The man on the sofa was about thirty years old, handsome in appearance, slender, and wearing a custom-made suit. Because he and Su Qiao looked at each other for a while, Su Qiao noticed that his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Lu Mingyuan.

Su Qiao dragged her suitcase and broke the silence first: "Hello, I am..."

Before she finished speaking, the man interrupted: "I am Lu Mingyuan's cousin, and this is my business card."

Su Qiao walked to the sofa and took the business card with both hands. After a closer look, he confirmed that his name was Jiang Xiuqi and he worked for a brokerage company.

The relationship between Jiang Xiuqi and Lu Mingyuan is more than just cousins. Lu Mingyuan is the creator, and Jiang Xiuqi is the driving force behind the scenes - no matter where you are, if you want to be famous, you must rely on marketing and promotion.

Without exposure to the public, no matter how good a work is, it will easily become depressed. Su Qiao knows this truth very well.

Lu Mingyuan's thoughts were different from hers.

He changed the topic and said: "You brought a suitcase? You are very thoughtful. If you are still short of things, there is a small supermarket ten minutes' walk north of the door." Then he added: "Whatever you want, buy it yourself.

."

While he was talking to her, he opened the curtains, and the light and shadow fell on the oil painting, swaying gently in the wind.

Unlike Jiang Xiuqi, who wears suits and leather shoes, Lu Mingyuan is very casually dressed. On the surface, his words and deeds are loose and not rigorous at all. However, his works are all meticulous realism, like nature stained with paint.

scenery.

In addition to landscape paintings, he is also good at sculptures.

Especially the statues with cloaks or floating hems, because he prefers to carve detailed environments than the characters themselves. Marbles turn into clothing and accessories in his hands, full of lifelike flow.

It's a pity that in big cities, there is never a shortage of geniuses.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiuqi smiled and said: "Anyway, the supermarket is only ten minutes away from your home. If she wants to go, you can go with her. Also, Lu Mingyuan, your painting exhibition will be held in two weeks.

Come with your girlfriend."

He obviously misunderstood the relationship between Su Qiao and Lu Mingyuan.

Can't blame him.

The girls have all come to live at home. There is no other possibility except the girlfriend who lives together, Jiang Xiuqi thought.

So he persuaded: "Lu Mingyuan, if you want to do an exhibition, the company will arrange opportunities for you. If you don't want fame and fortune, that's fine. I have no objection. But now, you have to consider your family..."

Lu Mingyuan put down his teacup.

He sat on the other side of the sofa.

The seat distance between Jiang Xiuqi and Lu Mingyuan was more than one meter. Lu Mingyuan held a pillow and pinched it twice before responding: "Don't beat around the bush, tell me the truth. Am I the only one participating in the art exhibition?"

"Simply saying there are a few people doesn't mean much," Jiang Xiuqi said, "it will only affect your judgment."

He took out the documents from his briefcase and placed them on the coffee table.

That stack of documents was at least twenty pages long.

Jiang Xiuqi stretched out his finger, turned to the last page, pressed his fingertips on the blank space, and ordered: "Come, sign here. Include your Chinese name and pinyin name."

Before Lu Mingyuan could say anything, Su Qiao bent down and came closer.

She said: "Mr. Jiang, I study law. Please let me take a look at the contract."

Jiang Xiuqi had no objection.

So Su Qiao sat next to Lu Mingyuan.

The cool breeze blew through the cracks in the window and wandered into the living room. Lu Mingyuan leaned forward slightly and smelled the perfume on Su Qiao's body - the fragrance was very light and nice, like rose petals that had been dried by the sun.

He sat up straight again, further away from Su Qiao.

Su Qiao picked up the document and whispered in his ear: "There are five participating painters. Each of their works must be clearly marked with a price and hung on the wall. After the customer pays, he can take the painting directly."

Lu Mingyuan didn't listen carefully to what she said.

As if there was a subtle illusion, the corners of Su Qiao's red lips were about to touch the tips of his ears.

And he was indifferent.

