My success is all about dog food

Chapter 77
Time is always spent in calm.

Soon it will be time for the charity art exhibition that Zhao Yunqing said.

During this period of time, the only thing that made Lu An feel a little sad was that he really didn't pass the interview with the Youth Association...

According to the information revealed by Wang Ruoyan, the Youth Association has already held an event.

But I haven't received the news of passing the interview yet.

Although Lu An was a little sad when he heard the news, he couldn't do anything.

The strangest thing was that Lu An didn't even know why he was brushed off by the Youth Association.

"Uncle, who said that you can only do charity by joining the Youth Association?" Zhao Yunqing's words made Lu An suddenly enlightened.

Therefore, Lu An didn't continue to dwell on this matter, and planned to contact orphanages and other places by himself later.

A cloud in the sky: Uncle, the charity art exhibition in our department will start at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, don't forget it then.

An Zhiruosu: Don't worry, I will go to you first tomorrow?
Now that Zhao Yunqing has been promised, Lu An will naturally not break his promise.

Zhao Yunqing: Yes, meet me at the gate of our school at seven o'clock tomorrow, and we will take a taxi there.

Lu An: Good.

After making an appointment for tomorrow's itinerary, Lu An set himself an alarm clock for 06:30 the next day.

……

The next day, after Lu An finished washing, he set off for Zhao Yunqing's school facing the rising sun. On the way, he bought two buns for Zhao Yunqing.

"Ah, thank you uncle." Zhao Yunqing saw the steamed stuffed bun in Lu An's hand, and immediately said happily:
"I was thinking that we would buy breakfast when we get to the venue."

"When I came here, I happened to see someone selling breakfast." Lu An explained.

"Well, uncle, let's go."

The scheduled car arrived on time. After getting on the car, Zhao Yunqing leaned on the backrest of the back seat, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Zhao Yunqing was very tired these few days because of the busy public welfare art exhibition, and even the time to call Lu An every night was greatly reduced.

Lu An turned his head to look at Zhao Yunqing.

With his eyes closed, Zhao Yunqing had a peaceful face, leaning quietly on the backrest, smacking his lips from time to time, and seemed to be sleeping very sweetly.

Looking at it, Lu An realized something was wrong...

Why does Zhao Yunqing's body feel slowly becoming crooked, as if there is still a feeling of shifting to his side.

Just when Lu An was hesitating whether to move his shoulders to Zhao Yunqing as a pillow, Zhao Yunqing seemed to wake up suddenly, straightened his body, and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

In this way, as long as Zhao Yunqing leans to a certain extent, he will straighten his body again, as if a program has been set in his body.

It made Lu An laugh for a while.

"Yunqing, Yunqing, here we are." Lu An lightly pushed Zhao Yunqing's body, making Zhao Yunqing wake up.

"Ah? Arrived?" Zhao Yun opened his eyes lightly, rubbed his eyes that were still a bit confused, yawned lightly, and asked in a slightly confused way.

"Well, it's here." Lu An replied affirmatively.

The venue of the charity art exhibition was in a local gymnasium. After Zhao Yunqing showed his ID, he took Lu An in smoothly.

"Uncle, there are about 10 minutes left, let's find our roommate first."

"Row."

Naturally, Lu An would not have any opinions.

In fact, Lu An himself was not interested in art exhibitions at all. If Zhao Yunqing hadn't invited him, Lu An would never have come to the art exhibition anyway.

Zhao Yunqing was very familiar with the layout of the gymnasium, and soon brought Lu An to a slightly remote place.

"This is the place we chose in the dormitory." Zhao Yun said to Lu An proudly.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yunqing waved his hands and called softly into the distance: "Mengmeng."

The three girls who were standing there turned around and looked over when they heard Zhao Yunqing's voice.

After Zhao Yunqing brought Lu An over, the other two roommates whom Lu An had never met looked at Lu An with curiosity.

Lu An could only smile.

Seeing her roommates, Zhao Yunqing seemed very excited, and started chatting with them.

Lu An's temperament was relatively dull, he seldom spoke, and just stood quietly beside him. Sometimes when Zhao Yun asked himself lightly, he would occasionally say a few words.

"Okay, it's almost time, and it's time for us to go to the art exhibition." Wang Meng said.

"Yeah, let's go together." Zhao Yunqing suggested.

"Hey, the three of us are together, you can stay with him." Wang Meng chuckled, and without giving Zhao Yunqing a chance to speak, she left with the other two roommates.

Zhao Yunqing had no choice but to take Lu An to the entrance of the venue, and then introduced to Lu An:
"Uncle, the theme of this charity art exhibition is actually to focus on leukemia patients."

"A leukemia patient?" Lu An was a little puzzled.

Although leukemia is a disease I have heard of before, I haven't understood it in depth.

"Yes, there are a lot of people suffering from leukemia in our country, and the proportion is quite high. And the price of drugs to treat leukemia is high, and ordinary families can't afford it.

Therefore, our department decided to open a charity art exhibition, and donate all the money from the sale of paintings to the organization. "

"Can the paintings in the exhibition still be sold?" It was really the first time for Lu An to know about this.

"Otherwise, what do you think the purpose of the art exhibition is?" Zhao Yunqing also looked at Lu An with a dark face.

"Well, I thought it was just a show."

"..."

The first painting that Zhao Yun took Lu An to visit was a skinny little boy squatting on the ground, raising his head, looking at the people outside the painting with bright eyes.

This painting is so vivid that even Lu An felt a little sympathetic to the boy in the painting.

Zhao Yunqing stood in front of the painting and looked at it for a while, then pointed to a small box in front of the painting and whispered to Lu An:

"Uncle, inside the box are the quotations of the viewers. Everyone who comes in to visit will be given a stack of serial numbers with numbers. If you like a painting, you can write the price on the card and put it in the box.

After the exhibition, the staff will find the highest price in the card and contact the buyer. "

"This way of selling paintings is really strange." Lu An couldn't help but said.

"This is to sell at a better price." Zhao Yunqing said:

"If you really like this painting, you must pay a very high price to avoid being snatched away by others. But the paintings here are all drawn by students in our department. Even with the blessing of public welfare, I guess, this painting exhibition The highest price is no more than [-]."

"Ten thousand?" Lu An was taken aback. Just one painting, ten thousand?
"Well, there is no way, the level is here, there is only so much, and this is still a bonus of the school's reputation."

(End of this chapter)