Chapter 62 I'm allergic to art...?!
When Han Zhou finished eating the famous specialties of the Bear Country, the Bear sausage and black bread, he wanted to find a bucket of instant noodles to soak up the noodles.
Fortunately, the borscht was good.
At this time, Wang Xiya changed into a new set of clothes, and then took out a new set of clothes: "Let's go, go out and play, wear this."
Han Zhou looked at the big coat in Wang Xiya's hand, and then looked at his own coat hanging at the door.
The coat hanging at the door was bought by An Lan overnight. There was also a dress in Han Zhou's suitcase.
It is obvious that Wang Xiya bought this set because the tag is still on it.
Han Zhou was puzzled: " It's so cold , where can we go to play?"
"So the Mosco people don't go out during the whole winter?"
Wang Xiya pointed out the window and said, "Don't you think that only the harsh winter in Mosko is the real Mosko?"
Han Zhou sighed that if the Germans and French people had this awareness, they would not have been defeated.
Han Zhou stood up, took the clothes, tore off the tag and threw it into the trash can.
Han Zhou didn't want to look at the tag, but he couldn't afford it even if he did.
Because I had foolishly looked at the tags of the two coats An Lan bought this morning.
Wang Xiya held up the coat's shoulder and helped Han Zhou put it on.
Wang Chuyang quickly finished the pickled fat meat that Han Zhou found a bit disgusting, and asked excitedly: "Where are we going to play?"
Wang Xiya: "Go play somewhere else."
"Okay, I'm leaving." Wang Chuyang sat back and continued eating black bread.
It seems these dishes are very much to his taste.
Han Zhou got dressed and prepared to go out.
Wang Xiya took out a pair of leather boots from her room and said, "Wear this pair with this coat, it will look good."
Han Zhou had no choice but to put on new shoes.
Then, under Wang Chuyang's gaze, the two people went out.
As soon as the two left, Wang Chuyang took out his mobile phone and started searching for the address of the foreign horse.
After searching the address, Wang Chuyang urgently called the driver.
The driver from the Bear Country saluted and said, "The boss said that I can't take you to a place where there are more than three women."
Wang Chuyang: “…”
"Then let's go to Red Square."
Driver: "There are more than 3,000 women in that place."
Wang Chuyang: “…”
"So what can I visit? The Mosco Male Keto Bar?"
driver:"……"
"You can go anywhere you want, and I won't be blamed for it."
As expected of a driver and translator from the Bear Country, his accent sounds like he learned it from Northeast China.
Wang Chuyang chuckled: "Then tell me, where is the most fun thing to do!"
…
Chediakov Gallery.
The car stopped, and Wang Xiya confirmed with the driver again and again: "Are you sure that we can enter this place without queuing? That is, buy the VIP ticket that allows you to enter without queuing?"
Driver: “Sure!”
Han Zhou took a quick look at the long line outside the gallery and it didn't look like one could get in without queuing.
At this time of year, even though it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, it was already getting dark in Mosco.
There are still a lot of people queuing here.
Wang Xiya introduced: "This gallery is a collection of paintings by a businessman named Chediakov with his own personal power. It contains paintings by famous people and period paintings from all stages of the art history of the Bear Country."
“There are also some paintings by famous European painters from France, Germany and other countries.”
"Generally speaking, it takes at least three hours to complete the tour here."
"let's go."
At this time, the driver was already greeting us.
A strong and sturdy man and a thin and short middle-aged man trotted over together.
The bodyguard in the car behind immediately stood in front of Han Zhou and Wang Xiya.
Then I saw the driver communicating with the two of them.
Soon, the burly man nodded and said it was okay.
Driver: "Boss, just follow them. You don't have to queue."
Han Zhou: "Really? No need to queue?"
Wang Xiya looked at the long line at the door and said, "Don't be surprised by anything that happens in Bear Country. Sixty percent of the police in the entire Desert are driving police cars as taxis during working hours."
Han Zhou: “6”
Soon, two locals, one tall and one short, walked in with Han Zhou, Wang Xiya and two bodyguards.
Among the people queuing, some people were shouting and cursing.
Although Han Zhou didn't understand what was being said, he could understand the emotion behind it.
It seems that the other party is very unhappy.
Wang Xiya was also stunned.
Is there no such thing as a VIP ticket that allows you to enter without queuing?
At this time, the short local man was cursing at the people in the queue with an unimaginably loud voice.
Someone in the queue was cursing loudly again.
Then the short local man cursed back even louder.
The tall man smiled and said, "You guys can just cut in line. If anyone scolds you, he will scold you back."
"Someone wanted to do it, so I took him to the hospital."
Han Zhou: “…”
Wang Xiya: “6”
Han Zhou was very curious: "Is this a special profession in your country?"
What kind of scene have I not seen? (cross it out)
I have never seen such a scene.
