When the theater ended, Zhang Nianyue took Ye Zhiran's hand and came to Yang Xiaoli with a quick step, shouting: "Xiaoli."

Yang Xiaoli was shocked and turned around and saw that it was Zhang Nianyue and Ye Zhiran, and her face turned red. Ye Zhiran noticed that a look of panic flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at them.

Zhang Nianyue smiled and said, "Who is this person by your side? Let me introduce it to us."

As soon as she asked, Yang Xiaoli's face turned redder. After a while, she looked up and said to the boy: "Why aren't you leaving yet? Haven't you seen me meet an acquaintance?"

The boy turned around and left in a panic.

At this time, Zhang Nianyue had turned all her attention to Yang Xiaoli, who was extremely disobedient, and turned around and said to Ye Zhiran: "Mu Tou, it's too late, you go back and be careful on the way."

Ye Zhiran knew that she wanted to leave some time to interrogate Yang Xiaoli, so she smiled and said goodbye to them.

The next day, Ye Zhiran got up and had breakfast. According to yesterday's arrangement, he should go to the Provincial Art Museum to see the exhibition in the morning and go to see the instructor in the afternoon.

The Provincial Art Museum of the Yangtze River Province is located in the northwest of Chengzhong Lake. It covers a small area and is composed of a second-hand old wooden structure house. There are wing rooms on both sides of the east and west.

Each of these old-fashioned houses is only eight or nine square meters in size. The staff of the art gallery opens up one room, and the two houses in front and back are connected together through the wing room, forming fourteen and five small houses connected into a circle, like a long corridor, which is very suitable for decorating art exhibitions.

When Ye Zhiran came to the art museum, the museum had just opened and he looked over the rooms.

Painter Zhu's paintings are famous for landscapes and flowers, and the exhibition room is arranged according to the birth date of the work. Ye Zhiran saw many of his early works and many pencil sketches in the first and second rooms, but there were a small note of "not selling products" on these paintings, which was obviously the one that Painter Zhu himself retained as the growth trajectory of his paintings to commemorate.

In the back rooms, I saw several four-foot paper landscape paintings marked with the words "Sold". When he walked to the last two rooms, he saw a banner on the wall with the words "Huang Yuwen Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition" written on it, and there was a line of her introduction next to it.

This was the first time Ye Zhiran saw Huang Yuwen's paintings systematically, and he couldn't help but look them one by one with interest. What he unexpected was that Huang Yuwen's paintings were not good at landscapes, but preferred characters, especially ancient ladies' paintings. As Zhu Zhaoxi's proud student, this seemed a bit "rebellious". Ye Zhiran could see from her paintings that Zhu Zhaoxi's style was that she liked to combine ladies and landscapes, and the painting of landscapes was quite charming as a teacher.

When he saw all the paintings, he had a new understanding of Huang Yuwen's calligraphy and painting. Her maid's paintings were beautiful and elegant, with both form and spirit, and they were like fairies in Lingbo. The quiet and beautiful Huang Yuwen had such a high level of calligraphy and painting skills, which was beyond his imagination. So when he walked out of the exhibition room, he was still savoring the exquisiteness of the paintings. When he raised his head, he saw that Painter Zhu and Huang Yuwen had arrived at the art gallery and were standing in the "pattern" to speak. He heard the voice and wanted to go up and say hello, but saw that the two of them were talking with a middle-aged man, so he shrank his feet back.

Huang Yuwen's eyes were sharp and she had seen him. Her calm and beautiful face turned red and she shouted happily: "Ye Zhiran!"

Ye Zhiran had no choice but to smile and say hello to painters Zhu and Huang Yuwen, and then greeted the middle-aged man who was talking to them with a smile.

Huang Yuwen asked, "When did you come to the provincial capital?"

Ye Zhiran replied: "I just arrived yesterday and my graduate class started. I know that Painter Zhu and you are holding a painting exhibition here, so I came to take a look."

Huang Yuwen asked happily: "Have you seen it?"

Ye Zhiran nodded and replied: "I have seen it all, Yuwen, you are so unexpected to me."

"Why, it doesn't catch your eyes?"

Ye Zhiran shook his head and said, "No, I am sighing that only places like Jiangnan with outstanding people can give birth to talented women like you, and they are beyond your own aspirations."

Huang Yuwen was praised by him and was delighted. She was always quiet and couldn't help but smile from the corners of her mouth.

The two of them had a few simple conversations, but the hearts of Painter Zhu and the middle-aged man had a huge impact. They had never seen Huang Yuwen take the initiative to chat with a young man, and the conversation was so natural. With their familiarity with Huang Yuwen, this was absolutely unusual. Therefore, the middle-aged man paid special attention to Ye Zhiran.

He was paying attention to Ye Zhiran, and Ye Zhiran had actually noticed him a long time ago.

