My years as a menswear boss

Just as Jiqiu stepped into the gate of the art exhibition, the first thing he saw was the huge landscape painting in the center, which is very typical of the Barbizon school.

This school of painting is far less famous than Impressionism in later generations, but it is the enlightenment teacher of Impressionism.

At the beginning of the nineteenth century, Paris happened to be the place where the Classical School and the Romantic School were in full swing. There was a group of undisciplined painters who did not want to participate in the disputes between the two schools. They left the bustling big city and came to the breath of nature. Thick country begins to create.

The village where they live is located in the small town of Fontainebleau on the outskirts of Paris. The name of the village is Barbizon Village, hence the name of the painting school.

"I'm so glad you can come!" With a smile on his face, Gao Se stepped forward to give Jiqiu a big bear hug, "I thought you would only send your own paintings."

"Why do you think so?" The young painter looked puzzled.

"This...you must be prepared to be criticized by those old antiques."

Gauther coughed lightly in a concealed manner. He looked around and made sure that all the guests were watching the exhibition before lowering his voice, "Your paintings are too advanced for them, and your remarks will inevitably be controversial."

"Oh?" Jiqiu blinked and looked at the crowd around him.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit walked past her, cursing, "The painting is not as good as my three-year-old son, what is going on in Luo Xi's mind?!"

Jiqiu turned her head to look at his back, raised her eyebrows, "Is he a Paris art dealer?"

"Uh... one of the most famous art dealers in Paris." Gauther stroked the stubble on his chin, and he searched for some pitiful words of comfort from his mind, "Don't pay too much attention to what those people say, even if it's just you I care about your painting, this painting is also worthy of being exhibited."

"Ah, thank you." Jiqiu shrugged helplessly, she was already mentally prepared, "Aren't you going to take me to see your paintings?"

"It's right behind you." Gose raised his chin to signal, he saw an art dealer take a look at his painting, the latter wrinkled his face and walked away.

"It seems that we are treated the same." Jiqiu couldn't help laughing. What Gao Se exhibited was a portrait of a girl, and then his face froze when he saw the next painting, "This is it."

"This is our housemaid who cleans the house." Gose replied flatly.

Jiqiu took a closer look at the pure white and flawless ketone body, with rich colors on it. From an artistic point of view, it is indeed a good painting. She suddenly realized, "What's your wife's reaction?"

"Oh, don't mention it. She had a big fight with me, and we haven't spoken a word since the painting was finished."

Gao Se sighed heavily, "I have obviously replaced the maid according to her will."

Jiqiu thought of a book written by a British writer in later generations called "The Moon and Sixpence". The protagonist in the book seems to be Gorse, "You can bring her a bouquet of roses and ask her to forgive you."

Gorther frowned and shook his head, "No, dear Rosie, I have decided to give up this marriage."

"Huh?" Jiqiu was choked up by this scumbag's speech, and her eyes showed disapproval, "Family and art can coexist."

"These are far inferior to the road in my heart for me." Gao Se immediately replied, he is a prodigal son by nature, never stays for women, never has the idea of ​​being responsible in his heart, he is for the so-called freedom And dreams, willing to abandon everything, even his own life.

"Then what about your child?"

"I'm going to keep all my money and leave with paint."

Jiqiu felt that she was blocked in one breath, and she couldn't even find a point to persuade him from Gao Se. He would not pay attention to anything except painting, and he was an existence that could be discarded. His whole body All emotions from top to bottom are poured into the work.

But in the face of the outside world, there is very little affection for charity, which can be called a cold and selfish existence.

Gao Se didn't notice Jiqiu's silence, he said to himself, "Vincent wrote me a letter a few days ago, he wanted me to move to Provence to live with him, but I'm going to Ta Citi."

Jiqiu took the letter from Gao Se, "Has Vincent settled down in Arles?"

"It seems so. He lives alone now. If you are free, you can go and accompany him."

Gorther rarely showed his sincerity. He scratched the curly hair on the top of his head, "He often said in letters that he was lonely. If he wanted me, I wish no one would disturb me and give me a quiet place to create."

"Really? When he writes to me, he describes interesting things."

Jiqiu opened the envelope and glanced at it. The letter was very thick, and it could be seen that Vincent had been eager to talk to people.

"Okay, I'll leave tomorrow to see him." She folded up the letter and put it in her pocket.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Gauther felt relaxed, so he went to chat with another painter.

"I tried to persuade him too." Moran's voice sounded behind Jiqiu.

Jiqiu turned around and looked at the plainly dressed Moran, "But he won't listen, no one can shake his decision."