I have seen people queuing on behalf of others, I have seen people scalping tickets, but I have never seen anyone helping others cut in line.
The fee is not much, about three hundred yuan in Chinese yuan, and it also includes the original ticket of the real ticket.
The ticket itself is 800 rubles, which is about 100 yuan at the current exchange rate.
The two men only made a profit of about a hundred yuan, but in the Bear Country, this money can be spent as much as fifty yuan, after all, the prices of survival supplies are cheap.
Of course, don't buy fruits and vegetables or anything like that.
While trying to cut in line at the door, Wang Xiya kept her head down.
Han Zhou was chatting with the tall man.
It turns out that this is not a unique profession in the Bear Country.
This is the advanced experience that the tall guy learned from Italy.
I heard from my colleagues in Italy that braised chicken originated in France.
Big guy: "We like to learn from the advanced experience of Europeans."
"Some time ago, a Chinese person came to us to learn the whole process. I think you will be able to see my apprentice in the Magic City Amusement Park soon. I'll leave you a phone number so you don't have to queue up when you go to the Magic City Amusement Park."
Wang Xiya lowered her head and translated. At this point, she answered for Han Zhou: "No need. Let's go in quickly."
I don't have to queue up to go to the Magic City Amusement Park...
The key is that we can’t afford to lose this person in our country.
Only after entering the museum did Wang Xiya have the nerve to raise her head.
The driver is so unreliable!
Just imagine, Wang Xiya, who holds assets worth tens of billions of dollars, cuts in line at an art exhibition. How embarrassing would it be if this got out?
But at the beginning the driver said that VIPs don’t have to queue.
Han Zhou looked at the painting happily: "Don't you want to see the painting? Come on?"
The weather was cold to begin with, and after encountering such an embarrassing thing, Wang Xiya's face was flushed like a ripe red apple.
Looking up at the painting, Wang Xiya began to introduce it: "This painting was created by a famous painter from the Bear Country in the 18th century. At that time, Impressionism was very popular in Europe, and finally after the German Art Exhibition, it also caused a wide-ranging sensation in the Bear Country."
"This is a painting by Asani, the most famous impressionist painter from the Bear Country at the time."
"But this is not the peak of impressionism in the bear country. Nearly a hundred years later, the Mongolian painter Batuo's "Sailing Boat" represented the peak of post-impressionism."
sailboat?
At this moment, more than seven hundred paintings of sailboats flashed through Han Zhou's mind.
Han Zhou thought that was all.
Next, ancient poems and articles about ships came flooding in, such as "A thousand ships pass by the side of the sunken boat, and ten thousand trees bloom in front of the dead tree."
That was not bad, because then, novels related to it popped up one after another.
Then came the songs.
When movies like "Life of Pi", "Pirates of the Caribbean" and "Hero Zheng Chenggong" also popped up, Han Zhou's face turned unhappy.
Wang Xiya didn't notice Han Zhou was so upset, and continued to introduce: "This is Andrei Skriver's self-portrait..."
Han Zhou felt unwell.
After looking at several paintings in a row, Wang Xiya said: "I don't know about this painting. What do you think this painting means?"
At this time, Han Zhou's face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Wang Xiya panicked: "Han Zhou, what's wrong with you?"
She stroked Han Zhou's forehead with her small hand, and then put the back of her hand against Han Zhou's forehead: "You don't have a fever?"
"Have you caught a cold? A cold?"
Han Zhou bared his teeth with difficulty and forced a smile: "I feel... I am allergic to art..."
"Hurry up and run away...if you keep watching, you'll be hanging here..."
Paintings are often not about depicting a specific existing object.
Instead, the commonalities of this category of objects are extracted and then painted ambiguously.
This can give people many different feelings, and everyone will have different feelings when watching it.
When Han Zhou saw these things, it was like he had found a master key that could open his mind.
Any memory partition can be opened indiscriminately.
Wang Xiya supported Han Zhou and turned to walk out.
No matter how beautiful the painting was, no matter how much Wang Xiya wanted to see the original painting, she didn't want to stay for even a second.
Even with a slightly crying tone: "What's wrong with you?"
"Can you go?"
"I carry you?"
Han Zhou shook his head, indicating that he was leaving.
Han Zhou walked with difficulty and leaned on Wang Xiya.
Wang Xiya walked out holding Han Zhou's arm.
Feeling the softness of the arm, Han Zhou felt much better.
The moment he walked out the door, Han Zhou felt that his thinking ability had recovered a lot.
This thing, is it unbearable to watch?
Wouldn’t I become the great director in “Personal Tailor”?
I wanted Ya, but Ya was poisoned.
The moment he walked out the door, Han Zhou let out a long sigh: "Okay."
Wang Xiya: “???”
"What……?"
Wang Xiya hugged Han Zhou's arm, looked up, a little surprised and at a loss.
alright?
It looks like the symptoms have really disappeared!
