Ni Guangli's program was recorded, not live, so Ni Bingyan still doesn't know that her father is causing trouble behind her back again, and is still happily participating in the suspense-themed reading salon organized by Victor Modiano. .
Fifteen minutes before the appointed time, the two arrived at the appointed place. As soon as they entered the door, Alan greeted them.
The three of them had just said a few words when Victor came over with two books.
I gave one to Wei Shujie and another to Ni Bingyan.
"Two elegant ladies, this is a collection of short stories I just published for you. By the way, tonight's theme is one of the stories~"
A reading-themed salon naturally has something to read, so it was perfect for Victor to bring out his newly published collection.
After all, taking the trouble to organize this kind of event not only allows you to have fun and connect with friends, but also expands your influence.
Otherwise, why would he come to Fashion Week with a family and a screenwriter?
Ni Bingyan took it and saw that it was a French version. He knew that it might not be easy to buy it in China. He opened the title page and saw Mr. Modiano's signature and message on the title page. He immediately looked at him in surprise:
"Mr. Modiano, I'm so happy! I really like this gift!"
Wei Shujie did not speak French, and he was a friend brought by Ni Bingyan. He was unknown to everyone, so he simply said hello in English and stood aside with a smile.
Victor exchanged polite words with her, then his eyes fell on Ni Bingyan.
"It's my pleasure, Miss Ni!"
For any sane writer, when he has a die-hard fan in front of him, his eyes should not fall anywhere else.
He is very tall, at least 1.9 meters tall, with a very imposing build, but his smile is quite amiable.
Ni Bingyan held the book in his arms and touched the spine with his fingers. He wished he could find a place to sit down immediately and take a sneak peek!
Victor was very satisfied with her reaction and nodded with a smile:
"Hope you guys have a great night!"
Seeing another person coming to the door, Victor was about to say "Excuse me" and leave when he saw Ni Bingyan take out a long box from his handbag.
"This is a painting I drew with my own hands. I'm careful. Please don't dislike it."
No matter which country you are in, when you receive an invitation to a party, it is appropriate etiquette to give a small gift.
Wei Shujie came with her, so there was no need to prepare anything else.
When French people are invited to a party, they are accustomed to giving flowers and wine to the host. It is not easy to stand out from the crowd and impress these big shots.
Victor was a little surprised to see such a special gift, but he still took it.
The French open gifts on the spot when they receive them. As a gentleman, in this case, even if he wants to greet other guests, he will open the gifts first and then leave.
After opening the box and untying the ribbon, Victor, with the help of Ni Bingyan, gently unfolded the scroll in his hand and saw an extremely beautiful painting revealed in front of him.
This painting is not big. It depicts a corner of the courtyard with roses in bloom, where a little puppy is flapping butterflies.
"Wow!"
Tonight's reading salon is not large in scale and is held in a small reception room in the hotel.
The reception room is only a few dozen square meters, like a comfortable living room, with several groups of soft sofas.
When Ni Bingyan and the others arrived, several people had already arrived early and were chatting in twos and threes. When they heard Victor exclaiming, they immediately gathered around.
Most French people like such artistic but romantic and interesting gifts.
When Ni Bingyan went abroad, he got Sang Yuan's advice and brought several paintings he had painted with him in case of emergency.
Seeing that he was really happy, he immediately introduced with a smile:
"This is my dog. His name is Wangcai. In May this year, he was only a little bit bigger. He was so, so, so cute! I saw him flapping butterflies by the window. I thought this scene was particularly interesting, so I drew it. Come down."
Ni Bingyan is very fluent in French. It was the first time for Wei Shujie to see her communicating with foreigners, and everyone on the sidelines was stunned.
But she didn't show it, she just smiled as if she had everything under control.
"Prosperous wealth?"
Victor's Chinese pronunciation is not standard at all, but the confusion on his face can be understood with just one glance.
Others were still carefully circulating the painting. Ni Bingyan smiled sheepishly, shamelessly and confidently gave Wangcai an English name: "It means treasure."
"Oh! Such a cute little guy is indeed a treasure! You must love it so much!"
"Yes. I drew a lot of pictures for it. Because someone accidentally saw it, I finally had to publish a picture book. Hey! It is said to be very popular. Unfortunately, I am not good at this."
"Really? Maybe you can send me a set, and I will ask my international publisher for you. If it can be published in other countries, more people can appreciate your paintings."
"Of course you can! I will contact my friends later and send it to you. I don't know where to send it?"
