So that's the case!

Fang Xingwei and others didn't care, so they followed Fu Mubai into the gallery.

In fact, none of these four people have much intention to read the painting. They mainly want to get closer to Fu Mubai, so as not to speak when they ask Fu Mubai for photos in the future.

But since they are here to see the art exhibition, they will just take a look and just take a look.

Today's art exhibition is mainly based on paintings by modern and modern painters. This gallery is also newly opened. Antique paintings and other things are invisible here, but there are more oil paintings inherited from the West.

Fu Mubai herself has no foundation for painting, and the only thing she knows how to draw is to draw talismans. Fortunately, her original intention of learning to draw is to draw talismans better, and she also left her skills on this body, which made Fu Mubai breathe a sigh of relief.

Fu Mubai had never seen oil paintings in his previous life. If she had not received the memories of her original body and read some books in this life, she would have been shocked by this fresh painting school.

Moreover, even if she accepted the existence of oil paintings, she still couldn't understand those abstract oil paintings.

"You can even take out such a messy painting to show?!"

The sudden sound scared Fu Mubai.

If it weren't for the voice of this, she would have thought she was saying what she was saying!

Fu Mubai turned his head and saw Fang Xingwei looking at the oil paintings on the wall with disgust: "Just a bunch of paints sprinkled together, can this be called a painting?! Let's see... this painting actually has a name, "The Field of Hope"?! The Field of Hope that I sang when I was a child is not like this at all!"

Fu Mubai: "..."

She thought Fang Xingwei's words were quite reasonable, and even wanted to express her feelings.

Du Zehua quickly pulled Fang Xingwei's clothes corner and whispered: "You whisper softly! Haven't you seen many people looking at you?"

This kind of gallery with relatively high-end decoration has a certain social status or cultural literacy. People claim to be cultural people, so they naturally don’t talk big in such places. Even if they have some conversations in private, they deliberately lower their voices.

So Fang Xingwei's sudden yelling seemed particularly abrupt, which naturally attracted the attention and attention of people around him.

Although Fang Xingwei was not a person who listened to others, he also noticed that so many people around him were staring at him. His rare ears turned red, and he subconsciously lowered his voice: "That's it! What a broken painting, does the owner of this gallery know about painting?"

Du Zehua and his friends: "..."

It's like you know how to draw.

Haven't you learned to draw seriously?

"This is called abstract school, and it represents concreteness with intention." Fu Mubai at least had the memory of his original body, so he explained, "Look at the yellow color, does it look like a harvested rice field? Then look at the green color, does it look like a lush mountain? And the white color, it is the flowing river..."

Fang Xingwei looked strange: "If this is called abstract art, I will draw it too!"

Fu Mubai: "...Then go back and try it yourself. Maybe you can draw some masterpieces!"

If he doesn't let him step on the thunder himself, he won't know the suffering of society!

Fang Xingwei looked eager to try it out, and it seemed that he really planned to go back and try it himself!

Du Zehua looked at his stupid look and asked, "All the paintings in this gallery are sold, right? I don't know how much this painting is worth?"

"Of course!" Fu Mubai said, "They are opening a gallery, not a museum, and the paintings inside are of course commodities, so they must be sold. This "Field of Hope" is actually good, the composition is quite unique, and the application of various colors is also very good. However, the style of painting is not mature enough, and I have never heard of the writer's name. It should be a work by a new painter. It cannot be called too high, and it may only be tens of thousands of yuan!"

"Ten thousand yuan?!" Fang Xingwei shouted again, "Can this kind of thing be sold for tens of thousands? What a joke!"

Although tens of thousands of yuan was nothing to him, he spent tens of thousands of yuan on Fu Mubai last time to treat him to tens of thousands of yuan. But the last time the tens of thousands of yuan was eaten into his stomach. If anyone asked him to spend tens of thousands of yuan on such a messy oil painting, he would probably have to say "scary" to the other party!

Fu Mubai was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he said to Du Zehua: "Of course, the price is tens of thousands of yuan, but the final transaction price may not be so. Even a famous painter can bargain the paintings he sells, let alone such a painter who is not famous yet? If Du likes this painting, he can talk to the gallery staff. The final price should be lower than five digits."

Du Zehua: "...that's not necessary, I just ask casually."

Although he did not show any disgust for this painting, in fact, his thoughts were the same as those in Fang Xingwei, and he also felt that this was a painting with the horoscopes of Hua Qi!

If he really wants to pay for this painting, wouldn’t he be troubled by himself?

Seeing that Du Zehua really didn't mean to buy a painting, Fu Mubai didn't say anything more, but instead led a few people to continue walking forward.

Fang Xingwei looked at the oil paintings on the entire wall and almost began to doubt his life.

He thought the previous painting "The Field of Hope" was already very strange, but he didn't expect that there were so many strange oil paintings in this gallery!

And looking at the appearance of those who came to visit, they were actually commenting on these paintings seriously, as if there were some treasures hidden in these paintings that he, a fool, could not see!

Even Fu Mubai looked at it very seriously. She had to look at each painting for at least several minutes. For Fang Xingwei, she was just living like a year!

No, it is clearly like a year!

Du Zehua and others couldn't stand it either.

Although it is very important to have a good time with Master Fu, if the price is to keep watching some oil paintings in this gallery that they cannot appreciate at all, they would rather give up having a good time with Master Fu for the time being!

Du Zehua and the others looked at each other. Just as they were about to speak to Fu Mubai and breathe, they saw Fu Mubai staying in front of a new oil painting.

This is an oil painting that looks more ordinary, at least much more ordinary than the so-called abstract oil paintings just now.

Because this is just a simple portrait, it is still a young woman.

However, this painting gives people a very strange feeling.
Chapter completed!