Chapter 111 Amber Painting Exhibition - Part 2 (please follow up!)
Chen Lun and Floy followed Noah to the entrance of the gallery, followed by Walsh.
"Mr. Noah from the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce, welcome."
Beckman greeted him warmly.
Noah forced a smile very sheepishly, obviously uncomfortable with this title.
"Mr. Beckman, I am very happy to come to this exhibition. I have been looking forward to it for a long time."
Because Noah was too big, he could only bend down slightly and stretch out his hand.
Beckman chuckled and shook hands with him.
"Then I can guarantee that this art exhibition will not disappoint you... Let me tell you a secret quietly. There is one of your works in the art exhibition.
I also apologize to Haihan for hanging your painting without your permission. ”
Beckman looked apologetic.
"I really can't bear to see a good work buried. It should be seen by more people."
"Oh! Really!"
Noah looked very excited, his cheeks were red, and he was a little shy.
"Which work of mine is it?"
"I would like to ask you to look for this in the gallery yourself. Maybe it will give you a surprise."
Beckman said mysteriously.
Noah had a happy smile on his face, and a tiger tooth was exposed.
When the group of people passed by Beckman, the latter's eyes lightly passed over Chen Lun and Floy, but did not stop at them.
Chen Lun looked back and saw that Beckman had already begun to receive the next guest. The Countess and Senator Lawson stood beside him, trying their best to release their enthusiasm.
A chaotic fog flashed in Chen Lun's eyes.
"Sir Grease Paint..."
Turning his head, he whispered the name to himself and walked inside as if nothing had happened.
After Chen Lun entered the gallery, Beckman suddenly turned his head and stared at the latter's disappearing back.
"What's the matter, Beckman?"
the Countess asked curiously, noting her lover's movements.
"This art exhibition seems to have attracted a lot of interesting guests."
Beckman meant something.
But the countess seemed unable to understand the meaning of his words, and thought that Beckman was lamenting the strong lineup of guests.
Chen Lun entered the gallery.
The decoration inside tends to be red, with the walls painted with dark red paint, and the carpets, decorations, chandeliers, sofas, etc., all in a uniform red.
The noble tone is mixed with a hint of enchantment.
"Dad, look at this painting, it's so beautiful!"
Chen Lun heard a familiar voice and turned around to see an excited Rebecca pulling Viscount Pompeii for joy in front of a painting of blooming roses.
"Keep your voice down, Rebecca."
Viscount Pompeii reminded his daughter in a low voice, and Rebecca pouted aggrievedly.
Not far from the father and daughter, Madame Pompeii was admiring other paintings alone.
Rebecca suddenly turned her head and saw a familiar figure passing by in her sight. She looked surprised. As soon as the words "Mr. Jack" came to her lips, she realized that she had recognized the wrong person.
She was a little frustrated and sighed, most of her original interest dissipated.
Mr. Jack should be fine...
He is so powerful, nothing will happen to him!
Chen Lun did not come forward to say hello to the Pompeii family, but turned around and followed Noah away.
The works on display in the gallery are all top-notch. Noah kept making sounds of admiration in front of him, and would stop from time to time to comment on his favorite paintings.
Chen Lun and Floy stood aside silently, listening to his explanation. He pointed out many details that had been ignored or even not noticed at all. Only then did I realize that the author's deep thoughts and connotations were hidden in a seemingly simple work.
But Floy couldn't see the paintings and had to listen. Chen Lun was worried that she would be bored, so he roughly let her understand what the painting was by verbally describing it.
But this method is too feeble, because you can't use words to describe what you see. It's like asking you to describe red, how should you word it?
You can only compare it to other red things, nothing else.
Red silk and blood are also roses... But if the other party has never seen these before and has no impression in their mind, then they all seem to be talking to themselves. Or maybe the other person has seen these things differently from what you have seen, so the color formed in your mind is not the red in your eyes.
Chen Lun felt something and sighed secretly:
"Floyd, a person cannot hear what others hear and cannot see what others see. Everyone has a different perception of the world... Maybe this is because there is no real understanding between people. The reasons for joy and sorrow are different.”
Floy tilted her head and "watched" him quietly, thoughtfully.
There were many guests around, but they all quietly admired and communicated in low voices. They are generally of noble status, rarely make loud noises, and are very elegant in their movements.
Chen Lun felt that the time was almost here, so he said hello to Noah, used the excuse of going to the bathroom, and left midway.
Before leaving, he whispered to Floy beside him:
"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."
"Yeah."
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Inner city.
Red Apple Church, two blocks away from Bradley Square.
The tall Gothic church stands alone, separated from the surrounding buildings. Today is not Lady Rose’s Sunday, and not many believers come to Red Apple Church.
A dozen or so believers were sitting scattered on the wooden benches in the church. The middle-aged monk preached on the prayer platform, and in a soft and low tone, he slowly told the story of how roses love the world.
Suddenly he raised his head.
Five young men and women entered the church.
Just as the monk was wondering, one of the leading men raised his arm and pointed a strange-looking musket at him.
"——Guard!!"
The monk's soul suddenly appeared and roared in fear.
Bang! !
With a series of muffled sounds, densely packed small steel balls came out and sprayed on the monk.
Blood spurted out from the latter's body and he fell down.
"Ahhhh!!"
The believers screamed in horror and ran out in panic, shouting the name of Rose and praying for blessing.
Polaris and his party were not psychopaths. They did not kill these ordinary people for no reason and let them leave.
"What should I say, the next step should be a high-intensity battle, right?"
The centaur also took out a trumpet gun and said solemnly.
"It must be, after all, it is one of the largest extraordinary forces in the empire... It is better to be careful, our task is just to attract attention."
Polaris glanced at the muskets in the hands of the three centaurs and thought to himself that he was really stupid.
What precious musket for shooting flying dragons?
What old friend?
Do you also sell wholesale? !
"My musket is thirsty! Hurry up!"
Goutou Jin looked excited.
It seemed that God followed people's wishes. As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of dense footsteps could be heard.
Behind the prayer platform of the church, the side doors on both sides were opened, and a group of guards wearing fur coats rushed out.
The two leading monks had cold faces.
"blasphemer! None of you can escape!"
But the next second, his expression changed.
Because the five young people not only did not escape, but rushed forward even more excitedly.
"A real man will make great contributions today! Kill!"
The strange words shouted by the nugget made the monk fall into confusion.
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