The illusion only lasted for a moment. The next second, Su Qiao sat upright and said: "I guess Lu Mingyuan is not used to mixing his own works with other people's works..."

"You are right," Jiang Xiuqi lowered his head to drink coffee and answered, "But there are still many people who want his opportunity, but they can't even grab it."

He held the cup with both hands and half-smiled: "Every university's art school has graduates. How many of them can you name? You have few works, it takes a long time, and you can't open a studio, so you need more.

Look at reality."

Reality is usually cold, cruel and full of competition.

In Lu Mingyuan's view, realistic scenarios need to rely on the environment.

Just like the sacred statue in a large monastery will make people awe, and then they will bow their heads, bend down, and worship. If the statue is placed in the square, countless people will touch, hug, and even ride on it.

As time goes by, wind and rain blow, he will completely lose his luster and be covered with moss.

Everyone has selfish motives. Lu Mingyuan's selfish motive is that he doesn't want to be ignored by everyone.

Jiang Xiuqi sighed softly and continued to teach: "It has been three years since you graduated from college. Do you have any ground-breaking masterpieces? In your line of work, you must get at least one for fame and fortune."

Lu Mingyuan probably heard it.

He stood up from the sofa and said: "I will think about it for two more days and give you an answer the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Xiuqi was full of expectations: "The day after tomorrow, you will sign the contract?"

Lu Mingyuan turned around and told the truth: "I plan to refuse at that time."

Jiang Xiuqi spread his hands: "Why don't you reject me immediately? I can reason with you while I'm free."

Lu Mingyuan confessed to him: "I don't want to listen to your nonsense for the time being."

The atmosphere in the living room was tense, but there was golden sunshine outside the window. It cleared up after the rain, the clouds cleared and the sun shone brightly on the ground.

The silence in the room is lengthening.

Jiang Xiuqi said: "If you look for any commercial street, you can see several street painters. Within twenty minutes, you can earn 15 pounds by painting a portrait for a passerby. Lu Mingyuan, if you fall to that point...

"

Lu Mingyuan didn't care: "Oh, if I get to that point, you come to the street to find me."

He paused and smiled: "I'll give you a discount."

Lu Mingyuan stood outside the coffee table, upright and elegant - but what Su Qiao cared about more was that it was the first time she saw him smile.

Although he smiles badly.

Jiang Xiuqi broke up with him on bad terms.

Su Qiao was the only one who saw the guests off.

There were few people outside the door, and the shade of trees covered the courtyard. Jiang Xiuqi, carrying his briefcase, looked at Su Qiao: "I don't know what to call you yet? You are my cousin's girlfriend, right?"

He said for no reason: "Thank you for your hard work."

When Su Qiao came in today, Jiang Xiuqi had already misunderstood. Lu Mingyuan had every chance to explain, but he didn't want to. After all, he was probably unwilling to reveal the information about his father.

Su Qiao made the mistake and said: "It's okay, it's not hard..."

She told a harmless lie: "Lu Mingyuan often calls me Xiao Qiao."

Jiang Xiuqi raised his eyebrows, somewhat in disbelief.

As an elder, he casually said: "You are studying law, are you still in college?"

"I am twenty-three years old this year," Su Qiao introduced herself, "I have graduated for a year."

Jiang Xiuqi said to himself: "Well, he is twenty-four, so you are a good match."

He did not forget his mission, and made a subtle aside: "It is difficult to become famous when you are young. You should also consider the future."

Su Qiao pondered what he meant and replied with a smile: "Giovanni completed "Apollo and Daphne" at the age of 24, and Michelangelo made "Pietata" at the age of 24. You know, he must be better than me.

many."

She looked at the church in the distance: "God is willing to give you food. No matter which way you go, the result will be the same."

Jiang Xiuqi was silent. After a while, he finally left.

Su Qiao watched him leave.

When she returned the same way, she saw Lu Mingyuan standing at the door - he heard all the conversation just now, and naturally said: "Xiao Qiao."

Su Qiao said: "What did you say?"

"Xiao Qiao," he read again, "I'm calling you."

It is true that he only regarded the name as a code name.
Chapter completed!