The Pentium Era - South to North

The four of them went to the Tuxiangyuan Hotel. Xiaoshu was like a hungry beast, wolfing down the food. Yao Fen shouted from the side, "Slow down, slow down, Xiaoshu, eat slowly," but it was no use.

Zhang Chen sat on the edge, looking distressed. He thought that during the long process of creating this painting, Xiaoshu probably never had a good meal. If you ask him now what he had for dinner last night, he promises Not out.

When Xiaoshu was finally full and slowed down, Zhang Chen said to him, "I went to see the painting you painted. It's very good, Xiaoshu. I can guarantee that this painting will definitely cause a sensation." Yes, there will definitely be art museums and individuals who want to collect it, including your Academy of Fine Arts Art Museum, who will definitely want to collect it. Xiaoshu, I promise my brother-in-law, I won’t agree to anyone’s offer, no matter what the conditions.

"Can we just keep it as a collection of the Lakeside Oil Painting Museum and display it there all year round?" Zhang Chen asked.

Xiaoshu nodded and said yes, brother-in-law, I will also let my sister stay at home.

After dinner, everyone sang. Xiaoshu seldom sang, but today he ordered Zhang Chu’s "Sister" and roared at the top of his lungs.

Their father is not a jerk, but his sister is the sister sung in the song. When she sang "Oh, sister/Take me home/Hold my hand/I'm a little sleepy", Xiaoshu was already in tears. Flow all over face.

After singing, he lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

Xiaoshu's "Sister" participated in this year's National Oil Painting Exhibition. As Zhang Chen expected, it caused a sensation and won the silver medal in this oil painting exhibition, which was the second place. However, the shock it brought to people, And the heated discussion caused in the later period is even more famous than the gold medal.

So that when people later talk about this oil painting exhibition, they will only think of "Sister", the gold medal work, but they have been forgotten. It needs to be reminded that it was the same exhibition as "Sister".

Many people shed tears when they stood in front of such a large-format "Sister". Although they couldn't explain why, they were moved by "Sister". Some critics said bluntly:

"This is a perfect return to realism. In recent years, we have played too much with forms, images, and concepts. Art has indeed become a personalized creation, but it has also become a personal self-appreciation, becoming more and more distant from the audience. The further away you are, the audience is not a fool. When you try to fool them by pretending to be a ghost, they will immediately see your "Emperor's New Clothes" and your lack of sincerity.

"Stop pretending, so-called masters. In fact, you already lack the ability to speak directly to people's hearts like "Sister". Anyone who knows how to read can read a few imported theoretical books, and can talk about some nonsense and deconstruction. ism and separatism, but not everyone has the power to move people.”

After the National Oil Painting Exhibition, as expected, many art galleries came to discuss collection matters with Xiaoshu, and many auction companies came to discuss auction matters.

Xiaoshu looked at them and asked: "Sister, can I auction it? My sister just wants to go home."

"Sister" returned to the Lakeside Oil Painting Museum, and Zhao Xin specially placed it at the entrance to the museum. The first thing that every visitor to the Lakeside Oil Painting Museum sees when entering the oil painting museum is this "Sister".

There are also many people who come from far away just to see "Sister".

"Sister" is back home.

These are all things for later.

…

Before September 19th, He Hongmei returned to Hangzhou more than a week in advance. He Hongmei and Zhang Chen said that in the past, every time she went to Hangzhou, she felt like she was back. Now, this feeling is even stronger. Oh, you pest.

Zhang Chen laughed and asked, "How does it feel when you return to Chongqing?"

"Go home. Going to Chongqing is going home, going to Hangzhou is coming back. There is only Beijing, and you will always go to Beijing, no matter whether you are going from Chongqing or Hangzhou." He Hongmei said.

He Hongmei brought a sketch of her and Zhang Yimou's cooperation project and asked Zhang Chen to help her revise it. The two of them worked together in Zhang Chen's office during the day. At night, He Hongmei still lived in the International Building, and Zhang Chen of course lived there, even in In the Xiasha Factory, no matter how late I was, I would not sleep on the floor, but would go back to the International Building, with He Hongmei always following behind like a tail.

The two of them sat at each end of the conference table. The conference table was covered with various materials. Zhang Chen looked at He Hongmei's sketch and felt that it could be more colorful. In the camera, there should be that kind of luxurious feeling, martial arts. The film is originally a fairy tale for adults, and it must have the exaggeration of a fairy tale. In fact, there is no need to dwell on historical truth.

"As long as the audience has a general concept of time and space, if you really want to follow history, it will definitely be very bleak on the screen. Think about our entire textile history and you will know what it has, so I think , In terms of the shape of the clothing, you can have requirements, such as Tang suit is Tang suit, Hanfu is Hanfu, but when it comes to materials, don't be rigid.

"After all, what we are filming is not a historical drama, but a martial arts film." Zhang Chen and He Hongmei said.

He Hongmei called Director Zhang and told him what Zhang Chen meant, and Director Zhang agreed.

