Warm and respectful people

After Xia Wen came back from Haicheng, He Wente approved her a day's vacation. She slept all morning, and Shen Anan took her to go shopping and eat in the afternoon.

After graduating from the piano major of Shen An'an Conservatory of Music, he became a jobless vagrant. He occasionally took part in some activities and uploaded videos.

The two were pushing a shopping cart, Shen Anan threw a bag of potato chips into it, and swiped his phone while walking.

The imported supermarket is located in the core area of ​​the bustling business district, with a huge flow of people, but a small footprint. The shelves are filled with densely packed goods, which are colorful and look very lively.

When Xia Wen took out a box of yogurt from the freezer, Shen An'an, who was looking at the phone, exclaimed in a low voice.

"God."

Xia Wen turned his head: "Is it because the male god you have a crush on has a new partner?"

Shen Anan glanced at her displeasedly, walked in front of her, and pointed his mobile phone interface at Xia Wen.

"Can you spot the person in this photo?"

The photo was not very clear, but Xia Wen quickly recognized the characters in it, Shen Xueyu and Lin Weiwei.

At the entrance of Haicheng Art Museum, at night.

A group of people stood chatting by the door. Shen Xueyu was wearing a shirt and trousers, and a slim black windbreaker. Although she was wearing a mask and glasses, she couldn't see her face clearly, but her high nose bridge and smooth jawline were perfectly fine. People can feel her superior appearance, and her elite temperament is obvious.Compared with Shen Xueyu's coldness, Lin Weiwei's black slim backless dress and a fringed sweater on her arm looked charming and enchanting.

The two people are not standing close to each other, but there is a strange harmony in one picture.

The chatting crowd became the backdrop for the two of them.

Xia Wen blinked his eyes calmly, without any waves in his eyes.

Shen An'an, who just discovered the big news, was a little unhappy: "I found it when I checked the news just now. Everyone was guessing who the person next to Lin Weiwei was, and even commented that Su's leg was about to break. So they don't know my sister The real face is a group of face control."

Xia Wen pushed the shopping cart forward, picked some biscuits from the shelf and threw them back into the shopping cart.

"Wen Wen, tell me, why did my sister hook up with Lin Weiwei?" Shen Anan asked curiously.

Hook up is a good word to use.

Xia Wen lowered his head and put the extra box of strawberry-flavored biscuits back on the shelf: "How do I know, she and I have no blood relationship."

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The two went home after afternoon tea.Xia Wen went upstairs with a large bag of things, and when he reached the door, he saw a courier knocking on his door.

She took out the key: "This is my courier?"

The courier heard the voice behind him, turned his head, reported her mobile phone number and name, and checked her ID number before handing over the item to her.

"Please sign for it."

Xia Wen took a pen and wrote his signature flamboyantly, and entered the door with the square express box in his arms.

While changing the slippers, she put the courier and keys on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and then carried the plastic bags to the refrigerator to sort them.

The refrigerator was filled again. She rolled up her sleeves and cleaned the room thoroughly. When her back was sore, she poured out the dirty water in the mop bucket, and after a brief cleaning, the sunset glow in the sky covered the entire sky.

The days in Haicheng are always lively and humid, while the days in Nancheng are drier and quieter.

When I went out to take out the garbage at night and came back, Xia Wen only thought about the delivery that I received in the afternoon.

Put the box on the floor, cut it open with a knife, and then Lin Weiwei's painting appeared in front of her.

Her first realization was that this was a fake, which was sent to her by a publishing house or exhibition planner she knew before.

After unpacking all the packages, she put the painting on the dining table, turned on the light to the maximum, and carefully looked at the details of the brush strokes for a while.

When feeling that the handicrafts are now as accurate as the real ones, a bold idea rushed into her mind.

Will this be authentic?

The next second the thought rushed into her head, she thought of the quotation that Lin Yunshen had sent her, and the frenzy subsided again.

The real thing is still too expensive.

Xia Wen spent half an hour doing mental construction for herself, and finally put the painting in the glass display case in the living room, which contained all kinds of artworks she had collected.

She bent down to pick up the paper bag garbage on the ground, and when she was about to tear off her personal information, she saw the delivery address on it.

Impressively, there are several large characters written in Haicheng Art Museum.

How high is the probability that the place that is holding Lin Weiwei's special exhibition will send her a counterfeit?

Xia Wen's eyelids twitched, it was almost zero, and it was even more impossible to produce imitations that were not masterpieces, so there was only one answer.

This painting is real.

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When Shen Xueyu got out of the high-speed railway station, Jiang Chuan had already driven over.

She put her few luggage into the trunk and sat in the back seat.

"Teacher, everyone in our lab has listened to your report at Haicheng University online. It's really amazing. I don't know how the cooperation will go in the future?"

Shen Xueyu: "It's settled, you and Lin Qi will go there when the time comes, the optical and magnetic equipment in the laboratory over there is more accurate than ours."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was an extra message on her phone.

