Interstellar cat guide

The Art Center of St. Rona Star has an abstract shape. From a distance, it looks like an architectural extension of Picasso's "The Table in Front of the Window". There is a huge sculpture in the center of the circular square at the entrance, which is the landmark of St. Rona. idol.

After entering the town of the Holy Land, the ground is covered with mosaic-like floor tiles, and people in strange clothes walk around everywhere, and some people who come to play the violin spontaneously on some high platforms, and there are also scattered people who concentrate on painting in the corners. painter.

Every inch of land is art, every building is a treasure, and every pedestrian is an extraordinary person. This sentence is the most vivid description of St. Rona.

After a strict ticket check and entering the central area, Mao Mi found that the people who came and went were all well-known big shots, and they really had everything they wanted in various fields. After entering, they all formed a circle in twos and threes, chatting happily and waiting for the official start of the art exhibition .

Taking a glass of fruit wine from the tray in the hands of the passing waiter, Mao Mi hurriedly changed his gaze after being greeted with a kind smile by the waiter. He was still a little unfamiliar in such a big place alone, let alone Go take the initiative to find people to communicate with.Because the invitation letter can only be for one person, all those present came alone, and those who occasionally meet friends are considered lucky.

"Hi, hello, I've seen you for a long time." Just as he was looking for a corner in a daze, a tall man suddenly approached him and said, "I'm Julian, a loyal fan of Amy."

Mao Mi was startled by him and subconsciously replied: "Hi, I'm Mao Mi."

The tall blond man laughed: "I know, I like your movies very much."

Wearing an elegant tuxedo, he looked like a nobleman in a movie, causing many women present to focus on him, but he himself didn't realize it: "I've always felt that...you and ai look very similar picture."

Mao Mi hurriedly took a sip of fruit wine to cover up his shock, and said with a forced smile, "You are the first to say that."

Julian shook his head and continued in broken Chinese: "Don't be so vigilant, I'm just a fanatical fan. If I have the chance, I'd be willing to play a song for you." He said, pointing to the place not far ahead. Precious pianos are placed everywhere.

"A lot of beautiful ladies are waiting for this opportunity. I'm still an adult." Mao Mi took another sip of fruit wine and was about to turn around when Julian stopped her: "Hey, I don't mean anything else. Making friends is a very common thing."

"Are you a regular customer?" Mao Mi blinked and stopped walking.

Speaking of this, Julian raised his head proudly: "Of course, St. Rona is like home to me. I hold a concert here every month."

It turned out that this was a musician, and Mao Mi, who had never been involved in the field, gave a dumbfounded admiration, and then heard Julian talking endlessly: "I have been looking forward to Amy's coming here. I have waited for many years, and finally it is here. , I just don’t know if he will attend...he is the greatest contemporary artist, I am willing to write [-] songs for him!”

Mao Mi was dumbfounded, never expecting that his father was so powerful and could gain such fans.

"By the way, are you his fan too?" Julian, who was speaking dryly, suddenly cut off the conversation and asked.

"...Forget it." Mao Mi squeezed out two words after deliberation.

Julian glanced at him suspiciously, but in the end he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he looked around and saw that the lighting had already started to be adjusted, so he familiarly led him to the exhibition building: "Hurry up, it's about to start."

This art exhibition is the same as the other ones. Ai Mi never made an appearance, but only showed up in the form of a holographic simulation at the beginning. I thanked the friends who were present and announced the official start of the art exhibition by the way.

Hall A is an exhibition of dynamic paintings. The entire hall is surrounded by light screens. The fantastic paintings, like sleepwalking cosmic nebula, can freely traverse and change in the light screen. Realistic visual stimulation, wild lines, bold colors, and Unique and genius-like imagination, even a layman will be intoxicated by it and don't know what year it is.

And that's just an appetizer.

Julian, who was holding Mao Mi's sleeve, let go of his hand at some point, and stared at the four light screens with wide eyes. He felt that his two eyes were not enough. Write down all the tunes that come to mind, and the moment his inspiration surges like a tsunami, he has already lost his mind.

