Rebel Demon King

Chapter 213 Soulmate (2)

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The two stood on the third floor of the Richelieu Pavilion admiring Xie Minyun's favorite oil painting - "Full Portrait of Madame de Pompadour".

In the picture, Mrs. Pompadour is dressed in rococo clothes, holding music scores, and beautifully bound books on the table, including Diderot's "Encyclopedia", Montesquieu's "Spirit of Law", Voltaire's "Henry The Age of the Four Clans", on the rococo-style sofa there are musical instruments and another music book casually, and on the carpet is a picture folder tied with a light blue ribbon.

This is a gouache portrait painted by the French painter de la Tour in 1775. There is no doubt that the reason why Xie Minyun likes this painting is not because of de la Tour, but because of Madame Pompadour.

A woman as legendary as Napoleon.

"This is the most beautiful painting of Madame de Pompadour I have ever seen. When I saw it for the first time when I was 14 years old, I immediately went to the souvenir shop and bought a copy. At home in Beijing, although there are not too many people in my house, it always looks very empty, just like this palace." Pausing for a while, Xie Minyun turned his head and glanced at Cheng Mo, "Do you think it looks good?"

Cheng Mo didn't speak, but just shook his head. He didn't take the opportunity to peek at Xie Minyun's side face, which was much prettier than the woman in the painting. In his opinion, Mrs. Pompadour was too round, although this woman who influenced Europe once had Paris The title of the first beauty, but it seems that there is a little misnomer, far less good-looking than Xie Minyun, in fact, there is not much comparison between the two people, and it is normal for the aesthetics of the two eras to differ.

"Is the color not beautiful enough? Or is the composition and shadow not beautiful enough?"

"No, I don't think people are pretty enough, and I personally don't like Madame de Pompadour."

"Because she is too good at drilling camps? Or is it because of the Battle of Quiberon Bay?" Xie Minyun frowned slightly.

"Of course not. I just don't like Rococo's extravagant and feminine style, and I don't like her 'arrogance' who sees through the world and the appearance of a smart woman who knows everything in her chest and dismisses it."

"Why do I think you're talking about yourself?" Xie Minyun's expressionless face twitched a little, as if forcibly stopping a sneer. It was obvious that she felt that Cheng Mo meant to point fingers at Sang Huai, but Cheng Mo did describe it again. Quite accurately, this woman whose influence is comparable to Napoleon is indeed such a person.

Cheng Mo sighed, "I'm serious, I didn't mean to criticize Sang Huai and insinuate."

Xie Minyun hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Actually, I like this painting, just because I think Madame Pompadour is a bit like my mother. Every time I see her face and eyes, I can always see the falling light, and her The complex and contradictory expressions on the face, her lips are slightly upturned in this painting, but her eyes are a little vague, it doesn't look like she is concentrating on the music score at all, I don't think she is actually emotional."

"If she only focused on art, I think I would probably respect her, but unfortunately she did some things and made some mistakes that shouldn't be done, which made me feel bad for her. It's just that I don't like it, it's not that I hate it." Cheng Mo didn't expect Xie Minyun to tell him such a private thing, so he also told the reason why he didn't like it.

"Actually, my mother is my father's second term. My mother is a perfect person in everything. When I was two or three years old, she began to plan for a rainy day and started looking for schools for me. You know that, in fact, my mother's side used to be a The scholarly family is not a wealthy family, but my father's side is different, and some photos hanging in the house are enough to scare people to death."

Cheng Mo once speculated about Xie Minyun's identity and background, but at this moment he was finally sure that she was a direct line rather than a collateral line.

"My mother chose the school for me for three years. Later, I studied neither Yuying Primary School, nor Jingshan or Shijia. I went to a small aristocratic experimental school with only more than 300 students. The founder of this school, Mrs. Xiong He is a competent officer of XXX, and he has followed XXX wholeheartedly since the Yanzhou era. Because of this family relationship, I also study here. Although the students who can enter this school have good family backgrounds, any student who can compare It’s still a little bit of nothing. When I was in the first and second grades, I was very shy and timid. I didn’t dare to play on the playground after class, and no one paid attention to me. In the third and fourth grades, I became a little more courageous, but I still didn’t At that time, I already felt that they were a little afraid of me, because I was the only one who was escorted to school by a driver and a bodyguard every day, not only that, but even the teacher was careful when lecturing on the history class."