"Shall we go to the hospital for a checkup?"
"That's great." Han Zhou: "Look, I'm fine now."
Wang Xiya looked over and saw that Han Zhou's face had returned to its rosy color.
Han Zhou looked down and saw a tear falling from the corner of Wang Xiya's eye.
This silly boss, why is he still crying?
“That’s great.”
Wang Xiya reached out and touched Han Zhou's forehead, then pinched his neck and ears, and then lay on Han Zhou's chest: "Don't talk, let me listen to your heartbeat."
"It might be a heart rhythm disorder."
After various confirmations, Wang Xiya was sure that Han Zhou was fine.
It was dark outside and snowing.
Under the dim street lights, there is a bench where you can hide from the snow.
Wang Xiya: "Don't go back to the car yet, get some fresh air, it might be because you have trouble breathing."
When they got to the bench, Wang Xiya helped Han Zhou sit down. Han Zhou sat down with a normal look on his face: "I'm fine."
Wang Xiya was so frightened that she hadn't come to her senses yet. She leaned over to look carefully at Han Zhou's pupils.
Wang Xiya wanted to see if Han Zhou's pupils showed any signs of dilation.
But in Han Zhou's pupils, he could only see his own blurry reflection.
When Han Zhou looked into Wang Xiya's eyes, he saw misty tears.
"It's really okay. Please sit for a while." Han Zhou pulled Wang Xiya to sit down.
Wang Xiya sat close to Han Zhou, and only then did she realize that she was still holding Han Zhou's hand tightly.
Fingers clasped together.
The two of them sat quietly. Wang Xiya felt the coldness of her legs touching the bench, and she subconsciously curled up her legs.
Han Zhou subconsciously raised his hand and hugged Wang Xiya's legs to his own legs: "It's over."
"Is this Ya poisoning?"
"I will say goodbye to this kind of high-end art in my lifetime."
Wang Xiya, however, didn't understand what he heard.
What is elegance poisoning?
"Ah? There is...this kind of disease?"
"How to treat it?"
Wang Xiya thought of a possibility and blushed: "Do we have to rely on vulgarity to cure elegance?"
"Then... I'll help you find one, jump... jump out... uh..."
Han Zhou laughed: "You really don't treat the little sister from the Bear Country as a human being. Where can I find a stripper in this winter?"
"Forget it. I can't see the art exhibition, and I guess the art museum is also difficult to see."
Wang Xiya flicked off a few large snowflakes on Han Zhou's head with her slender fingers: " Is it cold?"
“Somewhat.”
Wang Xiya: "Let's go to a place where we can get some fresh air."
On the outskirts of the city, on the Yenisei River, the two saw warriors swimming in an ice hole with torches.
To be precise, I went down to soak in it.
The young lady went downstairs in her swimsuit.
Han Zhou's eyes widened.
Wang Xiya tried to pinch Han Zhou's waist, but unfortunately he was wearing too many clothes and couldn't reach him.
Except for the brief glimpse of the young lady entering the water, the surroundings were extremely quiet.
It was snowing in the city, but outside the city one could vaguely see the stars.
Wang Xiya was hit by a snowball while she was in a daze, and then she heard Han Zhou’s laughter: “Hahahaha!”
It seems that everything is fine now? Wang Xiya finally put her worries aside and made a snowball.
Of course, it missed.
"You are not allowed to hide!" Wang Xiya snorted.
Han Zhou: "If you don't hide, wouldn't you be a fool?"
Several bodyguards stood far away, with frozen hands and feet, watching the two people playing in the snow.
"What's so fun about this? We have plenty of snow over there."
Another bodyguard said: "Boss and her boyfriend, are they playing in the snow? It's love!"
"Of course you, a single guy, don't think snow is fun."
…
In the morning, Han Zhou faced a huge choice.
There were two dresses in the box, one marked as a dress for the award ceremony, and the other marked as a dress for the cocktail party.
They were all bought by An Lan.
At this time, Wang Xiya had a dress in her left hand and another dress in her right hand.
He looked at himself with expectant eyes.
Han Zhou didn't know how to choose.
Finally, Han Zhou took out the dress jacket that An Lan had prepared for him to wear at the awards ceremony.
He then took the trousers of the dress from Wang Xiya's right hand.
Black vertical striped bright colored trousers.
A dark purple collar with a pattern and a gray-black matte top.
Any fashion guru who sees him would shout 666.
Just when Han Zhou was about to change himself.
Wang Xiya had already taken the suit jacket.
Han Zhou could only let Wang Xiya help him put on his clothes.
After putting it on, Wang Xiya carefully adjusted the details of the suit.
Han Zhou lowered his head to look at the serious Wang Xiya, and suddenly saw Wang Xiya looking up, and a pair of red lips pressed against him.
"Brother Han, have you seen my sister..." Wang Chuyang walked to the door, was stunned for a second, and silently closed the door.