Half an hour later, hall A suddenly dimmed the lights, and the corridor leading to the next hall slowly lit up in colors like oil paintings, telling tourists that it was time to go to the next place.

The sighs of not seeing enough sounded one after another, but they all knew the rules, so they had to continue walking along the corridor in an orderly manner.

The next three halls are all regular paintings, one pair hung on the wall, with each color as the theme, from light to dark, the unique design sense makes some people who are not sensitive to this even not aware of the color Variety.

Going straight to the last hall, there is only a light screen as big as a wall floating in the middle of the final hall. At first it was chaos, and then a baby appeared from it.

The little baby huddled together and opened its eyes ignorantly.

Gradually the baby grew up, and his body turned into a transparent body composed of countless stars. When the world became more complicated, he was composed of countless letters, and every point of his body was flowing words.

People stared fixedly at the last work, but they couldn't figure out what the great painter was thinking.

The boy depicted with the most beautiful colors walks in the deep and vast universe. He is slender, beautiful, and holy. No matter how big he grows, he is like a spotless angel. This is the most intuitive thing that Amy’s paintings can give people. feel.

With a sore nose, Mao Mi turned her face away, holding back tears.

Perhaps only he can understand what this is painting.

Ai Mi is sincerely apologizing to his beloved son.

It's a pity that all of this came too late, and the lateness has long been unable to make up for the time that has passed and cannot be recovered.

The three-hour art exhibition ended too quickly for everyone, and they were still reluctant to leave the house. They didn't cheer up until they learned that it would be open to the world in three days.

Afterwards, the assistant led the people to hold an afterparty in the side hall, and many people who were willing to make friends found a place to go, and they moved to the party one after another, intending to expand their network.

"Hey! Mi, do you want to go too?" Julian took out a handkerchief to wipe off the sweat that had just been absorbed in looking at the painting, turned around and saw that Mao Mi was also going, and couldn't help shouting.

Mao Mi looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

"This kind of party is nothing more than for ordinary people to exchange glasses and flatter others. We might as well go to the bar opposite to have a long talk."

"You learn idioms very well..." Mao Mi shrugged, "It's just that I have to go in."

Julian immediately came over and said mysteriously, "I see, you have a secret."

Yes, the secret is that he is going to see his father, Mao Mi raised the corners of his mouth and stood a little further away: "Goodbye."

"No, I can't let a little sheep go in alone, let me escort you."

As he said that, before anyone refused, he grabbed someone's sleeve and ran in again.

After entering, he patted the hem of his clothes unaccustomedly, obviously not used to this environment.

The structure in twos and threes reappeared. Julian took a glass of cocktail and drank while listening to the gossip of the people around him. After a long time, he became excited when he heard them say "Amy is in the room up the stairs over there". , wanted to find Mao Mi, but saw that Mao Mi was already walking towards the stairs.

"Wait for me! Hey...!" He was about to catch up, but was surrounded by ladies who had been watching him covetously for a long time. It was really difficult to get out of trouble, and he could only watch his new friends go to break through.

"Okay, ladies, why don't you let me buy you a drink." Julian was surrounded by people at the bar and took out his wallet with difficulty.

That Mao Mi had already reached the bottom of the stairs, and there was a person standing in front of the two pillars erected by the stairs, looking menacing, anyone who approached would be seriously rejected.

"I'm the boss of Huasa. I invest tens of millions of dollars for you every time, but you don't even let me?" A middle-aged man with a big belly stood in front of them and complained endlessly, but no one paid any attention to him.

At this time, several beautiful women also came together: "Please, we are his fans, just take a look, maybe he will be happy?"

Mao Mi shook his head with a dark face, thinking that if he was happy, he probably wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Even so, there were only a few people who challenged, and they all passed with confidence and came back cursing.

After finally squeezing in from the edge of the crowd, Mao Mi heard someone behind him sneering and sarcastic: "It seems that he is just a young actor, and he wants to see this in delusion, it's really ridiculous."

Mao Mi smiled indifferently, and walked a few steps forward, only to hear the chattering discussions behind him stop abruptly.

