Chapter 187

"No, where we're going, you won't be interested." The woman refused coldly, and her expression was extremely indifferent, as if the person in the car was just a stranger to her.

Gu Wenliu squinted at the man in the back seat. Seeing Qi Yan Shang's silence, Mr. Gu was helpless. He chased his wife. Why did he join him? He was innocent.

Lewis stood aside, smiling politely, and asked, "Miss Yin, is this your friend? If they want to be together, I don't mind. "

This time, without waiting for Yin Qinghuan to speak again, the man with a calm face in the back seat whispered: "get on the bus."

Seeing this, the rascal quickly catered to him and said, "there are so many people. I think this Mr. Lewis likes us very much."

Louis: I'm just being polite.

Yin Qinghuan:

Seeing that she couldn't refuse, she obviously came to stop her. Yin Qinghuan didn't bother to bother about it. She didn't even look at the back seat and chose to get on the front passenger's seat.

Louis politely and politely went to the back seat. A car of four people drove by Gu Wenliu to the beautiful town of fucelan.

Drive, the distance is at least an hour, the car this quiet to the dead atmosphere, Gu Wenliu can't stand.

The warm and hospitable half blood Lewis also noticed the awkward atmosphere in the car. He tried to find a topic, but for the two Miss Yin's friends, he didn't know what to talk about, so he had to talk to the woman in front of him and said, "Miss Yin..."

"Just call me Qinghuan."

Yin Qinghuan looks back and looks at Louis in the back seat. Yu Guang inadvertently glances at the man sitting on the right side of Louis. She wants to turn a blind eye to the man sitting on his right side. However, the dark black pupil of the other party is so deep and hot that she can hardly ignore it.

"Qinghuan, it's Qinghuan. Your name sounds good."

Hearing the speech, Yin Qinghuan chuckled and said, "I didn't expect Louis, you still know ancient poetry."

Louis, with a gentleman's smile, nodded and nodded.

Gu Wenliu, who drives a car, hears the words just now, and his evil and sycophantic eyebrows pick out. Tut, I don't know a little Chinese culture these days, and I can't attract beautiful women.

Such a contrast Well, Mr. Qi, if you don't say a word, your wife will run away with this little half breed.

"Cough..." Gu Wenliu coughs twice, indicating someone to take out some action, speech action can also be ah!

However, someone in the back seat was not moved and turned a deaf ear to what Lewis had just said.

And then, along the way, there were voices of conversation between men and women, and

Gu's intermittent cough.

Finally arrived at the destination, Gu Wenliu's voice coughed hoarse, and there was no sign of the wooden man.

"Qinghuan, your friend seems to be sick."

Just before getting off the bus, Lewis said, "friendly.".

Gu Wenliu, who was putting out the fire, almost ran away! Nonsense, I cough all the way, do you find it!

"Leave him alone."

Yin Qinghuan said, pushing open the door and getting out of the car.

Lewis saw this and got out of the car.

The next second Gu Wenliu turned to look at Qi Yanshang in the back seat.

"Dumb?"

He really didn't understand what Qi Yanshang was thinking. He was still sleeping in the morning, so he was woken up by this guy on the phone, and drove outside the hotel waiting for Yin Qinghuan and the half breed to appear. Obviously, he wanted to prevent the two from "dating.".

But after waiting for someone to get on the bus, they had a good time talking to each other, and they didn't see any reaction from this guy.

"Don't say I didn't remind you that the half breed is still a man. Even if Qinghuan doesn't like this type, it's hard to guarantee that she will..."

Without waiting for Gu Wenliu to finish speaking, the sound of closing the door has been heard. Where there are other people in the car, only he himself is left behind.

……

In the small town of fucelan, the walls of streets and roads are all painted walls with various styles. There are many painters who want to leave their paintings here.

As Yin Qinghuan looked at the wall of the painting, her pace gradually slowed down. In the creation of these artists, some were arrogant, others were deliberately restrained, but their indulgence was hard to hide Here, all the creation is meaningful, even if it is just a sketch, it also has the significance of its existence.

Finally, she stopped and looked at the wall in front of her. There was no movement for a long time.

On the wall is a picture of a girl trapped in a cage, her eyes staring at the distance, and behind her, is another girl's soul, silent tears.

If you don't look carefully, it's hard to find that the crying soul is holding a sharp knife in her hand. The direction of the knife edge is her heart.

"I don't like this one," Lewis said with a frown as she followed the woman's gaze

Yin Qinghuan didn't look at him. His eyes were fixed on the mural. He moved his lips and asked softly, "why."

"The feeling of indescribable, the despair and the predicament that can't get out of the way, make people breathless and suffocate."

Despair, predicament, misery, suffocationIt's like that. It's true.

Yin Qinghuan laughs at herself and hooks his lips, as if to see himself.

"I don't think so."

Just then, a deep voice interrupted Lewis's view of the wall.

Yin Qinghuan is not moved, listening to the sound of footsteps from far away, she slowly sink her eyes.

Qi Yanshang walked up to the two men and never looked away from the woman.

Louis was interested in men's disapproval. He asked with a warm smile, "what's your opinion, sir?"

Everyone's understanding of art is different. For designers, listening to different people's artistic views is also a kind of integration and learning.

The man's thin lips were slightly raised, and the words were soft but loud -

"new life."

Louise is puzzled, freshman?

How can this fresco have a new life?

Just when Louis wanted to communicate again, the silent woman said quietly: "a new life doomed to destruction."

This is her senses, her perceptions.

With Yin Qinghuan's voice falling, all three fell into silence.

Until -

"it is better to see less negative art."

Wearing sunglasses, Gu Wenliu expressed his deep disgust at the mural, which made the three people hold different views.

Mr. Gu said, there are so many beautiful things in the world. Why do these artists choose dark works?

Can't positive energy be positive?

A good girl, why is she in a cage. A good soul, why cry and commit suicide with a knife? This kind of negative culture, it is easy to bring crooked children.

For Gu Wenliu's evaluation, the three choose silence again.

Sure enough, what kind of people see what kind of art.

Yin Qinghuan hooked his lips and turned to go on. He saw a handmade jewelry shop, which seemed a little interesting.

Entering the store, an old man was using a feather duster to remove the dust from the display on the cabinet.

It looks like no one has been here for a long time.

When Louis was about to follow him in, Gu Wenliu stopped him --

"Mr. Lewis, what do you think of the wall

In this way, Louis and Gu Wenliu began to talk about their views on wall painting. Mr. Gu swept to the jewelry store and saw Qi Yan Shang enter. Gu Wenliu's mouth was filled with a smile of success.

My brother can only help you to get rid of this ugly hybrid. The rest is to see if Qi Yanshang's wood has a little Eq