Some time always passes quickly without realizing it, especially after Huo Qiran was admitted to graduate school. Because the tutor he followed was very strict, Huo Qiran basically lived a 996 life from the beginning of his graduation. In addition to class, he usually did experiments, built models, read papers, did simulations, analyzed data, etc. in the laboratory. He was so busy that he almost didn’t even have time to rest, and it seemed that he could not even notice the passage of time.

When he arrived at the third year of the 3rd year of the lab, all the same level in the lab began to prepare for job search. Huo Qiran was still the one who stayed in the lab for a long time to take care of his juniors. Because he was preparing to continue his PhD, the lab became the most important place in his life besides home.

Although the daily research work is also very hard and busy, when facing the grand anniversary exhibition of Huaian Painting Hall, Huo Qiran still took time to visit the large-scale art exhibition carefully prepared by Mu Qian.

In order to welcome his busy son, the art exhibition was delayed by Mu Qian for two hours.

When Huo Qiran arrived, there were actually no people on the street.

Because the daytime opening hours of the art exhibition's publicity have passed, there are not many people in the art hall, and most of them are staff members.

Huo Qiran entered the door, greeted everyone one by one, and went upstairs to find Mu Qian.

Mu Qian was sitting in the office and making a phone call. It seemed that it was a long distance. After seeing Huo Qiran, she only made a gesture to him.

Huo Qiran understood and nodded, turning around to see the exhibition first.

Over the past decade, Huaian Painting Hall has long become the leading gallery in Tongcheng and even the country. It has been expanded to the next building based on the original site. The two buildings are connected through an artistic underground corridor, and most of the exhibitions are placed in the next exhibition hall.

Huo Qiran walked along the corridor and visited the paintings on display this time while walking towards the exhibition hall next door.

At this time, there were only a few visitors who accidentally entered the exhibition hall, each visiting them.

Huo Qiran walked around for a few turns and saw a creative area that belonged to Mu Huaian.

This area is full of paintings created by Mu Huaian during his lifetime. Each of them was carefully selected and arranged for exhibition by Mu Qian. The center of them is the official picture of the peony of the prosperous era that is fascinating.

While Huo Qiran was stopping in front of another sketch to admire, he suddenly heard a very light voice coming from behind. It was a female voice who was introducing the picture of the prosperous peony in English to people--

"Legendly, this painter's lifelong creations were graceful and light, and he could only use strong and bold colors when painting peonies, because peonies represent his wife, and that was a symbol of his love for his wife..."

Huo Qiran couldn't help but look back, but he couldn't help but calm down.

There were two figures of a man and a woman standing in front of the picture of the prosperous peony. The man was about forty years old and had golden hair, obviously a foreigner. The woman was very young, wearing casual and simple jeans and a white shirt, with shoulder-length hair behind her ears, revealing her smooth and smooth side face and a smiling eye, warm and soft.

Huo Qiran just felt that he must have read it wrong.

He turned his head and somehow looked down at his palm.

Then, he took the brochure of his other hand and drew a thread on the palm of his hand.

The brochure is made with a very textured texture. When the corners of the palms pass through, a clear sense of pain comes.

Probably not a dream?

If it was a dream, it was probably time to wake up at this moment.

Even if you don’t wake up at this moment, you should wake up at the next moment.

Huo Qiran turned his head again, looked at the two people behind, and shouted softly: "Jingli."

On the other side, someone turned his face.

Under a slightly surprised expression, there was a very familiar face.

After seeing him, his familiar smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he greeted him with a smile: "Hi, Huo Qiran."

The pain in the palm of his hand continued, and the person in front of him was still smiling at him, as if he was still the same as in his memory, but not exactly the same.

A few years have passed, and she seems to have matured and thinner, looking thinner, with only the slightly rounded apple face and the smile on her face, as always, without any change.

Not a dream.

Huo Qiran was stunned for a moment. At that moment, he didn't even know what his expression was on his face or what reaction he should do.

Until Jing Li walked towards him two steps, reached out to sway in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Didn't you call me first? Why don't you recognize me? I haven't changed that much, right?"

Huo Qiran finally came to his senses little by little, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, and finally whispered: "You haven't changed."

"But you have changed." Jing Li looked at him, "You seem to have lost weight, your skin is whiter than before. Are you very busy at work? Do you have no time to exercise?"

Huo Qiran was quiet for a moment, laughed slowly, and did not answer her question, but said, "When will I come back?"

"I arrived two days ago." Jing Li replied with a smile, then remembered something, turned to look at the man behind him, and introduced to him: "Stewart, my college tutor, is also a writer. Stewart, this is my former classmate, Huo Qiran. This gallery is run by his mother, and the painter I just introduced to you is his grandfather."

After hearing this, Stewart reached out and shook hands with Huo Qiran, and praised him: "It's amazing to have the honor to visit this exhibition."

Huo Qiran expressed his gratitude for his praise, and then looked at Jing Li again, "Are you planning to go back to Tongcheng to develop this time?"

After hearing this, Jing Li chuckled and shook her head, saying, "No, I'm just passing by."

“Passing by?”

Jing Li nodded and said, "My mentor Stewart has always longed for China's customs and humanities. His ancestors had been in China for a while. He wanted to create a related work, so he was ready to come and collect the field. As for me, I was temporarily hired as his tour guide and translator... Today I happened to pass by here and found that the art exhibition was still open, so we came in and visited it. I didn't expect that I would meet you."

"If it weren't for a chance, you wouldn't have told me if you went back to Tongcheng?" Huo Qiran said.
Chapter completed!