The soft coaxing in my ears drove the disabled young master Song crazy.

Many of the people who came to the exhibition were good friends of Mrs. Song, or they were ladies she knew or dignitaries.

Lin Yuwei looked at the real people coming and going, and understood in her heart that in fact, these classes could not be squeezed in with much effort. Many of them were from aristocratic families, which were decided at birth.

Seeing them, those people came over and greeted them softly: "Mrs. Song, Mrs. Song, I haven't seen you for a long time."

None of these people were known to Lin Yuwei, so when they greeted them, they just smiled and nodded.

On the other hand, Mrs. Song always introduced her to someone whenever she came over to say hello: "This is my daughter-in-law, isn't she beautiful?"

The smile on her face didn't seem to be fake, and Lin Yuwei was also the truth, so those who wanted to try to get along with the Song family sincerely praised her: "Indeed, those who didn't know thought she was your daughter. She is equally as charming as the country."

He praised Mrs. Song until her eyebrows were crescent.

Lin Yuwei also received a lot of business cards. Although as the young lady of the Song family, she did not need to take these business cards seriously, but if she left the Song family, these were all connections to her.

The art exhibition contains paintings by many well-known painters, and even some priceless paintings are displayed.

On the way, Mrs. Song was called over by a few people she had made friends with. Before leaving, she did not forget to tell Lin Yuwei: "If you see something you like, ask the curator to wrap it up for you. If you need anything, just go over there and call me."

"Okay, I understand mom."

Seeing how much she valued this daughter-in-law, the expressions others looked at Lin Yuwei changed a little.

It seems that this daughter-in-law's status in the Song family is more important than they imagined.

After Mrs. Song left, Lin Yuwei started shopping by herself, slowly looking at the paintings one by one.

She didn't feel anything at first, until she saw a pair of dark blue sunflowers.

The deep black blue, like the sea and the night, gives people a feeling of extreme despair and depression, but in this desperate situation, several sunflowers grow.

The touch of orange growing out of the dark blue is like the sunlight tearing a hole under the dark clouds. It is salvation and a breathing space.

Lin Yuwei seemed to see the painter's situation - he must be working hard to get out of his current predicament, he must be working very hard to live, and there is still hope in his heart.

Seeing her watching here for a long time, someone couldn't help but come up to chat.

"Mrs. Song, do you like this painting?"

Lin Yuwei turned around and looked over, and found that it was a middle-aged man she didn't recognize. He was wearing a pair of glasses and looked very elegant and polite.

Although he didn't recognize him, he still nodded to him.

"Do you know this painter?"

Before the man could speak, he heard a very sarcastic laugh coming from behind.

"I don't even know the artist, why are you here to participate in an art exhibition?"

Lin Yuwei looked back and saw a man with long hair. He was dressed in an artistic style, but his eyes were too arrogant.

She was too lazy to pay attention and her eyes fell on the lower right corner of the painting, where a name was written in dragon and phoenix flying handwriting - Chai Ying.

He couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman, but when he saw this name, Lin Yuwei's brain seemed to have been hit hard by something. Why is this happening? Why does it feel familiar? But I have never learned painting at all, so I shouldn’t know these things.

Seeing her tightly closing her eyes and looking in extreme pain, the long-haired man panicked for a moment and looked at the people next to him hurriedly: "I didn't do anything. You saw it, so I just said It was just a sentence, who would have thought she was so fragile?"

At this time, Mrs. Song also noticed the panic here and walked over quickly.

"Weiwei, what's wrong?"

When the others were about to tell Mrs. Song what happened, Lin Yuwei finally came to her senses. She waved her hand at Mrs. Song, "Mom, I'm fine. You don't have to worry."

The worried expression on Mrs. Song's face still did not completely go away. She took Lin Yuwei's hand and kept rubbing her palm with her hands, trying to make Lin Yuwei's hands warmer.

Seeing that Mrs. Song paid so much attention to Lin Yuwei, the expression on the long-haired man's face became even more panicked.

He thought Lin Yuwei was just an arty vase who came in and wanted to take the opportunity to get acquainted with the rich and famous here, but he didn't expect that she turned out to be Mrs. Song's daughter-in-law.

Isn't that a member of the Song family?

Finished!

At this time, this was the only thought left in his mind.

When Lin Yuwei looked at him, this idea became even stronger.

The next second, Lin Yuwei's cold voice rang out - "Does this gentleman think that if you don't know these painters, you are not qualified to come and participate in the art exhibition? Then tell me, what kind of paints do these painters use, what factions do they belong to, and what kind of paint do they belong to?" What kind of thoughts and feelings are expressed.”

The long-haired man was stared at by her burning eyes and was speechless for a moment.

But he studied art after all, so he quickly started to talk: "This is a realist school. This writer was famous for her miserable early life, so many of her paintings show the struggle of the lower class society."

At first he could still say a lot of things, but as he talked, even if he searched out all the knowledge in his mind, it wouldn't be enough.

At first, he was complacent that he knew art, but after being asked these questions by Lin Yuwei, he realized that he only knew a little bit.

But soon he showed a arrogant expression. So what if he only knew a little bit? This wealthy young lady might know even less than him.

Before he could step on Lin Yuwei, he heard Lin Yuwei's indifferent voice: "Since you can't tell, let me add to you, this is a painting from Monet's period, and the paint he used is..."

Lin Yuwei stood there talking, her whole body seemed to be radiating light. She was not standing in the middle of the crowd, but everyone's eyes were focused on her at this moment. She is the protagonist at this moment.

There was a figure not far away. When he heard her comment, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly walked forward.

"Go to the front and help me find out who the girl in front is. She actually knows these little-known things."

If you are an ordinary person, knowing what writer it is, what period it is, and what faction it is is already very powerful, but this girl said a lot of obscure things.

Only those who are devoted to the study of art know these things.

But the assistant next to him gave him an answer that shocked him - "That is Lin Yuwei from the Song family, Song Kai's wife, the curator, you should know her." (End of Chapter)