I was dedicated by the female lead to the male lead

On the second day of the art exhibition, Xia Xiaomu went to Century Commercial Building early to ask yesterday's visitors about Xia Qianbai's works.Entering the lobby, I saw a few more posters of Xia Qianbai posted in a very eye-catching position.

He was overjoyed, and hurriedly took the elevator to the Service Department of the Art Exhibition Center on the 58th floor.I asked the staff.Sure enough, the response to Xia Qianbai's works was overwhelming yesterday, with seven works participating in the auction.

And many guests came to ask who Xia Qianbai was, including two very famous oil painting dealers.

Therefore, the members of the association also paid more attention to Xia Qianbai's works, not only strengthened the publicity, but also placed Xia Qianbai's personal profile and work introduction on the webpage in a more prominent position.

Very good!

Xia Xiaomu watched in surprise. The staff showed him the auction status sheet. There were seven works, and the highest one had already been auctioned for 6 yuan.

Several other works also ranged from around [-] yuan.

A person like Xia Qianbai who is unknown in the circle of painters can get such a response on the first day, which is beyond Xia Xiaomu's expectation.

After all, the next two days are still weekends, and more visitors will be ushered in.

He immediately sent the good news to Xia Qianbai, and even took photos of the seven works that were auctioned, along with the auction price, and sent them over.

In the auction status table, Zhou Tingsheng ranked first.

This person, when he was in the Qingjun Cup, publicly called out Xia Xiaomu to take Xia Xiaomu as his apprentice, so Xia Xiaomu looked over curiously.

His work "Oasis" has been auctioned for 60 yuan, which is the highest price among all the exhibited works participating in the auction.

The works exhibited by Xie Yu and Xie Wen are to increase the popularity of this art exhibition and attract more visitors. It is a friendly exhibition and does not participate in the auction.

Therefore, in this art exhibition, Zhou Tingsheng's works have become the most concerned works of art dealers and collectors.

Xia Xiaomu sighed: "It's really worthy of being a master. I must go to watch the work of the teacher next week."

Just in time, Zhang Heran came in, heard Xia Xiaomu's words, and said to him: "Mr. Xiao Xia, you are a step too late. Teacher Zhou's painting has just been withdrawn, and this painting "Oasis" Mr. Zhou is no longer for sale."

"Not for sale? Why?"

Zhang Heran shook his head regretfully and said: "Yes, a friend has taken a fancy to it, and is going to give it to a friend directly."

He laughed again: "I really want to congratulate Mr. Xiao Xia. Your father's works were very popular yesterday. I believe that after these two days, your father's worth will be defined in terms of art."

The quality of the work determines the worth of a painter, and similarly, the worth also affects the price of the work.

The better the work, the higher the price.

The higher the price, the higher the value of the work.

If one of Xia Qianbai's works sells for around 6 yuan in three days, no work of the same size and theme will be sold for less than [-] yuan in the future.

But at present, there are more than one that can be sold, and the price is not only [-].

Xia Xiaomu's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment and joy: Finally, a pure artist like Xia Qianbai was no longer dusty, and gradually appeared in the world.

After Xia Qianbai received Xia Xiaomu's message, he quickly called him back: "Xiao Mu, is the "Running Girl" that was bid for the rapeseed field?"

The names of Xia Qianbai's works were all given by Xia Xiaomu, and he said little by little: "What's wrong?"

Xia Qianbai was slightly troubled: "...I don't know, you brought that painting with you, yes, can you not sell that painting?"

Xia Xiaomu was taken aback for a moment, and then agreed: "Of course, I'll have someone remove it right away."

Xia Qianbai's works are basically works of the impressionistic school of nature such as mountains, rivers and pastoral scenery, wind, rain, thunder, lightning and snow.Very few characters show up.

There is only a girl running in the rapeseed field in that painting, so that painting should have a special meaning to Xia Qianbai.

Xia Xiaomu hung up the phone and quickly told Zhang Heran about it.

Zhang Heran: "Oh, why are the two paintings being withdrawn early this morning? I have to report to the higher-ups. I also have to communicate and apologize to the auctioneers."

Xia Xiaomu: "I'm sorry, it's my side that caused the trouble. If you give me the phone number of the auctioneer, I will personally apologize."

Zhang Heran was also dumbfounded when someone found out the bidder's information.

--- Xie Wen.

How could a master like Xie Wen buy Xia Qianbai's works? !

While Xia Xiaomu was surprised, she also became worried.It doesn't matter who buys it, but Professor Xie.

Professor Xie not only instructed him to paint, but also recommended him to participate in this exhibition.

And if she hadn't brought the old man over to see Xia Qianbai's works yesterday, and let the old man know the value of Xia Qianbai's works, the exhibition would not have been able to go on.

Xie Wen helped him so much, Xia Xiaomu was very grateful.I also want to express my thanks after the exhibition is over.

But I really didn't expect Xie Wen to fall in love with Xia Qianbai's painting and even participate in the auction.How could he tell her that this painting was no longer for sale.

Zhang Heran also persuaded him: "Why don't you call your father to communicate."

Xia Xiaomu hesitated for a while, and finally called Xia Qianbai and explained the situation.

Xia Qianbai hesitated for a while:

"That is to thank your teacher well. How about this? You can ask her what style she likes, and I can draw another better one for her. But the rapeseed field... Dad really can't sell it."

It seems that this painting is really meaningful, but if Xia Qianbai wants to paint another one for Xie Wen, it will be much easier for Xie Wen to explain.

Xia Xiaomu: "Then I'll go talk to Professor Xie, I think she can understand..."

"What did you say her last name was?"

Xia Qianbai interrupted him suddenly and asked eagerly.