"Yes." Moran shrugged, "In terms of art, he will maintain the art in everyone's heart, but in other respects, he will be very indifferent."

"I know." Ji Qiu replied softly.

"By the way, Aurora is getting engaged next month. Can you come to her engagement ceremony?" Moran hesitated for a moment, but still made an invitation.

"I'm free next month, I can go." Jiqiu nodded thinking of that very attractive girl, "I will prepare a gift for Miss Moran."

Moran's heart sank, and he quickly smiled politely, "Aurora will be very happy."

He knew that his daughter was in love with this young and promising painter, but it was a pity that their family was only a commoner, and Mr. Luo Xi was a nobleman, so they were destined not to be together.

In order to prevent his daughter from getting involved, he asked his wife to help her find a suitable marriage partner.

After Aurora knew her parents' intentions, she gave up completely. She buried the pearl necklace given by the young man under the poplar tree in front of her house, and at the same time buried her initial throbbing.

She chose a merchant's second son for engagement from among those introduced by her mother, and the embarrassment of the Moran family was alleviated.

After the exhibition, Jiqiu returned home and told Dantès that he wanted to go to Provence, "We will go lightly, we only need to bring Jacob and Forrest."

"Everything is up to your decision." Dantès said gently. He thought that the art gallery was under construction, and the movement was getting bigger and bigger every day. It would be good to let Simon leave for a while, "But Jacob, I have something to send Do it for him, let's take Ali."

"Okay, it's just right to hand over the cat and donkey to Grossi." Jiqiu thought for a while and agreed.

A group of people took the train to Provence, Jiqiu sat on the leather sofa, she touched the wall of the carriage, "Is it first class?"

"What? This is the first first-class cabin." Dantès didn't want his cub to become stinky, so putting it in a separate box was the best choice.

"Shouldn't this kind of box be booked long ago?"

Jiqiu once rubbed against the detective teacher in the first-class carriage. The ticket was booked four or five days in advance, or the back door for the small staff.

"I bought it at ten times the price." Dantès replied.

Jiqiu felt his heart ache again, and the stinginess in Simon Roxi's nature emerged, "Dad, this is too much money, if you say so, we can leave later."

"Don't you really want to see your friend?"

Jiqiu hesitated for a moment, "...I don't think so."

When they arrived in Arles, Jiqiu was about to let Forrest find a clean hotel, but was stopped by Dantès.

"I've bought a country house and we can live there."

Jiqiu took a deep breath, feeling the generosity of her old father for a long time, "That's really great."

After resting for one night in the newly bought country house by Dantès, Jiqiu went to the address given by Vincent, and she noticed the conspicuous yellow house at a glance.

"He's still the same as before." Jiqiu thought of the place Vincent rented in Paris, and she went to the bottom of the house, where there was a set of wooden tables and chairs with sunflowers piled on top.

"It looks like it's newly picked." Jiqiu picked up a bunch of sunflowers and wiped off the dew from the petals. "It seems that his latest model is this."

"Who's there?!" Vander stood at the door, watching two people appear in his yard, his body tensed up instantly, until the young man in the lead turned around, and a bright smile appeared on his face immediately, "Simon!"

"I'm here to see you." Jiqiu put down the sunflower, stepped forward and hugged Vincent.

"How's it going here?" Vander asked expectantly.

Jiqiu nodded her head vigorously, "Great."

"I want to turn this place into a painter's utopia. Although there is nothing valuable in it, it will bring people the warmest feeling."

Vander walked in front and said, he pushed open the door, the living room on the first floor was crowded with paintings, and there was only one path that could allow one person to go to the bedroom on the second floor, "I was about to write to you, but you came here unexpectedly La!"

"This is where the inspiration comes from. My brain is so full of things to draw that I can't wait to draw all day long."

"Those painters believed that they had painted the scenery of the south of France, but how could nature be imprisoned in a small painting."

Jiqiu took the milk tea from Fan De's hand, "You are right, Vincent."

"Just as there are always human beings who want to conquer nature beyond their means, I think nature and human beings coexist, and we should all live in harmony."

"I've been talking about mine, how's your art going, my friend?" Vander asked.

"It's not very good." Jiqiu took out the "Morning Post" that he bought that morning from his pocket, "Mr. Moran and some friends held an art exhibition in Paris, and I showed my favorite works. So far, Not a single painting sold."

"Don't give up. I believe your paintings are many years ahead. As long as the world's thoughts are raised, some people will appreciate your painting school." Vincent said comfortingly.

Jiqiu thought of Gao Se who had said the same thing to him, "No wonder Vincent and Gao Se can chat, but the two people are different in nature, and they will part ways in the end." '