"Having found a job, how long can you come out so early?" Nie Guangyi gave a simple and crude reason.

"I haven't decided where to go yet." Meng Xinzhi responded calmly.

"I heard what the girl meant, did you get more than one offer?" Nie Guangyi reacted quickly at this moment.

He was sitting now, not moving anywhere but talking.

The IQ has not been pulled below the horizon by muscles.

"Yes, there are some." Meng Xinzhi gave a positive answer.

"Do you want me to tell you, girl?" Nie Guangyi's tone was no longer ridiculing.

However, combined with his previous words and deeds, it was like a provocation after extreme disbelief.

Meng Xinzhi is the kind of girl with relatively stable emotions. Even if she feels offended, she will not get angry like Nie Guangyi.

"They are all museums, and they may not be very good as consultants."

No matter how reluctant he was to admit it, his boyhood was already far away from him.

He didn't want to continue discussing this topic with Meng Xinzhi.

"This is such a stubborn painting. I kept it in my collection for so many years. Finally, it was returned to its original owner and became evidence of my crime." Nie Guangyi laughed at himself.

Even if his reputation is ruined, he can live a good life as long as he never sets foot in Italy again.

"You can't tell from this painting. It was only after this painting that the meaning of the aurora slowly began to take shape. The more you painted, the clearer it became." Meng Xinzhi also took out the second picture she drew.

, put them together and let Nie Guangyi make a comparison.

Sometimes a person's state of mind is just a matter of a moment.

Nie Guangyi found that he could calm down and face reality.

"No, I grew up in museums. There is not one of the 34 museums that condenses human civilization that I have not visited."

It seems that as long as the generations are different, there won't be any entanglements related to love.

It's just a glance, mixed with a touch of expectation, like white clouds wandering in the sky, visible to the naked eye, but extremely inconspicuous, and hardly causing any ripples in people's hearts.

Because the speed is too fast, it breaks away from the gravity of the earth and rushes towards outer space...

Does he lack this award?

Does he need to make a living as an architect?

The trust his mother left to him, which he can use as he wishes when he turns 18, is still sitting in the fund earning interest.

"Aren't there many Forbidden City?" Nie Guangyi started to argue directly.

Meng Xinzhi actually smiled because of such argument: "I asked my dad the same question after hearing this."

Dreams are a luxury only for teenagers.

"There is indeed an essential difference between the first picture of Aurora and the second picture you painted." Nie Guangyi took Meng Xinzhi's first two paintings and began to comment seriously.

After leaving the architectural design field where he has struggled for more than ten years, and away from the media that once paid attention to him, there are only a few people who can really recognize him as soon as they see him and cast a strange look at him.

Genius is originally used to describe young people.

Nie Guangyi was stimulated by this subtle ripple.

The world is always so realistic.

Nie Guangyi's desire to chat just arose, and he immediately ran to the Arctic Circle.

He no longer has to work out crazily every minute and use the absolute exhaustion of his body to stop himself from thinking.

It's not very harmful, but it's very insulting.

Nie Guangyi was kidnapped by Meng Xinzhi's smile. He forgot to argue and his seniority, and began to ask seriously: "Where?"

"My dad said, [The Forbidden City is an exception, but every foreign cultural relic in the Forbidden City has a clear origin. It is not plundering, and there is no theft.]" The smile on Meng Xinzhi's face deepened, "I actually don't know a word of it.

I wrote down this sentence when I fell to the ground, and I can still remember where my father said it to me."

Why can't others see what's in the painting, but he always has a vague feeling, as if there is a building on the water appearing on the paper?

People are always forgetful.

"Then how do you explain my brother?" Nie Guangyi marched forward bravely on the road to improve himself.

"Indeed. At most, it is European civilization." Nie Guangyi wanted to nod in agreement, but finally held back.

Nie Guangyi hated himself for having "advanced" eyes.

"It's right where I lost this painting." Meng Xinzhi took out the [Source of Aurora] from the folder he carried with him.

The Pritzker Prize he once longed for will also be far away from him.

He looked at the time behind the signature of "Miss Happy" and continued to comment: "The history of Western art, from the Florentine School to the Impressionist School, took four hundred years, but it only took four months to open Miss Root.

I returned from Impressionism to the Florentine School."

Nie Guangyi found that his heart was calmer than ever before.

But, what does it matter?

This isn't a big deal.

Meng Xinzhi didn't notice the change in Nie Guangyi's expression, and emphasized it seriously: "It was the day when I went to the Louvre for the first time, lost the painting, and then Mr. Nie picked it up. I seemed to be the same way.

It was because of my father’s words that I became interested in museums.”

"Mr. Nie, can you also see that there is a qualitative leap in the content of these two paintings?" Meng Xinzhi glanced at Nie Guangyi.

He is also not sure whether a stained architect can still have a bright future.

His heart is far more sensitive and delicate than his appearance.

Those who once made people shine because of their amazing talents may be forgotten just because they came in second place.

That painting was picked up by Nie Guangyi and eventually "made" an "Impressionist" painting with the same unexpected appearance as Aurora.

Those who once stood out because of their stunning looks may be forgotten just because they have gained weight.

"There are also some cultural relics obtained from invasion. This may be why Philippe Daverio believes that these museums condense human civilization." Meng Xinzhi added: "When I was very young, my father told me,

There are no foreign cultural relics in our Chinese museums."

When a genius is no longer a genius, it is easier to be forgotten.

"Mr. Nie has also read that condensed book. I did not submit my resume to the 34 museums that Philippe Daverio wrote about. Those are all European museums. It is somewhat far-fetched to say that those museums condensed human civilization."

Meng Xinzhi's expectations for her own "evolution of painting" meant that the fact of his plagiarism was established, and it also meant that he could no longer explain it clearly.

"I can indeed see it. It has been confirmed from the day when Miss Kaigen found the first painting in the Rome studio." Nie Guangyi stood up despite the discomfort, "I have to go to the bathroom to deal with it.

My hemorrhoids will not stain Miss Kaigen’s chair.”

Xuan Shi's home.

Xuan Shi's sofa.
Chapter completed!