Victor wants one, Alan wants another, and the others...
Ni Bingyan looked around. Since he already knew him, he had no choice but to give it as a gift. It would be better to be more generous!
However, it seems very utilitarian to send them next to each other, so it would be better to send more to Victor and ask him to help pass them on.
Victor took out a piece of paper and wrote her the address.
The two discussed it again, and the painting returned to Victor's hands.
He was very artistic and experienced in oil painting appreciation, but he didn’t know much about Chinese painting. He was surprised to see it, so he took the initiative to ask:
"Ni, what tool did you use to draw such beautiful lines?"
Ni Bingyan opened the photo album on her phone and showed him the photos.
"This is a writing brush. A traditional Chinese writing instrument, an amazing handicraft. It is made of hair, bamboo tubes, etc. and goes through multiple processes to make it."
After getting to know the brushes and seeing the exquisite brush washers, inkstones and other items in the photos, Victor was so curious that he naturally wanted to ask about them.
Ni Bingyan immediately enthusiastically promoted science to him and his friends.
To carry forward traditional culture, the sense of responsibility engraved in the bones of Descendants of the Dragon immediately broke out.
Ten minutes later, Victor looked at her with bright eyes: "Ni! You are such a genius! You can do such a difficult thing! This is real art!"
Modesty is not popular abroad, so Ni Bingyan followed the local customs, smiled and nodded without shame.
"I am indeed very talented in this area, but while I am talented, I am also very diligent. When I was a little girl, I began to learn how to draw a good painting day after day."
"Wow~ This is such an amazing treasure girl!"
There was a fashion designer from the Netherlands present, who also likes to draw. When I saw this painting of Ni Bingyan, I couldn't help but praise it in my hometown dialect.
Not to mention the technical issues, the dynamic spirit in the painting is something that ordinary painters cannot paint.
When Ni Bingyan heard someone complimenting her, she immediately turned her head, smiled at the person, and thanked her in Dutch:
"Thank you for the compliment, ma'am, I'm honored."
"Wow~ Baby, you can actually speak Dutch?"
The designer works in New York and can only communicate with people in English most of the time. It is rare to meet someone who can speak Dutch, which is quite exciting.
Ni Bingyan waved her hand in embarrassment: "Sorry ma'am, I just learned German a little bit and am not proficient in it. If you write me an email in Dutch, I may need a dictionary to understand it."
"Hahaha!"
The lady immediately took out her mobile phone and asked for her contact information: "Then I will remember to use simpler words when contacting you."
There was a Dutch person on the address book, and then a director from Germany popped up, wanting to see if she could really speak German.
That kind of excitement is the same as when Chinese people meet people from other provinces and always want them to speak a few words in dialect.
Ni Bingyan was very excited.
How can listening to the radio at home to learn spoken English be better than having a ready-made sparring partner?
Others were excited too.
I didn’t expect that a little girl from the East could be so talented!
Must get to know each other!
Victor's friends came one after another. After a simple meal of steak salad, whoever had the brightest idea actually went to find a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstones, spread rice paper on Ni Bingyan's inkstones, and waited for her to draw!
Different from being reserved and low-key at home, when Ni Bingyan went abroad, he felt as if a seal had been released. If he could show his full ability, he would never hold back and only show his eight points.
If it weren't for the fact that the ring, which signified that the famous woman was married, was not firmly worn, Wei Shujie suspected that the two bachelors and the lady whose sexual orientation was questionable would have confessed their love on the spot.
Ni Bingyan didn't want to draw. After all, today is a reading salon led by Mr. Victor. It is not a good thing to dominate the guests.
As a result, Victor was more enthusiastic than the others and kept begging her to draw faster, preferably to draw today's party.
The magical oriental painting technique can capture a person vividly on paper with just a few strokes.
It's obviously very abstract, but anyone with a discerning eye can tell who is who.
He is also a god!
A group of foreigners happily circled around Ni Bingyan, fearing that they were not included in the painting and had even forgotten the theme of the evening.
Listening to the chirping in his ears, Ni Bingyan felt a headache.
When Leonardo da Vinci painted "The Last Supper", the people eating the dinner were definitely not making noise around him, which is really enviable!
Wei Shujie took a deep breath, took another sip of the wine Mr. Writer had collected, and then rubbed his cheeks to restore his smile.
This night, her face was numb from laughter.
The artist is so good that she thinks she can retire early.
Just as I was thinking this, my phone rang.
What jumped on the screen were connection requests from within the country and across time zones.
Biquge
