and goes on.

But after a few steps, she stopped, turned and walked to the hidden cubicle.

She cares about that cubicle There is no special difference between the works in the compartment, but she just cares. She always feels that she will scratch her heart if she doesn't look at it. This must be curiosity, and she is bored to death.

Through the entrance that only allows one person to pass through, the compartment in front of you is so small that it can only accommodate three or four adults to stop. On the three walls, only the innermost wall is hung with an oil painting. It's really sentimental!

The white bead curtain hummed and glanced at the wall at will, ready to see and leave.

However, with this glance, she felt that her heart, which had been paralyzed to the point of almost stopping beating, was like a dying person. It was like an electric shock. It suddenly revived and resumed the heartbeat. Moreover, it beat very fast, and the blood of her whole body accelerated and burned. She felt the vitality and hope of life as a person who had been in the dark and cold for a long time in the sunshine.

She was staring at the painting, unable to move her eyes, but she had only one voice in her heart: what a wonderful work!

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