Mr. Fu, after my wife is reborn, I won’t marry you unless you are the one to marry her.

Winter passes and spring comes.

The city that had been quiet for a winter is busy again.

The central gallery in Beijing was overcrowded.

A group of art students aged about 14 or 15 years old, led by the team leader, lined up to view the paintings on the walls along the way.

"Look, this painting was painted by Teacher Gu."

"Who?"

"Gu Jianyi."

Gu Jianyi is a well-known name in the art circle. Her rapid rise to fame also happened recently.

The name Gu Jianyi became popular in France half a year ago. It originated from the most valuable realistic oil painting competition in France.

Her work stood out among many entries and was rated as the best work by a famous French oil painting connoisseur. After the competition, it was bought by an oil painting collector at a high price for collection.

As soon as the three words "Gu Jianyi" were thrown out, it attracted the attention of many people.

"Where? There are actually Teacher Gu's paintings here?"

A group of people chattered over and started discussing around an oil painting hanging on the wall on the left.

The name of the painting is "First Snow".

The content presented in the oil painting is a French street scene.

"Last time I went to an exhibition in an art gallery in Bordeaux, there were many paintings by Teacher Gu. I thought her paintings could only be seen in Bordeaux, but I didn't expect that they are also available here."

"I heard that Gu Jianyi is Chinese, but he is living in France."

"Her works are very popular in France. I heard that a painting can fetch a high price of 300 million."

"This painting "First Snow" is so well done."

"..."

The group chatted about these things in the art circle and started talking non-stop. There was a lot to talk about.

From "First Snow" to "Gu Jianyi", from Gu Jianyi to painting style.

Speaking of painting style, most visitors invariably think of one person——

Nanmu.

"Have you noticed that Gu Jianyi's style is a bit like Nan Mu..."

"seems like it."

Speaking of Nan Mu, everyone in this circle feels sorry for him.

"It's a coincidence that they are old. Gu Jianyi and Nan Mu have the same surname. Are they painters named Gu who have very high artistic attainments?"

"It's a pity that Nan Mu died so young. It's such a pity. I haven't met her in person yet."

"Nan Mu's original name is Gu Yanxi, right?"

"Whose work do you think is better, Gu Yanxi or Gu Jianyi?"

"Gu Yanxi, right?"

"No, I think it's Gu Jianyi."

"..."

These boys and girls started talking about their favorite idols, and their interest immediately became high.

"Gu Sanshao, look, how about we put the paintings you brought here? This place happens to be empty."

Not far away, several gallery staff brought over a batch of oil paintings and asked Gu Yanchuan, who was standing in the corner, for his opinion.

Gu Yanchuan turned his attention to the group of art students.

Hearing them discussing who was better, Gu Jianyi or Gu Yanxi, Gu Yanchuan twitched his lips in disdain.

Is there any comparison?

Of course her sister is more powerful.

"Third Young Master Gu?"

The person who asked the question saw that he didn't speak for a long time, so he called him again.

Only then did Gu Yanchuan come back to his senses, his eyes fell on the batch of oil paintings, and he nodded lightly, "Well, just put them here."

These are the paintings left by my little sister during her lifetime.

Instead of keeping them at home, take them out for people to watch.

He hopes that his little sister's name can stay in everyone's heart for a longer time, and her paintings can also stay in people's hearts for a longer time.

Taking advantage of the gap between the staff hanging paintings, Gu Yanchuan watched the group of teenagers walk away and couldn't help but walk towards the painting "First Snow".

He glanced at the three words "Gu Jianyi" signed on the oil painting and sneered. No matter how he looked at the painting, he felt that it was one ten thousandth less than Gu Yanxi.

But he didn't know at that time that Gu Jianyi and Gu Yanxi were actually the same person.

After going to Bordeaux, Gu Yanxi spent a period of time with no money in his pocket.

The bank cards and deposits belonging to "Gu Yanxi" can no longer be used. She walked around the streets holding her cat, and even slept in train stations and underground passages during difficult times.

Fortunately she still has survival skills.

It is not difficult for her to win the prize in the oil painting competition through participation.

It turned out that she was here for the prize, but she didn't expect that she would become famous after one battle. The painting that won the prize was noticed by a senior collector, and he directly spent a lot of money to buy the painting from her.

From then on, the name "Gu Jianyi" became popular.

As she continued to publish several new paintings, they were all auctioned off at high prices.

She suddenly became rich again, bought a villa in a wealthy area of ​​Bordeaux, and had surgery to remove scars on her face.

"Jane, the Chinese collector who bought your "First Snow" last time took your work to a gallery in Beijing for exhibition. The response was pretty good."

Gu Yanxi was painting in the studio when his assistant suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

"You also have many fans over there. The largest oil painting exhibition center in China contacted me and wants to organize a fan meeting. What do you think? The venue is in the capital, the capital."

"The fans over there really want to see you in person."

The assistant was flipping through the tablet as he spoke, not noticing the draft papers scattered on the floor in the studio.

"Oh my God, Jane, what have you done again?" Shirley exclaimed, looking at the mess in the room, her face changed.

"Why is your studio always so messy?" She bent down and picked up the scattered drawing papers from the ground one by one.

Tuanzi lay on the cat's nest on the window sill, stared at Shirley who was busy on the ground, and closed his eyes lazily.

Gu Yanxi didn't seem to hear what Shirley was saying at all, and was still concentrating on tracing a painting on the easel.

After Shirley finished cleaning up the mess on the ground, Gu Yanxi took the time to ask, "Where did you just say you were going to hold the fan meeting?"

"The capital of China."

Gu Yanxi paused while holding the brush.

Beijing...

Should she go back to that place?