"After I learned a lot of truths in the fifth and sixth grades, I also thought about communicating with others. In fact, I didn't want to be so special, so in order to win the favor of others, I often deliberately threw the [-]-yuan bills I brought on the ground. Then I picked it up and asked loudly: "Whose is this?" Money, if no one claims it, it will be used as class fee, and the class fee will be used for food and use, but this kind of favor is useless; when the school performs "Journey to the West", all the children like to play the Monkey King. No one wants to play the role of Zhu Bajie, so I volunteered to play Zhu Bajie with a pig nose. Although I tried my best to show innocence, gentleness and kindness, and even played a clown like Oba Yozo, my classmates still felt that I didn’t dare to climb high, which made me feel lonely at that time.”

"So when I was in junior high school, at my strong request, I went to an ordinary junior high school to hide my identity, and the car and bodyguard that sent me stopped far away. The bad thing is that I still have no friends. Because I have good grades, I am pretty, and I am very popular with boys, but I just want to make friends, not to fall in love, but girls don’t like me, and it is difficult for me to talk to them, so It is inevitable to be isolated. As for those depressing things, I won’t share with you, because I found that I was used to and liked someone. Although I didn’t tell anyone about it, I guess my mother had already expected it. This kind of situation will happen, let me study in that junior high school for two years, and then send me to France for a year of study tour. In fact, I didn’t learn anything serious, that is, learning language and art. The school is not far from here, we often come to the Louvre to observe and experience art, and wearing our school uniform is free of charge.”

"So, you see, it's not easy for me to get lost in the Louvre, because I've actually been here many times." Xie Minyun smiled slightly, then turned to look at Cheng Mo and asked, "Did you tell me last time?" Uncle Cheng wants to show you the Louvre, what are you planning to see?"

Cheng Mo felt very strange.

He was very surprised why Xie Minyun would suddenly tell him this. Although she didn't mention her family background, she had already expressed it clearly enough. She also didn't mention her hobbies, what music she likes to listen to, what books she likes to read, She just briefly talked about her life, as if she was standing at the door of her room at this moment, opened a heavily guarded door, and said to him: "Come in and sit down!"

If it were me in junior high school, I might be happy that I finally found someone of the same kind, and I would go in without hesitation to see what attractive gadgets are placed in Xie Minyun’s room, and I would be happy to sit with her and taste Drink a cup of warm milk for dessert, and then share your life with her.

But now he is a person with a secret, and this secret is so huge that he can't even see his own future clearly. He doesn't want to just say: "Hello." He has to say: "Goodbye!"

In addition, he was really puzzled, why did Xie Minyun suddenly want to tell him this?

Obviously, before the final exam, the two of them had only reserved polite exchanges.

"Don't you believe that I can lead you to find those works?" Xie Minyun turned his head and saw Cheng Mo staring at the "Full Portrait of Madame de Pompadour" in a daze, so he asked softly.

Her tone of voice is not as cold as usual, and there are some subtle emotions contained in it, as if she is not very confident. For the proud Xie Minyun, this is really a rare emotion, but what is it because of the lack of confidence, Cheng Mo can't figure it out It is speculated that it may be because of the "terminal disease" that is currently incurable.
"No, no, I also want to see The Cheater of Square A, The Madonna of Vizier Lorraine, Urgan Showing Venus the Sword of Aeneas, Code of Hammurabi , As for "The Coronation of Napoleon I", I have just watched it."

"Except for the "Code of Hammurabi", you have chosen very interesting paintings. Each painting has a profound story. The world is actually quite crazy and chaotic. In fact, each of us understands through stories. In this world, we humans learn about the world through novels, newspapers, movies, and serial dramas. Painting is also a relatively ancient method, but this method is not as important as it used to be.”

