Our Secret (Secret In The Lattice)

Chapter 42

Just smelled a strong scent of writing and ink.

    "This is my friend's gallery."

    Ye Changqing introduced to her. As soon as the voice fell, someone greeted her. He clearly recognized Ye Changqing and bowed slightly: "Professor Ye, come to see Mr. Su?"

    Ye Changqing nodded slightly, "He Haven't you come yet?" The young girl smiled politely and very cautiously: "Mr. Su rushed over when he received the call. I'll take you in and sit for a while while still on the way."

    The gallery is exquisitely decorated and elegantly decorated, passing through a long corridor, Ding Xian found that this gallery was a bit difficult. She was lucky enough to have seen copying samples of many famous paintings in books, even paintings that she didn't even have in museums.

    Actually saw it here.

    "Your friend is a painter?"

    Ding Xian asked softly.

    Ye Changqing smiled, shook his head and said, "No, he is a businessman full of copper smell."

    "..."

    He pointed out the door: "Did you see the painting outside the door? He is a collector and loves the world. Famous paintings, a museum in the United States once paid a high price to collect the Rembrandt painting at the door, but he refused to sell it. I thought he liked to collect it, but he said that he just likes this kind of superiority, even if he has money. Unable to buy a sense of superiority."

    "..."

    He must be a pervert.

    Ye Changqing sighed: "Although he hates his copper smell, I have to admit that he is a very talented and very talented person. If he hadn't bought all my paintings when I was poor, perhaps your uncle would have long been Starved to death on the street, don’t you want to learn painting? Maybe he can help you.”

    Ding Xian hesitated: “My mother seems to disagree.”

    Ye Changqing: “The road ahead is for you to walk by yourself. Hundreds of people disagree, now who knows I can get to this point? God, not everyone can enjoy food."

    Ding Xian has not received systematic training. The art of learning art has always been a waste of money. Ye Wanxian is opposed to her learning to paint, so she has never been trained in a serious training class. The basics in her hand have been followed by Ye Changqing when she was a child. Although she is good at painting, she is still far from the students who have studied painting seriously.

    She was afraid that she would choose the wrong one.

    Ye Changqing knew Ding Xian's worries and encouraged her: "You have always been excellent. There is no doubt about this. Give yourself more confidence." As soon as the voice fell, someone pushed in.

    The first thing that catches your eye is a pair of handmade custom-made leather shoes, which are polished and shiny, and the toes are sharp and clean.

    "Long time no see, Changqing." The mature man's magnetic voice.

    Ye Changqing turned his head back, his vision was wide, Ding Xian saw a handsome face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, standing in the doorway with a beautiful view, shirt and trousers, outlined his smooth body lines.

    The man walked up to the two of them, looked down at Ding Xian, and said in a pleasant voice: "Hello, kid."

    If Ding Xian is asked to comment on Su Bai cong later, he is really full of copper odor, but he can act out again. The appearance of a gentle gentleman.