Chatting after work, He Hongmei asked Zhang Chen, is Gong Xue still buying clothes?

"Buy it, we are already regular customers." Zhang Chen and He Hongmei said.

He Hongmei bit her pen and asked Zhang Chen: "Do you think that this Gong Xue may have a crush on you? Don't you have your photo and introduction on your website? I think she may be here for this. "

Zhang Chen laughed and said, "Maybe he sympathized with me. He saw that I was already miserable and needed to sell clothes online, so he took care of my business."

He Hongmei also laughed and said it was possible. Anyway, I don’t think it’s that simple. This person must know you. Do you know any women in Shanghai?

"Yes." Zhang Chen said, "That's Xiaomi."

"Go!" He Hongmei cursed.

After the two of them finished dinner, He Hongmei said to leave. Zhang Chen asked her where she was going. She said that you just come with me. She picked up the car keys on Zhang Chen's table.

The two people went downstairs and got into the car. Not long after the car started, it stopped at the entrance of Hangcheng Building. Zhang Chen asked, what are you doing here?

"Have you ever gone shopping with a woman?" He Hongmei asked.

Zhang Chen laughed and said that if you want to visit Hangcheng Tower, you still need to drive, just across Wulin Square.

He Hongmei smiled and said, this is less formal.

He Hongmei took Zhang Chen directly to the men's clothing department on the third floor, saying that she wanted to buy clothes for Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen was shocked and quickly said, "What clothes do I want to buy? I have clothes."

"Who doesn't have clothes?" He Hongmei said, "The clothes you have are yours. I want to buy clothes for you now. I bought them, and..."

"And what?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Your clothes look like they were bought by a man himself. He didn't dress himself according to a woman's eyes."

He Hongmei said this. When Zhang Chen thought about it, it was true. Xiao Zhao had never bought him clothes before, so he didn't dare to buy them. Even Xiao Zhao's clothes were all bought for her by Zhang Chen. Who dared to buy them for her? In front of Zhang Chen, he said that he knew more about clothes than Zhang Chen. He was probably the only other fashion designer like He Hongmei.

Zhang Chen was interested. This was a new experience. He wanted to see how He Hongmei would dress him up in the end.

He Hongmei and Zhang Chen said: "You have to be good today, okay? You are not allowed to have too many ideas of your own."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, Okay, I'll just let you do whatever you want.

The two of them walked around for more than an hour, but Zhang Chen just kept silent and let He Hongmei do what he wanted. By the time they finished shopping on the third floor, they were already holding bags of many sizes in their hands.

When they arrived at the women's clothing department on the second floor, Zhang Chen smiled and said to He Hongmei, "Is it my turn now? You have to be good. Just do what I do upstairs."

He Hongmei nodded.

The two of them reached downstairs with bags full in their hands. He Hongmei asked, "Guo Guo, do you still want to carry so many things and walk back across Wulin Square? Tell me, do I have foresight?"

Zhang Chen quickly said, high, really high.

He Hongmei giggled.

After putting the things in the back seat, the two of them drove back, carried the things upstairs, closed the door, and began to dress each other up.

He Hongmei returned it to Zhang Chen, numbered all the clothes, and wrote down clearly what size pants should go with what size shirt, and what size shoes and socks should go with it, so that Zhang Chen wouldn't mess it up.

The next day, Zhang Chen wore the clothes He Hongmei bought for him and went to the design center. Ge Ling saw him stop and looked again and again. Zhang Chen asked, "What are you looking at?"

"No, Master, why do I feel that you are different from before? Your style has changed." Ge Ling said.

"Is there any?" Zhang Chen asked.

Ge Ling looked at him and nodded: "Definitely."

Zhang Chen went to the financial center. When Zhao Jingjing saw him, she looked at him again and again, but didn't say anything. Zhang Chen felt embarrassed and thought, have I really changed that much?

He walked back to his office, walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror again and again, but couldn't see any difference. Zhang Chen himself admitted that the clothes He Hongmei chose for him were very reasonable, but he usually It's not that bad.

Zhang Chen walked out of the bathroom and walked to the conference table. He Hongmei was immersed in painting. Zhang Chen told her that your craftsmanship was well received today.

"Of course." He Hongmei smiled proudly and said to him after her smile, "You're not bad either. My return rate is particularly high today."

"Okay, if we do this, we can praise each other to the sky right away."

He Hongmei laughed.

Xu Qiaoxin walked in, Zhang Chen asked her what was going on, Xu Qiaoxin said Jessica was looking for you, on MSN, I will translate on the spot.

"Again price adjustment?"

"I don't know either." Xu Qiaoxin said, "Jerry told me that Jessica has something to do with you and we need to talk to you in person."

Zhang Chen stood up and walked to the desk. Xu Qiaoxin followed behind and clicked his tongue. Zhang Chen asked, "What are you clicking?"

"Mr. Zhang, you are so beautiful today." Xu Qiaoxin said.

"Your teacher taught you to use your beauty to compliment boys?"

Zhang Chen cursed, looking back at He Hongmei, who shook her head proudly.

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