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With a bang, Shen Xi's head hit Chen Chuan's chin hard.

Tietou Xi was fine. He covered his chin and was immediately laid down on the sofa.

In the past, Chen Chuan felt that he was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, but after following Shen Xi, he realized that he was a delicate flower who needed to be taken care of, especially when his wife was by his side.

It hurts, it really hurts.

"How are you? Let me take a look?" Shen Xi hurriedly lay down to check, even opening his mouth excessively to check whether his jaw was dislocated or something.

Poor Chen Chuan, a handsome guy like a flower, being treated like a horse...

Alas, it’s hard to put into words.

But with this interruption, Shen Xi's depression immediately disappeared. When Chen Chuan saw her holding a big bowl and slurping noodles, he felt...

She was worried that she would turn into that annoying Madonna, but she was simply overthinking it.

After all, the Holy Mother cannot afford such a big fight.

*

A few days later, Ma Shile gave Shen Xi two tickets to the art exhibition.

Shen Xi looked at the abstract patterns printed on the tickets and felt worried. She couldn't figure out why Ma Shile thought she might like to see such things.

What's even more unclear is why she accepted it.

"My friend gave it to me. It was a lot, so I used it to give away to friends and colleagues. Teacher Shen, please help me. It's too much. It's a waste if I don't use it."

Shen Xi, who was greedy for cheap, accepted the offer in tears.

I really want to fight hand to hand, but my eyes can't see the slightest bit of cheapness. She had never seen an art exhibition in her life, and the only art-related painting she had ever come across was probably Van Gogh's "The Fright", right?

"Wait a minute..." At a red light ahead, Chen Chuan stepped on the brakes: "Excuse me, what you just talked about was Van Gogh's "The Fright", right?"

"Yes." Shen Xi replied while chewing on the meat.

“When did Van Gogh paint scares?”

"Is that Mogao?"

"What Mogao? Is it Monet?"

"Oh, yes, Monet." Look at her brain.

"Monet doesn't have this painting either."

"Who is that?"

The red light turns green and continue driving. Chen Chuan looked at her coolly: "You ask me?"

"What if not? You are Chen Chuan who knows everything."

He really hasn't flaunted his personality, okay? but--

"Are you sure it's called "Fright" and not "Scream"?"

"I - not sure." When he asked, she thought it might be called The Scream... "Wait a minute, isn't The Scream a masterpiece by Mr. Lu Xun?"

"Lu Xun's is a collection of short stories, and that is a painting. Bao, can we tell them clearly?"

"How can you blame me?" Shen Xi said confidently: "That surprise, uh, that shouting, the college entrance examination is not taken, and I don't like these works of art, where do you know where to go?"

"You're right." Chen Chuan agreed quickly.

Chen Xi continued to chew on the meat with satisfaction. After chewing for a while, he asked again: "So, it's not Van Gogh or Monet. Who painted it?"

"Edward Munch was a 19th-century Norwegian expressionist painter. He liked to depict the inner world, and most of his works were full of pessimism..."

Shen Xi is a good baby who loves to learn. In Chen Chuan's soft explanation voice, she took out her mobile phone and searched for the shout-out.

Well, as expected, Chen Chuan was right, it wasn't called fright, it was called shouting.

but--

"Husband, do you think it would be more appropriate to call him frightened?" She waved the phone screen towards him: "Look, this person doesn't seem to be screaming, he really seems to be frightened."

Chen Chuan: ..."Wife, let's eat your breasts."

If he continues talking, he will be the one who is frightened. Or Mo Gao?

"Oh fine."

*

After Chen Xi's "fright", Chen Chuan no longer had any expectations about coming to the art exhibition with his wife.

After all, it’s understandable that Shen Xi has such an active personality even if he doesn’t like art.

In addition, many people may not be able to appreciate the abstract and impressionist painting styles. Even if some people who claim to be good at appreciating it, it is difficult to say whether they really understand it.

As for Chen Chuan himself...

He just looks at it casually and finds it boring no matter what you want to express, but that doesn’t stop him from having a vicious tongue——

"Art is a matter of wisdom and benevolence. So whether you understand it or not, it's easy to pretend not to understand it. So don't look at these people nowadays, who look at paintings as if they understand it. In fact, they may not understand it. "

Shen Xi endured it and tried not to laugh out loud.

"Look over there." Chen Chuan pointed to a man and woman standing not far from them. The man is probably in his twenties and the woman is about forty. She is wearing a gentle modified Hanfu with her hair tied up. She looks very intellectually beautiful.

"This painting is really good, it has the beauty of Wu Dai's style..." The woman commented on the painting while admiring it.

The man's compliments immediately followed: "Mr. Zheng has artistic talent and unique insights..."

All kinds of eloquent compliments made the woman happy and proud.

Is this how Wu Dai Dangfeng is used? Although Shen Xi does not have any artistic talent, she has studied history.

Chen Chuan shook his wife's hand: "Look, it doesn't matter whether you understand or not, this is just a vanity fair."

In fact, now there are not only wine tables, but also places for socializing. Coming to the gallery to discuss business seems more humanistic. At least, the wealthy locals should be quite happy with this.

No matter what you are talking about, just say it with respect. Even if the woman now praises the neatness of the abstract brushwork, the man will definitely do the same. Mr. Zheng, what you said is really good and you are really knowledgeable.

Shen Xi wondered if this elder brother had seen too clearly, so he chose to lie down. After all, nothing in this world is worthy of Chen Chuan's failure.

"Honey, you don't need to know how to draw here. Anyway, most people just come here to show off and watch the fun." Or borrow a venue.

What's more, most works of art are ultimately measured by money, because no one understands anything else.

Among those who paint, who has never dreamed in his heart that his paintings could sell for millions, tens of millions or even over 100 million in the future? Or are there any simple artists who hope to become famous in the future and do not seek fame or fortune?

Of course there are.

Or you are very rich, but you still can’t help but hold an art exhibition.

Either already starving to death, or on the way to death.

You really have a poisonous mouth. Shen Xi smiled and asked him in a low voice: "Including you and me?"

"That's natural. We are all vulgar people, and there is no way to be elegant. The most important thing is that many painters themselves don't know that their paintings express this kind of meaning."

They are all interpreted by future generations, each expressing his or her own opinion. One look can convey hundreds of meanings, but perhaps the painter is just a simple stroke.

Shen Xi wanted to laugh, but it was very hard to bear it.

For people like Chen Chuan to come to an art exhibition, they would be happier if the artist himself was not present.