At this moment, a hand patted him gently, Wang Baoyu turned around, and saw Wang Linlin sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking at him with a smile, and handing over a drink.

"Linlin, you play! Big brother is sleepy. Wang Baoyu took it with a slight smile, but even he felt reluctant with this smile.

"You're upset! Big brother, some people may feel unremarkable after getting some things. Wang Linlin said seriously.

"Little brat, what do you know?" Wang Baoyu said with a smile, and couldn't help but scratch her delicate nose lovingly. In my heart, I felt that Wang Linlin was right, and there was some truth in it.

"You're the big fart!" Wang Linlin laughed and pounced, and her two little hands scratched left and right on Wang Baoyu's body, so itchy that Wang Baoyu couldn't stop even begging for mercy. Wang Linlin seemed to have had enough, lying on Wang Baoyu's chest and snorting and resting, Wang Baoyu couldn't help but gently pat Wang Linlin's back, somehow, she always had a special love for Wang Linlin, and was even willing to protect her.

The two chatted for a while, Wang Linlin rubbed her red eyes and continued to stay up late to surf the Internet, and Wang Baoyu also fell asleep on the sofa.

At eight o'clock the next morning, the two of them left the Internet café and had breakfast nearby, Wang Linlin's eyes were blank, she yawned, and said that she wanted to go home to sleep, and Wang Baoyu wanted to send her, but she was still refused.

Wang Linlin took a taxi and left, and Wang Baoyu drove back to the Party School of the Municipal Party Committee, only to see that outside the main building, there were many good cars parked, Wang Baoyu looked for a long time, and finally found a vacant seat and stopped the car.

Entering the hall, it was already overcrowded, including many media reporters carrying long guns and short guns, and the opening ceremony of the party building art exchange pen meeting was about to be held.

Wang Baoyu squeezed into the crowd and saw Yang Hongjun and a group of other old artists, all wearing red flowers and standing on the stage, forming a fan-shaped, standing in the middle of several middle-aged men, dressed in suits, with straight waists, smiling and calm, at first glance, they were the city leaders who came to the opening ceremony.

"Kid, where did you go, there was no one all night." Li Keren saw Wang Baoyu and squeezed over and said dissatisfiedly.

"Why don't you sleep well, why are you knocking on my door?" Wang Baoyu asked with a pruning eye.

"I don't know what's wrong, I don't care about you!" Li Keren said embarrassedly.

"I met a friend last night and had a drink and talked for an evening." Wang Baoyu said casually.

"Now I'm not honest at all, I don't smell of alcohol on my body, I obviously don't drink alcohol." Li Keren sniffled and said in disbelief.

At this time, the microphone on the stage rang, and the host first announced the list of leaders and artists who attended the meeting, including two deputy secretaries of the municipal party committee, as well as a deputy mayor and the president of the party school, and more than 20 artists, almost all of whom held positions in the association.

"Eldest sister, why don't you have your name?" Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

"I'm not unusual! Kid, I'm here this time just to have a good time, you know? Li Keren said unhappily.

I don't understand, Wang Baoyu shook his head honestly, since he joined in the fun, what are you doing with two broken paintings?

Li Keren muttered in a low voice, layman! Then he swept the rostrum boringly.

The opening ceremony is finally over, and the next step is to go to the adjacent exhibition room to watch the works displayed by the artists.

Of course, the leaders walked in front, followed by the artists, and the rest followed, and the exhibition room was very large, and it was already full of all kinds of calligraphy and paintings, including two by Yang Hongjun, and the ink on them was new, very much like it was written this morning.

Next to Yang Hongjun's calligraphy, there were two works brought by Li Keren, Wang Baoyu smiled and said: "Sister Keren, you are borrowing Uncle Yang's light!" ”

"Go to the side, if it weren't for Uncle Yang's face, I would never show the painting." Li Keren flatly denied it.

Wang Baoyu smiled and asked in disbelief: "Eldest sister, why don't you hang up to the horn of Gari?" I'm afraid there are few calligraphers here who can surpass Uncle Yang, don't you want to be famous by others? ”

Li Keren stretched out his hand and poked Wang Baoyu's head hard, and said angrily: "Child, I see that you have been in the society for too long, and your heart and eyes are all crooked!" You didn't understand the strength of the eldest sister, the eldest sister is too lazy to be famous, otherwise Uncle Yang will touch my light at this time! ”

There was a leader in front of him, Wang Baoyu tried his best to hold his mouth and not laugh, gave a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "You are amazing!" Li Keren rolled his eyes and ignored Wang Baoyu.

The leaders just walked by and pretended to take a look, and it is unknown whether they really understand or not. As soon as the leaders left, the media reporters followed, and there were many fewer people, and the scene immediately quieted down.

The old artists, happily striding in the exhibition room, waiting for the praise and praise of the visitors. Indeed, after seeing the works, some people either ask old artists to sign autographs or take group photos for keeping, and occasionally ask the price of the works.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and a wrinkled face walked in tremblingly with the support of two people. When the old artists saw this person, they hurriedly greeted him, Wang Baoyu guessed that this was a big man, and hurriedly asked Li Keren: "Sister, do you know him?" ”

He should be the old president of the Artists Association many years ago, named Li Shaofeng, one of the most famous painters in China. His paintings are hard to find, and it is said that more than 10,000 yuan per square foot, it is not easy to buy. Li Keren said.

Wang Baoyu nodded, expressing his admiration, Li Keren is really engaged in art, and he understands these things very well. But he didn't borrow it and asked: "Eldest sister, he is so old and can't walk steadily, can you see how good it is?" ”

Li Keren said affirmatively: "Of course you can, you don't understand the art industry, the older you get, the more valuable it is!" ”

Li Shaofeng smiled, gently waved his hand to greet these old artists, and with the support of the left and right, he walked slowly in the exhibition hall, admiring the works, for some works, the expression was calm, some works, shaking their heads and sighing, and some simply swept by, and the best situation was just a light nod.

After a long time, Li Shaofeng's face began to be filled with disappointment, as if none of the works here could really satisfy him. When he slowly walked to the place where Wang Baoyu and Li Keren were standing, and caught a glimpse of the two paintings hanging on the wall, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked over with a slight trembling tremble, and after carefully checking the paintings for a long time, he suddenly turned his head and asked excitedly: "Whose work is this?" ”