After being teased by a half-breed brother

Zhao Qingyang was twirling the melon-skin hat with thick braids like a handkerchief, and saw Gao Er and Liao Zefan coming in, and immediately dialed Joey's phone number. up and down.

"Mr. Gao, long time no see." Zhao Qingyang walked over with a smile on his face and held out his hand.

"Long time no see!" Gore stretched out his hand, his face still cold.

Zhao Qingyang didn't mind, because in his understanding, this painter named Gore had such a cold facial paralysis.

"Fan, who is this?"

Joey walked over at this time, and put his hands into Liao Zefan's arms naturally. After all, he has filmed scenes before, so he doesn't need to teach him anything. His expressions and eyes are all in place.

Liao Zefan patted Joey's hand lightly, "This is...Mr. Gore."

"Hello, Mr. Goyle."

Joey extended his hand to Gore very politely, "I know, Mr. Gore's "Paris at Sunset" is very famous."

Zhao Qingyang looked at Gore who was introduced over there. Since the appearance of Joey, his eyes were sharp like a knife, and he stabbed into Joey's other hand that fell in the crook of Liao Zefan's arm.

As for the hand that Joey stretched out, he didn't mean to shake it at all.

Zhao Qingyang quickly poked Gore, and Mr. Gore reacted and stretched out his hand with a rare smile on his face.

In Zhao Qingyang's eyes, this smile is not as good as the cold face towards him. Gao Er's smug smile only slightly raised half of his face, which is not a kind smile at all.

Sure enough, Gore let go of that hand and asked, "Do you understand my painting?"

Although Joey has a high emotional intelligence, since he filmed a literary film and won the Best Newcomer Award, he posted good words and sentences in various books on his Weibo every day, as if this was the case. This kind of thing, how to show that you have a high style if you don't pretend to be aggressive.

"Of course!"

Joey's brazenness back then was no less than that person's brazenness when he was idle back then.

"Okay, it's rare for me to meet another bosom friend."

At this moment, Gao Er looked away from Liao Zefan's hand in that arm, and looked up at Mr. Liao Zefan. Mr. Liao Zefan felt guilty and moved elsewhere.

"Then Mr. Joe, can you tell me what you can see from that pair of "Paris at Sunset"?" Gore asked after him.

"Uh~~~"

Joey rolled his eyes, "In Mister's eyes, Paris at sunset is golden and very warm. It can be seen that you like Paris very much."

Zhao Qingyang was listening, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, "Nonsense!"

If it was him, he would be able to say it.

These words are a universal template, and they are placed in the place where the scene is described. They express the author's love for the scene through some kind of description.

Articles are applicable, and it is estimated that paintings are also applicable.

Goyle smiled, then asked, "Is there anything else?"

other?What else?

Joey frowned, in order to show that he was tall, and then pretended to be aggressive. He couldn’t answer this question, but he could do Tai Chi and said lightly, “Mr. painter, Mr. Van Gogh's "Sunflowers."

"does it matter?"

Goyle looked at him, "Am I asking about my painting?"

hmm~~

Joey lowered his head and smiled dryly, "Your paintings have shocked me too much, I have to think about it."

What a fart!

This empty barnyard who is strong at home and abroad is dripping with sweat in his heart, but he really doesn't want to forget it. After all, bragging to the outside world, knowing the painter Gore is also very helpful for his stardom.

Liao Zefan looked up at Gore at this moment, and happened to meet the icicles in the man's eyes, through the icicles in his eyes, he understood that a certain person was sincerely embarrassing.

Naturally, he couldn't let Joey be humiliated, so he quickly put on a smile, "Oh, if you two want to talk about art, you can talk privately later, let's hang out now, let's relax and have fun."

Then he looked at Zhao Qingyang, Zhao Qingyang pretended not to see it, and moved his eyes elsewhere, he really wanted to see what would happen next.

He was completely indifferent to Joey at the beginning, mainly because Lin Luo, Lin Luo was in his ear, and he often said that he didn't want to see this Joey. After hearing too much, he naturally felt a little disgusted with Joey in his heart. But it's not like Lin Luo, who saw it and didn't want to say a word.

At this time, Gore cast a gaze with an ice knife on Liao Zefan, but there was a smile in the corner of his eyes, "Mr. Liao, it's rare for me to meet a bosom friend. Don't bother me, okay?"

".Yes, Van."

Zhao Qingyang followed, "If you stop me like this, it would be meaningless."

That Joey didn't want to stop there, and hurriedly said, "Yeah, it's rare that Mr. Gore and I talked like this."

Liao Zefan, "...then everyone please go ahead!"

Now it makes him look like a different person inside.

Gore then looked at Joey aggressively, "Mr. Joe, keep talking!"

"This... this...."

With a faint smile on Joey's face, the sweat in his heart almost turned into a rainstorm.

"Of course there is."

At this time, a voice sounded behind itself, as if a ray of light split the rainy day in Joey's heart, and at the same time disrupted the whole scene.

Lan Yangyan and Gu Feng came.

Of course, it wasn't Gu Feng who said this, this guy was only interested in cars.

Lan Yang smiled and handed a glass of champagne to Gore, "Paris under the setting sun is golden, full of vitality, and hopeful. It doesn't mean that everything is over when the sun sets."

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Joey hurriedly said.

But now, who cares about him.

"yes?"

Gore lightly touched Lan Yangyan's wine glass, "I didn't refer to Mr. Van Gogh's "Sunflower"."

Lan Yangyan smiled, "Of course you can't refer to it. I know it. On that day, the sunset in Paris was like that. When I saw your painting, I felt it. Such a real light of hope."

"To tell you the truth, when I was studying in France, I felt that life was very difficult for a while, and suddenly I saw your paintings, as if the two veins of Ren and Du were opened up, so I gritted my teeth and persisted. So, I have to thank you .”

After all, Lan Yangyan drank a glass of wine in one gulp.

This time, I really met a bosom friend. Mr. Gore, who was particularly stingy with his smile, showed the joy of meeting a bosom friend, and drank it down, "You really understand."

As the name suggests, someone is fake.