Lu Mingyuan looked back and saw Su Qiao's other hand pulling a long, fat fish. She pulled the rope holding the fish and asked him gently amidst the noise: "You know

What kind of fish is this? It’s the first time I’ve seen it...I really want to eat it.”

Lu Mingyuan didn't know how to translate.

He only said an English name.

Su Qiao seemed to understand.

Lu Mingyuan closed the lid of the yogurt in his hand, spread out the newspaper, and heard Su Qiao ask: "What are you going to do?"

"Use newspapers..." Lu Mingyuan replied matter-of-factly, "Haven't you seen it? Using newspapers to reel in fish."

I have never seen Su Qiao before.

She asked carefully and repeated: "Rolling fish?"

Lu Mingyuan showed up to demonstrate: "Buy fish at the market, and then roll the fish up." He wrapped the fish in a newspaper and wetted the paper with a little water stain, showing the shape of the fish body.

Su Qiao smiled and thought to herself: So cute.

Lu Mingyuan couldn't hear her praise. He pressed the newspaper tightly and commented: "It won't leak. You can put it in your bag."

Su Qiao looked at his side face and felt a little relieved in her heart.

Even though Lu Mingyuan had a bad attitude, he still took Su Qiao in, acted as her guide, and now taught her how to "roll fish". It was not in vain that Su Qiao spent a lot of money to help Lu Mingyuan get the best exhibition hall in the gallery.

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——A few days later, Jiang Xiuqi personally brought this big news.

As always, he visited the house, but the time was in the morning, and Lu Mingyuan hadn't gotten up yet.

Lu Mingyuan was bedridden, and Jiang Xiuqi hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

He sat in the living room with a stack of documents and muttered: "It's half past ten and Lu Mingyuan still hasn't gotten up. He has no sense of time at all. If he becomes famous in the future, will he refuse to see guests in the morning?"

Jiang Xiuqi's words were meant for Su Qiao.

After all, in Jiang Xiuqi's opinion, Su Qiao is his cousin's girlfriend. The cousin doesn't take soft and hard advice, and doesn't take in oil and salt, while his sister-in-law is quite sensible.

Su Qiao did understand the pronunciation of Jiang Xiuqi's words.

To avoid exposing her secret, she walked to the bedroom and opened Lu Mingyuan's door.

His bedroom was clean and tidy, with the two curtains drawn tightly. It was another cloudy day today, and not even a hint of light came through. Lu Mingyuan was lying on his side on the bed, covered with a dark gray down quilt. When he heard Su Qiao come in, he

He didn't even get up to greet the guests.

Su Qiao was inexplicably reminded of Sleeping Beauty.

Although she saw the dumbbells at the foot of the bed and the row of sharp knives on the table.

After locking the door, Su Qiao said: "Your cousin is here and he is urging you to get up."

"I'm getting up." Lu Mingyuan replied.

Unless he was in a bad mood, he would sleep eleven hours a day. No one except Jiang Xiuqi blamed him for staying in bed.

There was a sketch of an oil painting placed at the foot of the bed. He stretched out a hand and fiddled with the frame. Then he pulled his shirt and sat up from the bed. Only then did Su Qiao realize that Lu Mingyuan was not wearing a shirt.

The quilt was wrapped around his body, and she saw the light. His bare shoulders and arms had smooth lines that made people stop.

Lu Mingyuan reminded: "You stand in another direction."

Su Qiao immediately turned around and turned her back to him.

He quickly got dressed. He walked past her, opened the door, and walked to the living room.

Jiang Xiuqi had already finished a cup of coffee. Seeing that Lu Mingyuan was late, Jiang Xiuqi got straight to the point and said: "In the past few nights, you should prepare more for the art exhibition and don't be busy with anything else."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Su Qiao.

Su Qiao knocked on the door.

Lu Mingyuan himself also explained: "Every night, I draw line drawings and there are still unfinished drafts."

"That's good," Jiang Xiuqi put his hands on his knees and faced Lu Mingyuan, "the company spent a lot of money to prepare an exhibition for you and four other authors. Now another employer has taken a fancy to you, and his

The pricing is much higher than our company..."

Jiang Xiuqi said sincerely: "Lu Mingyuan, I have to admit that you are very lucky."

Lu Mingyuan's painting exhibition will be held in just one week.

The gallery is located in District 1 of London, adjacent to the Thames River and on a major traffic road. The exhibition is held on Saturday - the organizers hope to attract as many visitors as possible.

Staff members distributed flyers a few days in advance, and posters were replaced on nearby publicity boards. The boss behind the scenes used money and connections to build a broad road for Lu Mingyuan.

Jiang Xiuqi was filled with emotion: "Lu Mingyuan, which wealthy businessman have you met? I asked the companies I worked with before, but they didn't know anything about it."

Lu Mingyuan didn't know either.

