Lu Wei often passed by this blue-gray three-story building when she was extending her visa or working part-time, but she had never looked at it directly, let alone studied it carefully. If it weren't for these colorful posters that attracted her attention today, Attention, she would never observe anything special about this building.
The blue-gray building was only a few dozen meters away from the station. The bus would arrive in a few minutes, so Lu Wei strolled over.
A large roll-up banner stood in front of the posters, which solemnly introduced the reasons for displaying these posters.
It turns out that they are all works by students of an art academy in Hannover. Today is a free public exhibition day to promote the art academy.
Lu Wei carefully admired the poster and walked unconsciously along the poster into the exhibition hall.
The first thing that caught her eye in the exhibition hall were rows of neatly arranged oil paintings. The sizes of the oil paintings ranged from large to small, and the content of the paintings on them was also varied. Some were still lifes, some were landscapes, some were flowers, and some were grotesque. Geometry. Lu Wei doesn't know much about painting, she only likes Monet's works.
She quickly reached the end of the row of oil paintings. Just when she wanted to look at other contents, she was suddenly attracted by a row of black and white sketches placed at the end of the exhibition hall. She couldn't help but walked over.
These pencil drawings are lifelike and the content is mostly portraits. When Lu Wei stood in front of a painting of a meditating girl, she was shocked by the melancholy and sentimentality in the girl's eyes.
Just when Lu Wei was concentrating on admiring the paintings, a female voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Hello. Do you want to learn painting?"
Dong Qiangqiang now finally knew why Karina asked him about driving priority during class.
Because except for busy road sections and important traffic arteries, some intersections in the suburbs do not have priority signs. At this time, car drivers must abide by the principle of priority for vehicles coming from the right.
But he didn't expect that he would encounter an accident.
His car drove off the highway and drove slowly toward the city center. When passing an intersection with neither traffic lights nor priority signs, Dong Qiangqiang looked to his right and saw no cars approaching. , immediately prepare to speed up and pass the intersection.
At this moment, a black car suddenly rushed out from his left side and drove towards him at lightning speed.
Dong Qiangqiang did not expect that other vehicles would suddenly appear on his left, but after experiencing the Wu Xiaoxi incident, he began to consciously cultivate his emergency response to unexpected situations, so he only panicked for a second and made an immediate judgment. : If he accelerates and goes straight at this time, the car coming from the left is likely to hit his left side.
Before Karina beside him could shout, he had already turned the steering wheel to the right and pressed the brakes firmly.
Just when his car was firmly on the ground, the black car flew past his front like lightning, and he seemed to hear the sound of some electronic dance music.
"Did I drive the wrong car?" Dong Qiangqiang gasped and asked, looking at the shocked Karina.
"No, you did a good job." Karina said a rare curse word, "Sooner or later something will happen to these damn racing people."
Lu Wei quickly turned around and saw a fat, middle-aged German aunt looking at her with a smile.
"Oh, no." She said with some embarrassment, "I just had a look." As she spoke, she pointed at the painting in front of her.
"Oh, that's it," the middle-aged aunt said and handed her a manual, "We have training classes for adults here, both free and paid. You are welcome to take a look when you have time."
Lu Wei had no intention or money to sign up for any painting class, but he still politely took the manual and flipped through it. Just when the middle-aged aunt was about to chat with Lu Wei for a few more words, she was called away by others.
Lu Wei was flipping through the manual while walking out. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the last few pages of the manual, which were printed with a few lines of beautiful artistic calligraphy, and four words at the top: Model Recruitment. Below are the requirements for models.
Lu Wei originally thought he was recruiting models who walked the catwalk on the catwalk. After reading the following introduction, he realized that he had misunderstood. The Academy of Fine Arts was looking for still life models who could concave shapes.
Lu Wei suddenly had an idea. She looked around and saw the middle-aged aunt who had just given her the manual standing in front of a table collecting the documents on the table. She quickly walked towards the aunt.
By the time Dong Yiqing finished changing the contract in his hand, it was already almost 11 o'clock at noon.
She stood up, walked to the water dispenser and poured herself a glass of water. While looking at the endless stream of visitors in the booth, I thought about when to contact Stein.
"You've been busy all morning, are you exhausted?" Sister Ping came to her side at some point, "Lunch will be delivered soon. I'll ask you to eat first then. Don't stay up until the afternoon to eat. not good for health."
Ever since Dong Yiqing started accepting orders yesterday, Sister Ping has regarded her as a goddess. He was very polite in his words and took better care of her.
"It's okay, Sister Ping, I'm not tired." Dong Yiqing rubbed her sore shoulders, looked at the people in the booth, and asked casually, "Have you seen a tall, gray-haired old man come here this morning? "
"Well, I have the impression that there was one just now." Sister Ping recalled. Seeing Dong Yiqing's concerned eyes, she immediately opened the customer book on the counter, put her finger on it and checked it line by line. After a few days, Seconds later, she said excitedly, "Yes, it's a new customer who just signed a contract. His name is... I can't pronounce this name." Sister Ping showed an embarrassed expression.
"Let me take a look." Dong Yiqing took the customer book and saw a name written on it that surprised her: Badila Stein.
Dong Yiqing was startled and asked quickly: "Has this person been here? When?"
"It was when you changed the contract just now," Sister Ping looked at her doubtfully, "He said you asked him to come here."
"Ah!" Dong Yiqing screamed secretly in her heart and asked, "Who received him? Did he place an order?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Yingfang received him personally," Sister Ping comforted, "But I don't know whether he placed an order or not, but I saw that he was quite happy when he left."
Dong Yiqing never expected that Stein would come to the booth, and that Zhang Yingfang would personally receive him. She stared at the ground in a daze, feeling lost. Sister Ping didn't know what happened, so she asked carefully: "Are you okay?"
Before Dong Yiqing could speak, the cell phone she placed on the counter suddenly rang.
Could it be Stein calling? She quickly walked towards the counter.
