Chapter 3

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

Su Qiao dragged her suitcase and took the lead in breaking the silence: "Hello, I am..."

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

Su Qiao walked to the sofa, took the business card with both hands, looked carefully, and confirmed that his name was Jiang Xiuqi, who worked in the agency.

The relationship between Jiang Xiuqi and Lu Mingyuan is not just cousins. Lu Mingyuan is the creator, and Jiang Xiuqi is the driving force behind the scenes - no matter where he is, he must rely on marketing and promotion to become famous.

Without the public exposure, no matter how good the work is, it is easy to be depressed. Su Qiao knows this truth well.

Lu Mingyuan's idea is different from hers.

He carried a thermos and brewed himself a cup of tea.

The tea leaves floated and rolled, and a hint of heat came out of the mouth of the cup. He stood by the wall with his cup, looked at Su Qiao's suitcase, and changed the topic: "You have brought all the boxes back, you have to think about it very well. If you still lack things, go north at the door and walk ten minutes to a small supermarket."

Lu Mingyuan's words are quite thoughtful.

But he then said, "Buy whatever you want."

While talking to her, he opened the curtains, and the light and shadow fell on the oil paintings, shaking gently with the wind.

Unlike Jiang Xiuqi, who was wearing suits and ties, Lu Mingyuan dressed casually. On the surface, his words and deeds were casual and not rigorous at all. However, his works were meticulous and realistic, like natural scenery stained with pigments.

In addition to landscape painting, he is also good at statues.

Especially the statues surrounding the cloak or floating in the hem of the clothes, because he prefers to sculpt the details than the characters themselves. Marble has become clothing and accessories in his hands, full of lifelike flow.

Unfortunately, there is never a shortage of geniuses in big cities.

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

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

It's not his fault.

The girls all lived at home. There was no other possibility except for their girlfriends who lived together. Jiang Xiuqi thought so.

So he persuaded: "Kevin, if you want to do an exhibition, the company will arrange opportunities for you, and the time and place are the best choices. You don't want fame and fortune, yes, I don't object. But now, you have to consider your family..."

Lu Mingyuan put down the teacup.

He sat on the other side of the sofa.

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

"It doesn't make much sense to just say that there are a few people," 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 files has at least twenty pages.

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

Before Lu Mingyuan could make a sound, Su Qiao bent down and approached.

She said: "Mr. Jiang, I am a law student. 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 gaps 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 very nice, like rose petals in the sun.

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

Su Qiao picked up the document and attached it to his ear and said, "Do you want to do a personal exhibition in this gallery? But there are five painters participating, and each of them must have a clear price and hang it on the wall. After paying, the guests can directly take the painting."

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

It seemed to have a subtle illusion that Su Qiao's rosy lips were about to touch the tip of his ears.

And he was indifferent.

The illusory illusion was only 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 continued, "But there are still many people who can't even grab the opportunity to him."

He held the cup with both hands, smiling: "Every university's art school has graduates. How many people can they call their names? Kevin, you have few works, it takes a long time, and you can't open a studio, so you have to look at the reality more."

Reality is usually cold and cruel, full of competition.

In Lu Mingyuan's view, the realistic scenario needs to rely on the environment.

It is like the sacred statues in the monastery will make people feel awe, then they bow their heads, bend down, and worship them. If the statue is placed on the square, countless people will caress, embrace, and even ride on him.

As time goes by, the wind and rain will completely lose its luster and be covered with moss.

Everyone has selfishness. Lu Mingyuan's selfishness lies in that he does not want to downgrade himself.

But Jiang Xiuqi needed him to contribute his paintings.

Jiang Xiuqi continued to point out: "You are twenty-four years old this year and have been graduating from university for three years. Do you have any shocking masterpieces? In your industry, you must get at least one fame and fortune."

Lu Mingyuan probably listened.

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

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

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

Jiang Xiuqi spread his hands and said, "You might as well refuse me immediately. You can still reason with you while I have time."

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. After the rain, the sun was clear, and the light shone on the ground with a clear cloud.

The silence in the room is extending.

Jiang Xiuqi said: "If you find a commercial street, you can see a few street painters. Within twenty minutes, drawing a portrait of passers-by can earn fifteen pounds. Lu Mingyuan, if you fall to that point..."

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

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

Lu Mingyuan stood outside the coffee table, straight and outstanding in temperament - but Su Qiao cared more about it was the first time she saw him smiling. She looked at him intently, holding a pure appreciation attitude.

Although he smiled badly.

Jiang Xiuqi and him parted in disagreement.

Su Qiao is the only one who sent guests out.

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

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

When Su Qiao entered the door today, Jiang Xiuqi had already misunderstood. Lu Mingyuan had a chance to explain, but he didn't want to explain. After all, he probably didn't want to disclose the news about his father.

Su Qiao said in the wrong way: "It's okay, it's not hard..."

She told a lie that was not painful: "Lu Mingyuan often calls me Xiao Qiao."

Jiang Xiu raised his eyebrows, unable to believe it.

As an elder, he casually said, "You are a law student, are you still going to college?"

"I'm twenty-three years old this year," Su Qiao introduced herself, "I've graduated for a year."

Jiang Xiuqi said to himself: "Well, he is twenty-fourth, you are very suitable."

He did not forget his mission and said indirectly: "It is difficult to become famous when you are young, and you must also consider it for the future."

Su Qiao figured out what he meant and replied with a smile: "Govanni completed "Apollo and Daphne" at the age of 24, and Raphael made "Sacred Sadness" at the age of 24. You know, there must be more than me."

She looked at the church in the distance: "God is willing to enjoy food, no matter which way he goes, 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 said again, "I'm calling you."

Of course, he only regards the name as a code name.
Chapter completed!