Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

The light in the hall is bright and soft, and the linseed oil used to mix the paint is floating in the dark. Walnut oil, poppy oil, and sunflower oil, accompanied by the pungent turpentine smell, are mixed into a wonderful artistic enjoyment.

Lead white, plain blue, chrome green and various colors immerse you in the world of color weaving.

Wen Xinya doesn't know much about oil painting, to be honest...Compared to heavy-color oil painting, which focuses on abstract thinking, she prefers traditional Chinese painting, which is drawn with fine brushwork, with elegant ink and profound artistic conception.

"This is Leonardo da Vinci's "The Last Supper", although it is only a copy, but the characters in this picture, the expression of panic, anger, doubt, confession, gestures, eyes and behaviors are all carved. The drawing is meticulous and lifelike, so it can be seen that the technique of the replicator is also quite brilliant."

In the quiet gallery, there was a soft voice.

Wen Xinya couldn't help but look towards the source of the unusually familiar voice.

Ning Shuqian is wearing a light purple cheongsam, which outlines her graceful figure vividly. There is a small white shawl on her shoulders. There are small purple flowers on the shawl. With the cheongsam, the style is more elegant.

Ning Shuqian's hair was permed into big waves, tied into a bun, and fixed behind her head with a long jade-carved flower hairpin, restraining the charm of her whole body, but even with such an elegant and noble dress, she can't She couldn't stop the romantic look in her eyes.

Ning Shuqian actually knows art, she really shouldn't be pretending.

The corners of her warm and elegant lips curled up, revealing a touch of sarcasm.

As if noticing that someone was looking at her, Ning Shuqian raised her eyes to look at her.

Wen Xinya saw it clearly, Ning Shuqian's eyes shrank, as if quite surprised.

Wen Xinya glanced at it, then looked away, and continued to look at the painting.

At this time, Ning Shuqian greeted a woman beside her, and walked towards Wen Xinya on rubber-soled flat shoes: "Xin Ya, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Wen Xinya said lightly: "Well, it's a coincidence! I didn't expect that Miss Ning also likes art."

The voice was thin, as if without any emotion.

But in Ning Shuqian's ears, it's not the same thing. Her clear voice seems to be ridiculed towards her, and her indifferent eyes are full of contempt for her. The clothes, worn on her body, carry an innate nobility, which is elegant even if she carefully dresses it up.

She couldn't help being angry for a while, but she suppressed her emotions as before, and said with a smile: "Xinya, look at what you are talking about, I don't like art, I just come here with friends to join in the fun, but I am I never thought, Xinya, that you would appreciate art."

When she said this, her words were round, her tone was biting a bit hard, and there was a faint sharpness between her brows and eyes.

Wen Xinya laughed: "Miss Ning, you are too humble. I heard just now that you talked about art with people around you, but you talked eloquently. How could you not understand art?"

She naturally understood what Ning Shuqian said, it was nothing more than a hiccup to her, she had to appreciate art, it was to be cultivated from an early age, and she had been homeless for 15 years, only returned to Wen's house for more than three years, how could she cultivate it? What artistic cell.

At this time, Wen Xinya turned on her mobile phone, searched for "The Last Supper", and opened one of the search terms, which contained an introduction about the Last Supper.

Wen Xinya put the phone in front of Ning Shuqian: "Miss Ning, look, the same is said on the Internet."

The smile on Ning Shuqian's face cracked. Some kind of embarrassment gave her the urge to find a hole in the ground and go in. What she said just now was memorized from the Internet.

Wen Xinya said deliberately: "What you said is the same as the introduction on the Internet, and you also said that you don't understand art."

Ning Shuqian resisted the urge to slap Wen Xinya, desperately suppressing her emotions: "Hehe, is that right? I was talking nonsense before."

Wen Xinya smiled brightly: "Miss Ning is just too modest."

Ning Shuqian was speechless, as if she had been slapped in public, her shame and embarrassment made her suddenly feel that she was out of place in such an elegant place.

She felt that when all the eyes looked at her, they were full of disdain and ridicule, which made her have an urge to escape.

Wen Wenya smiled and asked: "Miss Ning, what's wrong with you, why is your face so ugly, is there something wrong? Miss Ning really likes art, she is not feeling well, and she doesn't want to miss such a grand art exhibition, it is really admirable .”

Ning Shuqian trembled her lips.

She didn't know when she started to like to go to some noble places, like galleries, operas, and various concerts...

It was as if, as long as she was in such an occasion, every muscle in her body would relax, and the usual low self-esteem and embarrassment would disappear without a trace. No one knew the background of her embarrassment, and no one Knowing her unspeakable past, everyone only knows that people who can enter this kind of place are noble people, so she is one of these noble people.

And she was indeed in such an environment, mixing like a duck to water.

Today, she was exposed in public.

That kind of embarrassment, that kind of humiliation, was no more difficult for her to accept than being publicly exposed by Wen Xinya for her fake pregnancy.

However, it still doesn't work.

She has to be patient, and the entertainment city project must not cause extra problems.

Ning Shuqian suddenly changed the topic: "Xinya, Dad and I are reconciled as before, is your grandfather..."

Wen Xinya could clearly see the smug look on Ning Shuqian's face.

Ning Shuqian wiped the wet corners of her eyes: "Xinya, go back and explain to grandpa that this matter is not your father's fault, please don't blame your father."

The mournful voice, with the tone of grievance, is Ning Shuqian's true nature.

Ning Shuqian is very good at disguising and has a lot of scheming, but she passed on her unparalleled skills of disguising and deep scheming to her daughter Ning Yuya. blue.

Wen Xinya said softly: "Miss Ning, don't take yourself too seriously, so what if you reconcile with my dad? Do you think my grandpa will take you seriously?"

Ning Shuqian was stunned for a while, and the expression on her face restrained little by little.

Wen Xinya laughed: "People are valuable to know themselves."

She looked around the entire gallery, and the meaning was self-evident.

Ning Shuqian also laughed, her voice was soft enough to drip water: "Whether I am a dish, whether I have self-knowledge, you will know in the future."

Meaningful words, with a touch of confidence.

Wen Xinya smiled and said nothing.

All eyes in the hall looked towards this side, and no one felt that the two people had a harmonious atmosphere and were talking happily.