Honda's car turned around and inserted it through an alley. When it came out, there was a warning light on the side of the road. The traffic police in a dark blue uniform stood beside it, and the ambulance lights flashed.

Han Xuan looked over there and felt that it must have been a car accident. Seeing this, the driver quickly slowed down and felt guilty and integrated into the slow traffic. He was caught and fined by the traffic police. He would lose a lot. He privately summoned passengers and ran a red light at speed. In addition to drinking, he basically did everything he shouldn't have violated the rules. He could go to the bureau for a few days according to his crime.

Not far away, the San Francisco Art Museum stands out in the Bay Area urban complex. The original military retirement building in the Municipal Center was demolished and the art museum was built on it. It was just started in February this year. The green belt has not been paved yet, revealing a large area of ​​land.

The walls are covered with red marble, with a radial black and white glass cylinder in the middle, and there are no windows around. The three-section step structure highlights the three-dimensional lines of the art gallery. The whole building looks quite magnificent and has a strong Arabic style.

After driving to the entrance of the San Francisco Art Museum, Han Xuan found a girl sitting next to the flower bed, patted the backrest of the front seat, and asked the driver to stop the car quickly...

Since there was an industry like a painter, the living standards of creators have been in two extreme situations. Either the famous and rich are so rich, or the poor are so poor that they can’t afford to eat. This is especially true in Western oil paintings, each of which is burned with money.

They also like to compare themselves with their peers. Mrs. Cecilia saw many luxury cars today and saw people walking. These people are basically arrogant and unwilling to fall behind. They would rather walk over than lose their face. So these two old cars with black smoke became very conspicuous.

Han Xuan didn't know that he was the focus, so the bodyguards formed a circle to help him open the door. The situation was very strange. He waved immediately as soon as he got off the car: "Anya!"

The girl heard someone calling her, and looked around and didn't find anyone, but unexpectedly saw half a small figure squeezed out of the big men in black. She stood up in shock and shouted: "Han Xuan? Why are you here!"

"You want to start an exhibition, of course I have to come here." The boy trotted to her and straightened his messy hair and said.

Anya wore a light gray T-shirt today, with slender calves exposed under her pink hot pants. She probably didn't go out often, and her skin was very white. Her expression changed instantly, and she smiled and narrowed her eyes: "It's my mother's art exhibition, and I only occupied a small piece of space in the corner."

"It's already great, this is the San Francisco Art Museum." Han Xuan encouraged. He often went to New York when he was at Brown University. The two have met many times in half a year. The relationship is more familiar than before. He talks about it as soon as he met.

The down-and-out artists did not see the expected scene, but instead were shocked by this attitude.

Cecilia was talking to an old man at the entrance of the art gallery. She found a boy she knew, and apologized to him, and walked up to the two of them: "Did you come alone?"

"It happened to be in Los Angeles. I heard that you were here to hold an art exhibition, ma'am." Han Xuan answered politely.

"It's a pity that Mr. Han didn't come here. It took more than a year to complete Zhang Hua. After the end, I always feel that there is still some shortcomings. Your grandfather has a high artistic cultivation. I want him to help him take a look."

Mrs. Cecilia smiled and said, "Get in quickly, Dolores' painting is on the third floor. When you came to my house, she hid it and didn't let you see it."

"It's not like this, it's not done at that time!" Anya explained loudly, angry at being betrayed by her mother, and grabbed Han Xuan's hand and ran away.

Entering from the gate, the first floor displays the gallery collection, which is divided into several small galleries by the wall, and the roadside is a description of the painter, such as Stuart Davis, David Smith, John Graham and other famous American modern artists, all of whom have their works here.

The black and white cylindrical tower reflects the sunlight on the pitch-black ground, which combines decoration and practicality, introduces sufficient natural light to the interior of the art gallery. The towering atrium of the building is entirely illuminated by the sunlight, which is a major feature of the San Francisco Art Gallery.

The white wall has only been used for a few months, and there is no trace of dust. Even if the air conditioner is not turned on, the inside is quite cool.

The poster reads "Cecilia Patacci - Classical Oil Painting Exhibition", which should be the full name of Mrs. Cecilia. Next to it is a photo of a bald old man. Without looking at the name written on it, the boy still doesn't know that he is Picasso.

I was slightly surprised and stood in front of the poster and read the introduction carefully. I learned that half a month later, the most influential artist of the 20th century would have more than 150 works on display at the San Francisco Art Gallery, titled "Picasso and American Art".

Wandering with Anya, Han Xuan had learned some basic art before, and it was a bit difficult for him to create works, but he still had the basic aesthetic standards.

The collection retains many local art works, and the famous California oil painter Richard De Bencoen has the most works, especially the Ocean Park series, which occupies a particularly important position.

I didn't feel bored when I looked at the painting. I walked around the floor and then asked to go up.

As soon as I arrived at the second floor, the exhibition hall in front of me contained some controversial videos, some of which were very yellow and violent, but now they are called art here.

Unlike the downstairs, most of the second floor are photography or graphic artworks, and there are computers and interactive arts stored. Perhaps they want to integrate into her wonderful world. The boy whispered: "The photos I took in the Maldives won the gold medal in the National Geographic Traveler Photography Competition, which are the ones I sent to you."

Hearing Han Xuan's complacent tone, Anya smiled with a very proud face: "They are very beautiful, and I like them very much. Congratulations, you will be more surprised later."

"What?" Han Xuan asked, accidentally walked into the library. Several young students inside were looking at him with strange eyes. They couldn't help but feel strange. They glanced at the body art photography works hanging on the wall, and their old faces turned red in an instant.

I don't care, but Anya is here...

What surprised him was that the girl did not make a fuss, and was very calm about it, with appreciation in her eyes and commenting in a low voice, as if it was not plump enough, but not beautiful enough, the boy lamented that the artist's brain structure was indeed different from that of ordinary people.

The woman area was fine, but he looked up and found that there were photos of naked men hanging in front of him. Han Xuan hurriedly covered her eyes, pulled them back, muttering constantly: "You can't look at those, your eyes will be blind!"

Anya was confused. Although she was curious, she still listened to Han Xuan's words and came to the stairwell obediently, occasionally looking back and thinking, thinking that she would come and take a look in the future...

PS: I made a mistake in the background. I was listed on the 1st. I was shocked if I didn’t save the manuscript. Thank you for the monthly tickets of Asa and the Honghuang Changsheng. Thank you~ If you don’t have the monthly tickets, there will be monthly tickets. There is no one except me. Haha, March 1st, thank you for your support.
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