Go abroad, where don't learn oil painting? In the oil painting, he also has some talent. Looking at those paintings with feelings, Zhou Xuanfan didn't want to eat them. He kept staring at them.

The servants of Zhou family looked at the obsessed appearance of Er Shao and didn't bother.

After Zhou Xuan finished appreciating these paintings, he asked them who they were painted by? According to his eyes, these paintings are definitely a very famous one. Although it's oil painting, the content of painting is some scenes of our country.

Each picture, all give him a lot of shock.

Where do I know Tang Guo? I also know that his yard was also arranged by the other side. It's said that he was just a nobody. Zhou Xuan was not calm.

Nobody??

What about teasing him?

Before he came out, he had already begun to learn oil painting, which has lasted for more than ten years.

In foreign countries, he has several oil painting teachers, and he is sure that none of them are as good as the unknown.

Zhou Xuan's expression is very tangled. Is it because there are so many talents in China? Is he short-sighted?

"No, I want to see her."

Zhou Xuan is more interested in knowing that she is still a woman.

Tangguo is a singer of Xianlesi. It's not a secret in Zhou family. Although we do not mention this, as her name grows older and larger, we do not say this. But I don't know. Not many.

Zhou Xuan was even more surprised when he knew that he was still a singer.

"It's really a big hidden place in the city," said Zhou Xuan admiringly. "Thanks to my years of studying abroad, I can't compare with other people's girl. It's a shame."

I heard that Tang Guo may not be invited today. After all, there is a performance. Zhou Xuan entrusts him to buy a ticket at a high price.

Before Tango's performance, he took a sneak look at the cafe opposite xianles.

The performance time is approaching, Zhou Xuan is very excited to walk in. Of course, the ticket position is very good. At the top, after all, it's less on Tuesday. It's very easy to get a front ticket.

Listening to the music, Zhou Xuan's eyes brightened.

As a foreign student, besides oil painting, music is also a compulsory course. Although there is no special talent in this respect, the good and the bad can be recognized as soon as they are heard, and the basic appreciation ability is still available.

Music together, he will know whether it's OK.

Hearing the people nearby talking about the new song written by Miss Tang and her teacher Yin Yue, Zhou Xuan admired it very much.

He has seen a lot of music performances abroad. At this time, Tangguo's position in his mind has gone beyond that of a musician.

When Tangguo appeared on the stage, Zhou Xuan felt that this was the fairy coming down to earth.

When Tangguo starts to sing the first sentence, he realizes a word that he doesn't know how to describe. Isn't that the opening crisp?

The beautiful melody, which contains feelings that are not love, but singing the world, makes people's eyes red.

Yes, I don't know when, Miss Tang, who only sings the love of her children, has changed her style.

The style has changed a lot, but the songs are still pleasant to listen to, even more like them, without any discomfort.

And now the songs, everyone can sing, sing such songs, will not make the family feel bad.

After hearing this, Zhou Xuan couldn't return to his mind for a long time.

Wonderful!

Not only the words but also the music are wonderful.

He watched the scene, all looking at the women on the stage trance, some people eyes are still slightly red, do not know what is thinking.