After hearing An Jingqi's words, Gu Yanzhi lowered his head, his watery eyes looking like he was about to shed tears.

"Beauty, are you here specifically to see me?" The bright woman said with a smile.

She walked forward step by step with great dignity, passed Gu Yanzhi, and stood in front of An Jingqi.

The woman gently tucked the hair from her forehead behind her ears, elegantly but with a hint of provocation. She put her arm on An Jingqi's arm, glanced at the card in Gu Yanzhi's hand, and asked, "What is that?"

?”

An Jingqi looked at the girl with tears in her eyes, with a hint of impatience in her gentle eyes, and said softly: "I don't know, it's just rubbish."

Gu Junke shrugged: "I'm done here, let's go see the exhibition together."

"I'm afraid this won't work, I have something to do."

"What is more important than me?" Gu Junke reluctantly stamped his feet on the spot, like a neglected girlfriend, pouting her little mouth, making her face vivid and bright.

"Well, let's go meet an old friend."

"I want to go too." Gu Junke raised his head and looked at An Jingqi and said.

"Okay~" An Jingqi looked at Gu Junke who was hanging on him, smiled lightly, then lowered his head and whispered in Gu Junke's ear, "I just happened to meet Mr. Cangming. I'm very curious how you will get it."

That painting?”

Gu Junke shook off An Jingqi's arm and took two steps forward. He no longer looked as coquettish as before: "You are really boring~"

It turns out that he came specifically to pick me up to meet Mr. Cangming...

Seeing the understanding look on the woman in front, An Jingqi smiled like water, slowly and softly.

Gu Yanzhi over there raised her head slightly, holding back the tears, her eyes were red, like a cute and pitiful little rabbit, she clenched and loosened the hand holding the card, and heard her choked voice.

: "I'm sorry, Jing Qi, I asked too much... I'm sorry..."

After saying that, he ran away crying. His delicate back gave people an urge to protect him. The invitation card was left behind by the girl and slowly fell to the ground, looking lonely.

Gu Junke looked at the direction Gu Yanzhi left, then looked at the card on the ground, and said emotionlessly: "It's really heartbreaking to cry so pitifully, isn't it, beauty?"

"Let's go, Mr. Cangming doesn't like people being late." An Jingqi passed Gu Junke and walked forward.

However, Gu Junke still seemed to be looking at the card on the ground with great interest, which read: "Take you back to the past and pursue the past - don't miss the National Treasure Exhibition."

A strange smile seemed to flash across the woman's face.

When Zhou Ang passed by Gu Junke, he stopped and said, "Miss Gu, our boss hates people crying the most!"

"Really?" Gu Junke turned around and looked at the man waiting for him not far away. Under the sunlight, his shadow was stretched long, long...

But at that time, Zhou Ang never imagined that later on, the boss who hated people crying the most would want to destroy the whole world because of a single tear from the woman in front of him!

Mr. Cangming was very punctual and arrived shortly after An Jingqi and Gu Junke arrived at a nearby private teahouse.

Mr. Cangming, who is in his forties, walked into the teahouse wearing a black gauze slim-fitting cheongsam.

Her figure was well-proportioned for her age, and her face had delicate makeup, but her thin face looked slightly sad.

It is such a seemingly ordinary woman who was born in country M, but became famous as a teenager in country K and became a world-renowned modern impressionist master.

Sometimes, there is really no way to connect her with those impression paintings with magical changes of light and shadow.

Master Cangming and An Jingqi are old acquaintances. To be precise, An is currently her largest art sponsor.

However, a year ago, Mr. Cangming's husband passed away. After that, she announced that she would stop writing, and her paintings once became the envy of countries all over the world and rushed to buy them.

During the conversation between the three of them, An Jingqi said very little. Gu Junke and Mr. Cangming were basically talking. The two of them could even be said to have a very happy conversation.

Luo Mingchuan was Mr. Cangming's student, so he naturally knew her very well. Every word Gu Junke said seemed to hit Mr. Cangming's heart.

"It's really rare for people of your age to have such a view on art." Mr. Cangming said after taking a sip of water.

"However," Mr. Cangming glanced out the window, "I am here this time just to meet my friends, and I am not planning to hold an art exhibition."

"It doesn't matter." Gu Junke said with a smile, "I like you very much and can accompany you everywhere."

"My student is here..." Mr. Cangming continued to refuse, "He will accompany me..."

"Compared with your oil paintings, I actually prefer your ink paintings this year. They are something other than techniques. Every brushstroke is your intention." Gu Junke seemed to have thought of something and said softly.

Mr. Cangming's eyes suddenly changed and he looked at Gu Junke.

"Mr. Cangming only started creating ink paintings in the past year. No one should know about it." An Jingqi did not look at Gu Junke, and his attention seemed to be on the undrunk cup of tea in front of him.

"You..." Mr. Cangming hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something.

"Mr. Cangming, you have been my goal since I started learning painting." Gu Junke said softly, but glanced at the man next to him out of the corner of his eye.

An unknown smile appeared at the corner of An Jingqi's mouth, and then he said to Mr. Cangming: "Mr. Cangming, the hotel has been arranged. I have something to do, so I will take you back first..."

"Okay." Mr. Cangming stood up, looked at Gu Junke and said, "Ms. Gu, thank you for liking my paintings. I'm just sorry about the exhibition."

Gu Junke smiled and shook his head, stood up, and took out his bag.

But the zipper of the bag seemed not to be zipped properly, and some of the contents fell out scatteredly, because some of them fell at Mr. Cangming's feet, so Mr. Cangming also squatted down and helped Gu Junke pack them away.

"I'm really sorry." Gu Junke smiled guiltily.

"It's okay." Mr. Cangming, who was helping to pick up things, accidentally saw the picture album in Gu Junke's bag.

"This is a picture album I published a long time ago..." Mr. Cangming seemed to recall something, and the expression on his face softened. She opened the album and said, "At that time, my husband had not passed away yet, and we...

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Mr. Cangming's words stopped abruptly, and his eyes stopped on the page he had turned to. There was a 16K painting sandwiched between the pages. The painting had only a few strokes and was extremely expressive, but it seemed unfinished.

Mr. Cangming squatted on the ground, holding the exercise in his hand. After about a minute or two, she said softly: "Young Master An, you go and do your work first. I will go shopping again. I think Miss Gu will be very happy later."
Chapter completed!