Both people in the officialdom have an intuition that outsiders cannot understand when they meet. When Ye Zhiran first observed himself, he knew that he was also a person in the officialdom. Moreover, his official rank was far above him. Because he felt that the other party had a huge official power and oppressing him.

Official power is actually a very strange temperament, which is developed by leading cadres in the officialdom over time. No matter how small the official is, he will take charge of a group of people, so he has a superior mentality. He often speaks and acts with the habit of instructing others, and over time he forms a kind of momentum. Of course, when an official is young, because the group being led is small, and at the same time, he needs to flatter his superiors, so his momentum is generally weak. When an official reaches a certain level, one will rise and fall, and this

The momentum will increase accordingly. Once you reach a high position, you will develop the habit of being domineering in every move, and your aura will be greater and your official power will be more powerful. This kind of official power may not feel sensitive to ordinary people, but it is extremely sensitive to people in the officialdom. The officialdom is a place that pays great attention to rank, and ranks high and low everywhere according to the position. Over time, some old officials in the officialdom can even accurately analyze their level from a glance.

Although Ye Zhiran has not reached this point, the other party's official rank is much higher than him, and he can feel it consciously. However, if Painter Zhu and Huang Yuwen do not introduce him, he will certainly not ask them about his identity rashly. Therefore, although Ye Zhiran noticed his existence, he still naturally talked with Huang Yuwen.

"Yuwen, your paintings are known for being ladies, and it seems to be different from those of Painter Zhu."

Huang Yuwen smiled and said, "Many people think so. In fact, for me, what the teacher taught me is the understanding of painting, the habit of using the pen, the convergence of thinking, not the object itself in the painting."

Huang Yuwen and Ma Yanli and Zhang Nianyue are different. Ma Yanli is a very extroverted woman who dares to speak and do, and is full of courage. Zhang Nianyue is full of the atmosphere of modern women. Huang Yuwen brings the calmness and gentleness of ancient women, and is also more introverted and does not like to communicate with others, especially with boys, which has some aloof meaning.

The aloof Huang Yuwen talked to Ye Zhiran so condescendingly, which was obviously the reason why Painter Zhu and middle-aged men paid special attention.

"Yuwen, I'm leaving. I'm going to visit the instructor in the afternoon. I need to make some preparations in advance."

"It's still early? Don't go in and rest for a while?" Huang Yuwen spoke out and tried to keep him.

Ye Zhiran quipped: "Are you afraid that I will stay for a long time? If you accidentally like which of your works, you will ask you for a painting?"

Huang Yuwen smiled and said, "If you want to take it, just take it."

Ye Zhiran said seriously: "Yuwen, don't underestimate yourself. What I am saying is the truth. Every painting of your painting is a fine work, and your future achievements will never be low. Although these are your early works, they are therefore more meaningful to preserve."

Huang Yuwen had a little affection for him, and when he heard his heartfelt words, she deeply touched her heart. She felt that the praise of her works seemed to be a very wonderful and comforting reward, which made her feel indescribable.

She noticed that there was a soft, beautiful thing in her heart that had never been seen before.

At this time, the gentle and elegant Huang Yuwen also left a good impression on Ye Zhiran. He looked at Huang Yuwen, who was touched by his words just now, and said softly: "Yuwen, I really want to leave. Let's talk about it next time I meet."

Huang Yuwen wanted him to stay and hoped that he would leave soon so as not to see through her heart. She wandered for a moment, nodded and said, "I'll give you a gift."

After the two left, the middle-aged man repeatedly asked Painter Zhu, who was this boy? What was his identity? When did he meet Huang Yuwen?

The first two questions are easy to answer, but the last question is also unspeakable.

When Huang Yuwen bid farewell to Ye Zhiran, the middle-aged man asked her: "Yuwen, did he ask me about my identity when you sent her out?"

Huang Yuwen raised her head strangely and said, "No, why did he ask about your identity?"

How could anyone who is not in the officialdom know this intuition? Of course, he understood that Ye Zhiran could guess that his official rank would not be low, so he sighed and said, "I can't tell, I'm young and very cunning."

Cleverness and calmness are synonyms and compliments in the officialdom. But in Huang Yuwen's ears, she was unhappy and said, "Dad, why did you say that to him? You don't understand him."

"Then I will understand him well from now on." Huang Yuwen's father said this and added another sentence: "Hmph! I'm so bold that I actually approached my daughter. Could it be that I am drunk?"

When Huang Yuwen heard this, her face changed drastically. With his father's identity, he could cut off Ye Zhiran's future with just one sentence. She repeatedly said, "Dad, you are completely guilty of being a crime! Did he know who you are? Did he know what you have? You are trying to judge others with a villain's heart."

Huang Yuwen's father ignored her, but looked at Painter Zhu with suspicious eyes. Painter Zhu understood that this was asking him if he had disclosed it, so he shook his head quickly. He then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said to Huang Yuwen with a kind look: "You girl, you don't know the importance of your words. If you let your teacher see a joke, why did I tell you to interfere with his affairs?"
Chapter completed!