C537 (1/2)

Ao Xueling made a quiet gesture again and said: ”there are three links in this conference, and there are many discussions below. Many of them have gone up to observe this painting carefully.

”It's a pity that there's no seal on this one. I'm afraid that brother will be disappointed just now.” Said the talented man on the stage.

Under the stage.

”Sister, who do you think painted this picture by?” Ao Xue Ling said with a smile.

This painting, even Mo Xianyue, who doesn't know how to draw, can feel that the painting is full of strong landscape flavor.

She didn't know how to draw. She didn't have to pretend. She said frankly, ”my sister praises my sister too much. My sister doesn't know how to draw.”

”Oh?” Ao Xueling's voice was full of surprise.

Maybe she thinks that Mo Xianyue, who knows piano so well, should also know a little about painting.

”Sister, you might as well guess!” Mo Xianyue said with a smile.

”Ha ha, my sister doesn't cheat you either. My sister already knows the answer.”

”Yes? Can you tell us in advance? ” Ink string moon is a wonderful way.

”It doesn't hurt to say that this painting is the work of the University scholar Lin Ren a hundred years ago. Both the technique and style belong to the thought of the University scholar Lin Ren.” Aoxueling doesn't kneel.

”Why is my sister so sure?” Mo Xianyue asked.

”I'll explain this to you later. You should listen to the answer first, right?” Aoxueling finish, because no one guessed, so the talented man open answer.

As Ao Xueling said. It's from Lin Ren.

”My sister is really erudite. How did she know that? Is it because my sister is the president? ” Mo Xianyue said.

”Of course not. I know that because this painting is one of my treasures.” Ao Xueling said, ”I bought it from a down and out talent after many twists and turns.”

”My sister has found the treasure. I'm afraid this painting is worth a lot of silver.” Mo Xianyue said with a smile.

”How can such a good painting be sold? It's insulting to Professor Lin.”

”Ha ha, my sister said the same thing.”

The following time, in a few people chatting, passed

”Next, when it comes to the piano art, our president specially invited chuleng, the master of Tibetan zither, to ask.” After the announcement of the talented man, there were bursts of screams under the stage.

Is Chu Leng coming?

Mo Xianyue is surprised that Ao Xueling can ask Chu Leng about the Buddha.

Chu Leng in white came up from the stairwell.

The screams broke out again

Everyone repressed the impulse to rush forward with excitement.

This Chu Leng asked, no matter where he went, he was the focus of attention.

Seeing him, Mo Xianyue remembers the scene of being held by him on the stage last time.

She also felt a little guilty. After all, it was for the sake of helping herself that people accidentally caused the result.

But he was embarrassed by himself. As a public figure, I'm afraid his reputation would be ruined.

But Mo Xianyue didn't explain it. Some things just get darker. It's better not to do anything at all.

Because Mo Xianyue was sitting by the window, Chu lengwen, who came up from the stairwell, didn't notice her existence. He went straight to the stage and untied the Tibetan snow lute wrapped in white cloth.

He never leaves this piano. It's with people.

What Chu lengwen plays is actually a jingsiqu that Mo Xianyue played a few days ago. The continuous sound of Qin comes, and a trace of peace rippled in the bottom of people's hearts until all parts of the body, which makes people very calm.

Soon, a song has been played, people are still in the middle of his music, unable to extricate themselves.

Chu lengwen slowly put away cangxue. He was invited by AO Xueling to play a song here. Now that the song is finished, it's time for him to go.

Suddenly, in the corner of his eyes, he saw the woman who had slapped him on the stage a few days ago. Now she was looking at herself with empty eyes.

See Chu lengwen carrying hidden snow, come to his side, Qian Sishui only feel heartbeat acceleration, shy dare not go to see her.

Xiaocui's condition is similar to her, and she is panting.

Black dream is still dead, looking at the distant scenery.

As for Mo Xianyue himself, he doesn't feel that he can't find her when he comes.

Aoxueling is a sweet smile, think he is to find their own, just want to talk. But Chu Leng asked: ”we meet again, miss moyue.”

Miss moyue!

Four women's surprised eyes all cast to Mo Xianyue, they don't know, Mo Xianyue and Chu Leng ask the conversation in a low voice on the stage.

Ink string moon smile: ”yes, good coincidence.”

It's over, and she doesn't want to talk about it any more. After all, they don't have much time to meet.

”Can I sit down?”