It turned out that the two gatekeepers surrounded him cordially, without Mao Mi saying a word, one of them was separated to take him up.It wasn't until he disappeared on the stairs that those people rioted like being struck by lightning.Julian, who was besieged, was even more stunned, and kept muttering: "I just said...they look alike."

The man in the waistcoat who led the way looked to be in his 50s or [-]s, and he was extremely gentle, but he looked at Mao Mi with a rare warmth: "Xiao Mi, we haven't seen each other for a long time, the boss and I miss you very much." .”

Mao Mi sniffled, suppressing his excitement, "Uncle Qin, long time no see."

"Hey... Hey, I've missed this title for many years. The boss actually misses you very much, but he's too busy... Well, I shouldn't say these things, he's inside, go in quickly. "Qin Heng choked up and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's get together later."

"Okay." After Mao Mi said, he didn't push the door for a long time. He turned his face and saw Qin Heng's encouraging eyes. After a while, he made up his mind and pushed the door open.

In the warm suite, a man in a black shirt was standing in front of the canvas to paint. His hair was a little long and tied into a short ponytail at the back of his head. His face was clean and handsome, looking a bit downcast. The charm of the painter, only a few fine lines at the end of the eyes show his experience and age.

Hearing the sound, Amy's brush flicked and fell to the ground.

He didn't dare to look up.

Just staring at the canvas, he cautiously trembled and said, "...Xiao...Xiao Mi."

"Dad." Mao Mi suddenly calmed down a lot and called him calmly.

"Xiao Mi..." The man wiped his face, mustered up the courage to turn around, "Dad, I'm sorry."

Mao Mi shook her head, walked a few steps closer, looked at the face that hadn't been seen for many years but hadn't changed much, and wanted to say it was okay, but she couldn't say it anyway.

He wanted to forgive, but after all, he couldn't forgive so easily.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting lower and lower, Mao Mi simply changed the subject: "Mom didn't come?"

"Her, she was delayed elsewhere, and she won't arrive until tomorrow." The man received the communication as soon as he finished speaking, and the voice on the other end of his brain was particularly energetic: "Mao Dahu! Let me tell you, if you don't entertain my son today Okay, I won’t be named Lu unless I come here tomorrow and pick your bones and make wine!” After threatening, he hurriedly hung up the phone and went back to work.

After freezing for a moment, Mao Mi laughed first, every time he heard his mother call him Mao Dahu, he wanted to laugh.

Ai Mi's real name is actually Mao Hu, because he wanted to get rid of the impression of a cat and choose a majestic and majestic one. As a result, Lu Yumei called him Mao Dahu every time.

Interrupted by this, the embarrassing atmosphere eased a bit, Mao Hu also smiled, took Mao Mi to sit on the sofa, and poured him a glass of his favorite juice: "Dad wants to live here In the past few months, you..."

Mao Mi resolutely refused: "I also have a job."

"Oh... yes, yes." Mao Hu was not discouraged when his first proposal was rejected, and asked again, "How are you doing recently, your mother and I are too busy these days, and we haven't had much time with you." Contact... oh."

"Very good." Mao Mi lowered her head and stirred the juice with a small spoon. "Acting is very interesting."

"I watched it, I watched it, Yumei and I watched your movie, and invited everyone to watch it together." Mao Hu's stupid father smirked, "You acted very well."

Mao Mi also smiled.

"We haven't seen each other for so long. There must be a lot to say tonight. You haven't eaten yet. I'll cook for you first." Mao Hu stood up at a loss and was about to go to the kitchen. Mao Mi hurriedly followed: " I'll help you."

"No, no, you're quite tired just after you came here today."

"It's okay." Mao Mi gently took the apron and tied it on him. "We can chat while cooking."

Mao Hu's eye sockets were already wet, and at this moment, a line of tears flowed down. He quickly turned his face to cover it up, wiped away the tears behind Mao Mi's back, and said with a forced smile, "Okay, okay, let's cook together."

Xu thought of the scene of Mao Mi cooking by himself when he was a child. Mao Hu's guilt overwhelmed him at this moment, he almost obeyed Mao Mi's words and made him willing to do anything.

This night may not be a good enough night, but it is also an opportunity to release ice, and it is a reunion that they have been looking for for many years.