"Her surname is Xie, and her name is Xie Wen. She is a very powerful painter. Oh, by the way, Professor Xie said that she knows you. Do you know her?"

"Bang" sound,

There was a loud noise from the other end of the phone, and Xia Xiaomu frowned in shock, and hurriedly put the phone away from her ear.

He quickly put it in his ear and asked, "Dad, are you okay?"

"...No, it's okay, the phone fell on the ground."

Xia Qianbai's voice also became anxious: "Xiao Mu, don't sell that painting, just give it to her, to your Teacher Xie."

The attitude reversed so much that Xia Xiaomu nodded in confusion: "...OK."

Xia Xiaomu is someone Lu Lao especially needs to take care of, and Xie Wenyou is a celebrity invited by the association to help out.

Xia Xiaomu wanted to give the exhibited works directly to Xie Wen, so the association would naturally not make trouble.

After Zhang Heran communicated with the one above him on the phone, he asked someone to take down the painting and hand it over to Xia Xiaomu.

It happened that Xie Wen also came over today, so Xia Xiaomu went to the lounge to ask her to give her a painting.

When they entered, Xie Wen was chatting with a man, and Xia Xiaomu knew him.It was Zhou Tingsheng.

Xie Wen motioned Xia Xiaomu to sit down first, and continued to talk to Zhou Tingsheng with a smile: "I feel that this painting by Mr. Zhou is different from your previous style. May I ask when did Mr. Zhou draw it?"

Zhou Tingsheng laughed awkwardly: "Professor Xie, you still pay attention to my works. It's really an honor for Zhou, but that painting is no longer for sale. I came here today to get it back."

"Why didn't you sell it? Someone paid such a high price to buy it. What a pity"

Zhou Tingsheng: "What a pity, it is simply incomparable with Professor Xie's works, and Professor Xie is so interested."

Xie Wen smiled: "I really like the style of "Oasis", and this painting is very different from Mr. Zhou's previous painting style. I am curious why Mr. Zhou's style has changed so much."

Zhou Tingsheng: "I painted it when I was young, about 10 years ago. Compared with now, it's a little raw, which makes you laugh, Professor Xie."

Xie Wen: "Ten years ago, but I think your painting is unique, and it is not inferior to Mr. Zhou's current work at all."

Xie Wen still wanted to ask, but Zhou Tingsheng obviously didn't want to continue on this topic.He made an excuse and left in a hurry.

After Xia Xiaomu and Xie Wen were left in the lounge, Xia Xiaomu held the painting in her hand and handed it to Xie Wen:

"Professor Xie, my father just found out that you wanted to buy his painting and asked me to give it to you. I also want to thank you for taking care of me during this time, and I hope you will accept it.

Xie Wen's smile froze slightly, she did not refuse, took the picture frame, stood on the table and put one hand on it: "Your father...does he often sell paintings?"

Xia Xiaomu nodded embarrassedly:

"It can be regarded as a living, but he doesn't know the value of his paintings at all. He sells as much as others pay. Over the years, I don't know how many paintings he has sold."

Xie Wen sighed, and said: "Don't let him sell like this in the future, it's a pity."

Xia Xiaomu: "I know, in the future, I will try my best to sell his works through art exhibitions."

Xie Wen looked at him and asked, "Are you... are you going to move here?"

"Yes, tomorrow." Xia Xiaomu smiled and explained to Xie Wen:

"But my dad basically stays at home every day. If you meet him near home and he doesn't say hello to you, please don't mind, he didn't mean it. My dad...he has social phobia. "

"What did you say?!"

Xie Wen asked in surprise.

She frowned, as if thinking of something, her face gradually turned pale, and her voice trembled slightly: "He, when did he have this disease?"

Xia Xiaomu was surprised by her reaction.

Still seriously explained: "I don't know either, it must have been there when I was young, and I have his medical certificate from 20 years ago at home..."

After coming out of the lounge, Xia Xiaomu was suspicious.

When Xie Wen heard that Xia Qianbai had a mental illness, her expression became very sad, as if she was about to cry.

Every time I came into contact with Xie Wen before, I always acted strangely, as if I was holding back huge emotions.

Moreover, the painting "Running Girl" is very meaningful to Xia Qianbai.

But when he heard that Xie Wen wanted to buy it, he immediately said to give her the painting.

Did the two of them have anything.

Xia Xiaomu immediately called Xia Qianbai: "Dad, do you know Professor Xie?"

On the other end of the phone, a low voice answered him: "I know. You have to be nice to her, listen to her words, listen to her teachings, and don't make her angry..."

Xia Xiaomu was surprised: "You... have a good relationship before?"

Xia Qianbai did not answer directly, but said slowly: "...I will tell you slowly after I go back."

Xia Xiaomu could hear that Xia Qianbai was driving and couldn't keep calling, so she finally said to him: "Oh, by the way, Dad. Our family is next door to Professor Xie's. I also told her about your situation."

After a long time, Xia Qianbai said, "...I see."

Today is Xia Xiaomu's last day staying at Lu Jinghan's house. Although the house is very close, it is considered a move after all. Aunt Wang is still busy in the kitchen, preparing a sumptuous meal for Xia Xiaomu.

Lu Jinghan also came back very early, and the four of them reunited in the restaurant, eating and chatting until very late before going back to the room to rest.

Not long after Xia Xiaomu returned to the house, Lu Jinghan came in with a box in his hand.

Xia Xiaomu glanced at him, continued to lie on the bed, and checked the information on the art exhibition on the association's official website: "What did you take?"

Lu Jinghan walked over, opened the box and put it next to the pillow and asked him in a low voice, "Do you still want to eat?"

Xia Xiaomu took a look: ...

Butter cake.

Two! !