"Hmm! Preaching is not as useful as telling stories."

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The Louvre itself is a vast history.

Two people shuttled leisurely in the gallery of the Louvre, just like wandering in the vast, luxurious, and vast relics. The two talked about the art of ancient Greek mythology and the narrative and practical ideas of ancient Rome. Art, about art, about history, about these beautiful, incomplete, unfortunate and fortunate historical relics, they have endless topics to talk about.

Cheng Mo has never felt that talking is such a relaxed and happy thing. He doesn't need to be afraid that Xie Minyun thinks he is boring, and he doesn't need to worry about Xie Minyun being boring. You don't have to care about these things.

You don't have to put on a humorous face that needs to please others, and you don't have to be formal all the time, just be yourself.

She can understand.

The two forgot about other things, and discussed the role of art in human beings along the way. They wandered to the third floor of the Richelieu Building where Cheng Mo wanted to watch "The Cube A Cheater", but it was a pity that "The Cube A Cheater" was stored. The exhibition hall is temporarily closed and has not opened yet.

Cheng Mo looked at the "Closed" sign and the rope stretched horizontally, and said regretfully, "Forget it."

Xie Minyun shook her head and told Cheng Mo to wait until she made a phone call, then Xie Minyun walked aside, and after two or three minutes, she returned to Cheng Mo, but she didn't say anything, just teasing Cheng Mo Waiting at the door, after a while, a staff member came and asked if Xie Minyun was xie. After getting an affirmative answer, the staff brought Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun into the closed exhibition hall.

It just so happened that Tang Wenjun, Cheng Haoyang, and Feng Leiting also walked to the third floor of the Richelieu Pavilion. They saw the backs of Xie Minyun and Cheng Mo from a distance, and they also walked to the front of the pavilion quickly, just about to follow the two of them in. He was stopped outside by staff in suits guarding the door.

"Why can they go in?" Tang Wenjun asked puzzled in his suffocated English.

The staff glanced at Tang Wenjun and said blankly, "Because they are the guests of Prince Napoleon."

"Prince Napoleon?" Tang Wenjun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked again, "What does it have to do with that Napoleon?"

The staff gave Tang Wenjun a blank look, and ignored Tang Wenjun's impolite questioning.

Tang Wenjun was dragged away from the entrance of the exhibition hall by the embarrassed Cheng Haoyang, "Damn! It's fine if you don't let in, you're still ashamed to ask."

Tang Wenjun looked at Cheng Haoyang in shock and said, "Do you know what he said just now? Prince Napoleon, Prince Napoleon. What is Xie Minyun's identity? You even know Prince Napoleon, damn it"

"Prince Napoleon? Can't we go in?" Tu Huiqin asked in puzzlement.

"Prince Napoleon must be a descendant of Napoleon! Oh my god! We just visited Napoleon's living room." Tang Wenjun immediately said in a fuss.

"What do you mean? I don't understand!" Tu Huiqin was a little confused.

Tang Wenjun danced and said: "Just now I asked the staff why Xie Minyun and Cheng Mo could go in, and the staff answered me because they are the guests of Prince Napoleon."

A group of boys and girls were stunned. No one thought that some of them would have a relationship with the descendants of famous figures in history. It was simply unbelievable and unreal.

"Your brother seems to have a good relationship with Xie Minyun. Do you know who Xie Minyun is?" Feng Leiting turned to ask Cheng Haoyang.

Cheng Haoyang shook his head with a numb expression. He could not understand his cousin at all. It seemed that there was a deviation from the cousin in his memory. This deviation was not a little bit.
Seeing a group of people standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall looking around and saying something in Chinese, a staff member in a black suit came over and said with a serious face: "Quickly leave here and go to another place to visit."

([-] words are small, and I will add more words tomorrow. I mainly cut out a lot of descriptions about Xie Minyun’s background. I really dare not step on the line, please forgive me)
(End of this chapter)