There was still half an hour before the exhibition started, and Lu Mingyuan and Su Qiao arrived together. The entire exhibition hall had been prepared, and the chandeliers illuminated the room brightly. In the center of the main hall was an ingeniously crafted statue, which carved a galloping horse.

There is also a man holding a sword on the horse.

Su Qiao took a step closer and studied the horse's mane carefully. She was surprised to find that the texture was so delicate that it could almost look real.

But at the same time, she also thought with lingering fear - does this mean that Lu Mingyuan has strong observation skills, is good at all kinds of knives, and is familiar with the structure of the human body.

She couldn't help but think for a while.

On the other side, Lu Mingyuan was talking to Jiang Xiuqi.

Lu Mingyuan said: "Investors can be found through the exhibition hall. Thirty percent of the proceeds from the venue belong to the brokerage company. I have no other requirements. I just want to know the name of the investor."

"This is difficult to handle," Jiang Xiuqi replied, "I told you, that investor values ​​you very much. He paid a lot of money to buy this exhibition hall and only let you use it..."

In Jiang Xiuqi's social circle, there are many rich people from well-off families. They spend a lot of money, live a leisurely life, and each have their own preferences and hobbies. In Jiang Xiuqi's view, the boss behind Lu Mingyuan's sponsorship must be these rich people.

one of them.

Perhaps because throwing money at an unknown artist is not a decent thing in the industry, the rich man chose to remain anonymous and refused to disclose any private information.

After Jiang Xiuqi sorted out the cause and effect, he began to comfort Lu Mingyuan: "The contract he signed included a confidentiality clause. You and I can't find out even if we want to find out."

Security was in place in the exhibition hall, and staff in black suits were walking back and forth, with whispers everywhere. Many employees knew that Lu Mingyuan was the creator of these artworks, and gave him a friendly smile when passing by him.

Lu Mingyuan was not used to attending formal occasions as a host.

He said: "After the exhibition started, I went to the bar. Jiang Xiuqi, I leave this place to you."

Before Jiang Xiuqi said anything, Su Qiao came closer and asked, "Why? You are the author, Lu Mingyuan, why don't you join us in the exhibition?"

Lu Mingyuan thought for a while and insisted: "I think what they should focus on is the work, not me."

Su Qiao smiled: "What a pity. I heard from Lin Hao that he brought a few lovely girls with him to see you..."

She seemed to mean a lot.

When Jiang Xiuqi heard this, his expression moved slightly.

He clasped his hands and, as a person who had come before, said insinuatingly: "Lu Mingyuan, my brother has a few words to say to you."

Such an opening statement means that what follows will be extremely serious and annoying. Lu Mingyuan is not inexperienced. But he still turned his face and met Jiang Xiuqi's eyes: "Well, what are you talking about? There are still ten minutes, the audience

Just entered the venue.”

Jiang Xiuqi smiled and said: "I received a call from my aunt the day before yesterday. She asked me how you were doing recently. I said you were doing well and finally got a girlfriend, and my aunt was very happy..."

Jiang Xiuqi's aunt is naturally Lu Mingyuan's mother.

A few of them stood at the corner of the exhibition hall, next to the oil painting wrapped in a gold frame.

The crystal wall lights have a soft glow, illuminating the richly colored brushstrokes, exquisite compositions, and lifelike scenery.

In such an art showroom, Jiang Xiuqi slowed down his tone and said earnestly: "Lu Mingyuan, aunt asked you to take Xiao Qiao back to China and meet your parents as soon as possible. You know your temper well. It's not easy to meet you."

Once you find the right one, it’s time to make plans for the future.”

For the first time in his life, Lu Mingyuan had nothing to say in front of his cousin.

Su Qiao couldn't help laughing.

She expected that Jiang Xiuqi was reassuring because of the "cute girl" mentioned just now. Regardless of whether this matter was true or not, Su Qiao felt that Jiang Xiuqi, as a cousin, was indeed dedicated.

After a few minutes, the exhibition started.

Lu Mingyuan's exhibition area is located in Hall 1, which is a prime location, attracting the largest number of visitors and astonishing a group of tourists.

Due to the good early publicity and many paintings that had never been exposed, Lu Mingyuan was suddenly placed in the spotlight. Many people could not find adjectives and could only praise him as a "genius born out of nowhere."

But he himself was not present.

He went to the bar opposite and bought a bottle of beer.

Su Qiao originally wanted to follow him, but when she passed Hall No. 1, she stopped in her tracks.

She was too careless and bumped into two acquaintances.

They were a well-spoken mother and daughter with outstanding temperament.

The floor was paved with off-white marble tiles, with beautiful shapes, like cornflowers in bloom. The mother and daughter stood in the middle of the flowers and greeted her: "Hey, Xiao Qiao? Why are you in London too?"
To be continued...