Open it, it was sent by Xia Wen.

"Did you really send me Lin Weiwei's real painting?"

Shen Xueyu replied: "Got it? Do you like it?"

After half a minute, the news came in again.

Shen Xueyu stared at the one-word reply in confusion.

"Ah."

what does huh mean?

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Within a week, Shen An'an found Xia Wen again, she had just come out of the shower.

"Wen Wen, come to my house on weekends to attend my mother's birthday party. She fell ill six months ago. My mother wants to have a lively and lively event at home. Let me invite you to join me."

Lin Yi has always been kind to Xia Wen. When she was a child, she made up lessons at Shen's house, and later she went to other places to study and occasionally sent her some daily necessities.Lin Yi knew that she lost her mother when she was a child, and because she grew up with Shen An'an, she took more care of her.

She should attend this banquet, so she finally agreed.

After hanging up the phone, she sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her wet hair with a towel, looking down at her white toes.

She actually wanted to ask if Shen Xueyu would participate, but when the words came to her lips, she realized that whether Shen Xueyu went or not, it had nothing to do with her.

After all, judging from the present, the two people will still have some intersections in a short period of time.

On Friday afternoon, after get off work, Xia Wen went to the publishing house to participate in the creators' meeting before the album was published, mainly to put forward some ideas and opinions on the sample issue.

The publishing house is located in the old town of Nancheng. There are many buildings from the Republic of China period. Inside the old walls may be mansions from the last century.

The taxi stopped at an intersection with an upward slope, and the driver first typed the ticket: "Little girl, you can go straight along this street for 300 meters and the left-hand side is there. The car can't get on."

Xia Wen closed the car door and walked up. On both sides were small local specialty shops, full of fireworks in the market, and the green vines on the gray walls were gradually withering. She walked for a while and stopped at the door with the words "Publishing House".

Through the low iron gate, you can see the internal scenery. First, there is a large green garden, and then there seems to be an open space decorated with floor-to-ceiling glass.

Xia Wen opened the door and went in, walked through the garden, and came to the hall. There was already a group of people sitting around the long table inside, many of whom Xia Wen had heard about, but did not know.

The editor who had contacted her last called her to a seat.

There were more than a dozen people present, some of whom were well-known, and she was the youngest and least senior among them. When the others got to know each other, Xia Wen just sat quietly on the sidelines.The art circle is notoriously high and low, without fame and masterpieces, of course no one cares about it.

When it was almost 6 o'clock, someone looked at the time on the phone and said, "Is it almost time for everyone to come?"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded, and one of them made a joke: "There is still one Lin Weiwei missing."

After finishing speaking, the person who spoke and everyone laughed.

"How could Lin Weiwei participate in our seminar? She's busy."

"Yes, the special exhibition in Haicheng has just ended."

"Although I can't see it, I still have to thank her. Without her name, our album would not be published."

The organizer of the publishing color saw that there were almost enough people, so he sent a sample issue to everyone's desktop, and then called all the editors in charge to discuss it one by one.

"I have also sent the electronic version to everyone before. You can take a look at the sample, mainly to see if there are any mistakes in the details of the title and time of the work."

A group of people buried their heads in the pages of books, and the open living room on the first floor seemed very quiet.

Xia Wen brought post-it notes herself, found her own part, some small missing details, she pasted them with transparent post-it notes with color, she knew that those edits were not easy, even if it was a bit difficult for her to organize these pictures by herself The place will not be too detailed, so this is also to save time for the editors.

While she was seriously posting, she heard the commotion of the crowd around her.

It was whispering at first, then the volume gradually became louder, and finally some people couldn't control it.

"Is it really Lin Weiwei?"

"No way, I actually saw a real person?"

Hearing the discussion of the people around her, Xia Wen also stopped the movement of her hands. She pressed the thick pages of the book, then raised her head and followed the eyes of everyone.

The woman wearing a black knit skirt and Martin boots found an empty seat and sat down, then took off the sunglasses that covered most of her face.

Lin Weiwei greeted with a smile, "Hello, everyone." She was familiar with the surprise and joy in the eyes of the people in front of her.

The current art world is relatively in decline, and high art is gradually marginalized, but those who are marginalized are the vast majority of middle and bottom practitioners in this field, and those at the top of the pyramid gather almost all the attention.

Lin Weiwei is undoubtedly the one at the top, and it is obvious to everyone here that if they can catch up with people in her circle, the road ahead will be different.

At this moment, the tricks that everyone was following were also very simple, but they were just praising Lin Weiwei's works.

The most frequently mentioned one is her recent figure painting.In the past one or two years, Lin Weiwei's abstract painting style encountered a creative bottleneck, and many critics began to bad-mouth the fall of her star, but the appearance of this painting can be regarded as a relatively beautiful turnaround.

Many people are very curious about the people in the painting.

Lin Weiwei tapped the wooden tabletop with the sunglasses in her hand, and everyone's voices quieted down.

She looked around at the people and asked, "Which one is Xia Wen?"