Everyone is born with a yearning and pursuit of art.
The difference is that different people have different understandings and understandings of art.
Some people like the beautiful words and ambiguous rhetoric in The Plum in the Golden Lotus, which peek through the surface into a love that breaks through the worldly world.
But some people... just like the illustrations inside.
Lingering over different poses and debating whether they might cause muscle damage.
Lu Chuan felt that he was neither the former nor the latter.
Compared to chatting with a police beauty like Shen Yan, Jin Ping Mei is just talk on paper and childish.
"The Haizhou Art Exhibition opens tomorrow. I have two invitation tickets. Do you want to go together?"
"my pleasure."
This was Lu Chuan’s reply on WeChat.
When Lu Chuan was young, he also learned to paint.
At that time, I don’t know what happened, but it seemed that children all over the country wanted to learn something.
Painting, singing, dancing, piano, guzheng and taekwondo.
And these are not multiple choice questions, they are all required questions.
Lu Chuan felt that he had suffered severe persecution in his childhood.
Then, after attending elementary school, Lu Chuan never received any artistic influence except for the equations in textbooks.
Of course, this is not without benefits.
At least Lu Chuan didn't have any level of appreciation when Shen Yan invited him to the art exhibition.
Last month, the Criminal Investigation Detachment Union organized an event to see an art exhibition.
Ninety percent of the criminal police officers went crazy for less than half a circle before running to the corner to check their mobile phones.
Only the commentator, Team Qin, and several other team members were left silently admiring.
Later, when Team Qin came back, he told the office director a rule.
In the future, team building should have less to do with art.
Early on Sunday morning, Lu Chuan drove a 911 limited edition sports car that was in the basement.
This was a coming-of-age gift from his grandfather.
After Lu Chuan finished the college entrance examination, he drove it several times. When he went home during the summer vacation from college, he also liked to drive this car.
But after work, the car is basically idle.
This weekend, following Shen Yan's words, the two of them are just right.
At the door of Shen Yan's house, Shen Yan put on light makeup and looked at Lu Chuan who got off the sports car with some surprise.
Today, Lu Chuan wore a white T-shirt, some hip-hop style wide-leg pants, and a hip-hop hat.
The warm sunshine in the early morning shone behind Lu Chuan, like covering him with a layer of golden armor.
Quite surprisingly handsome.
"Beauty Shen, please get in the car."
Lu Chuan took the initiative to open the car door for Shen Yan, and his smile was warm.
Shen Yan took a deep look at Lu Chuan, who opened the door for her, and couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks."
Wearing a long white dress with a blue belt around her waist, Shen Yan became taller and taller.
The long hair spread out and danced in the wind, and the pleasant smell passed by the tip of Lu Chuan's nose.
Life is wonderful.
The two people who got in the car and left didn't know that a window on the 11th floor was ajar.
Two heads squeezed together.
"This is the Lu Chuan you were talking about. He's quite good-looking."
"But why do you drive a sports car?"
Shen Yan's mother's attention was attracted by Lu Chuan's handsome appearance and cool sports car.
Shen Yan's father let out a long sigh that he didn't know what it meant: "I heard from Lao Wang that the Lu Chuan family belongs to a powerful group."
"Qiangsheng Group?"
In the car, Shen Yan turned her head sideways and looked at Lu Chuan with a smile on her lips.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Shen Yan was looking at him. Lu Chuan subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his clothes: "What's wrong? There's rice stuck on my face?"
Poof!
At this moment, Shen Yan didn't have the temperament of a forensic doctor in the detachment.
He smiled and looked at Lu Chuan: "No, it's just the first time I see you dressed like this. I find it quite interesting."
"It's the weekend, dress casually." Lu Chuan turned his head and looked at Shen Yan again: "The way you dress today is different from when you were in the detachment."
"Yeah?"
Shen Yan looked down and then said, "Then do you think I look better in uniform or not?"
"They all look good."
It was a very poor answer, but it made Shen Yan laugh non-stop.
Lu Chuan glanced out of the corner of his eye and accidentally discovered that Shen Yan actually had a good figure.
He has a tall figure and is usually suppressed when wearing uniforms.
Now she is wearing a long skirt, which gives her a broad-minded and majestic charm.
This literary and art exhibition is an exhibition held by local painters in Haizhou City.
There are also works by grassroots painters.
Therefore, it is hard to say how high its artistic value is.
However, most of the related works show the local customs and customs of Haizhou.
Compared with some famous paintings, it is more down-to-earth.
Therefore, many people came to watch.
Lu Chuan's car attracted a lot of people's attention.
They both look the same.
Handsome men and beautiful women are the center of attention wherever they go.
What's more, both of them are criminal policemen, and their temperaments are different from ordinary people, and they feel a little standout from the crowd.
Regarding painting, Shen Yan and Lu Chuan are not at all different.
Lu Chuan has been forced to learn this and that since he was a child.
Shen Yan is really interested in painting.
"This painting is very good. The wind blows the waves of wheat. I only saw it when I was a child, but I haven't seen it for a long time now."
Standing in front of the girl in a wave of wheat, Lu Chuanpo felt a little emotional.
Shen Yan nodded in agreement: "The technique of this painting is average, but Mai Lang has some charm, indeed..."
Um?
Shen Yan, who was also looking at the painting, suddenly frowned and took a half step forward to observe the painting closer.
"What's wrong?"
"There seems to be something wrong with this painting..."
Something's wrong?
Although Lu Chuan has no particularly outstanding talent in painting.
But at least he has the ability to appreciate things: "Are you talking about the girl in the painting?"
Shen Yan nodded: "The girl in this painting has average details and her eyes are not expressive enough, but..."
To be honest, this painting was made by a little-known grassroots painter. It was not easy to paint Mai Lang so vividly.
The portraits in the paintings are naturally worse.
Shen Yan's eyes fell on the girl's chest: "But the skin on this girl's chest is particularly detailed and feels much more realistic than other parts..."
"It looks like..."
"Does it feel like you didn't paint it alone?"
Lu Chuan took over the conversation.
Shen Yan nodded heavily: "Yes, that's what I mean."
In this art exhibition, because there are no high-value paintings, both the security level and the degree of protection of the paintings are average.
The oil painting is directly exposed to the air without the protection of a glass cover, and your hands can directly touch the painting.
Moreover, there were no protective railings in front of the painting. When Lu Chuan stepped forward, he could already observe the painting at a very close distance.
"Shen Yan, look at the oil on the chest of this portrait. Is it different from other places?"
After hearing this, Shen Yan also stepped forward and observed carefully.
But after a moment, Shen Yan's breathing suddenly became rapid.
"Lu Chuan, call the team quickly!"
