The miserable heroine of the sad novel of the period was penetrated

Chapter 415: Visiting an Art Exhibition

Xia Songlan and Dr. Lin gave the female patient emergency treatment and then referred her to the gynecology department.

Xiao Wei also accompanied the female patient to the gynecology department. Before leaving, he said to Xia Songlan, "Goodbye, Doctor Xia."

Xia Songlan just nodded at him in a distant manner.

When they were far away, Dr. Lin approached Xia Songlan and asked curiously, "Do you know him?"

Xia Songlan shook her head, "Not really acquaintance, just met once."

"No wonder?"

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Doctor Lin looked at Xia Songlan's confused and doubtful eyes and nodded desperately, "Yes, yes, that look, that expression.

It's like a gathering that has accidentally walked into a misty forest, which is particularly tempting.

Even I was moved when I saw it, let alone those stinky men.

You certainly didn't notice that the male attendant had his eyes completely glued to you throughout your treatment.

It's like you are a magnet, attracting him firmly."

Xia Songlan didn't like her analogy and pushed him away with disdain, "Stop being suspicious and talking nonsense. They are just caring about the patients, okay?"

"Tsk tsk... The patient is lying here and you are standing there. I am not blind."

Xia Songlan didn't want to continue this topic. "Then you should go see an ophthalmologist someday when you have time. Maybe it's strabismus."

"Absolutely not, my eyes are fine.

I just want to remind you that you must stay away from bad love affairs like this.

I don't know what his relationship with the female patient is.

He tore someone's genitals while she was pregnant. Even if they are husband and wife, this is considered marital abuse.

It's just a pervert."

At this moment, Nurse Xiao Wang was greeting the new patient. Xia Songlan breathed a sigh of relief, finally not having to continue this topic.

In a blink of an eye, it was the weekend. Xia Songlan and Qin Dashuang made an appointment to arrive at the entrance of the gallery at ten o'clock.

Xia Songlan arrived on time, and Qin Dashuang was already standing at the door of the gallery, waiting eagerly.

Seeing Xia Songlan, she greeted him enthusiastically, "You are finally here. I can't wait to meet our Da Liu."

The artist Qin Dashuang is pursuing this time is named Liu Ping.

Qin Dashuang likes to call people Da Liu.

The two sisters walked into the gallery arm in arm.

In fact, there are not many people who can appreciate this kind of elegant art in this era when material wealth is not abundant, but there are quite a few people in the gallery today.

Qin Dashuang said proudly: "Look at our Liu's exhibition, it is so artistic and attracts so many visitors."

Xia Songlan looked at the wall full of scribbles and found it hard to appreciate them.

Qin Dashuang noticed that Xia Songlan showed a little disgust, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Da Liu is an impressionist, don't look at this painting, you don't understand it.

But in the eyes of experts, they are all excellent works.”

Xia Song nodded with a half-smile, without making any comment.

Qin Dashuang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pulled Xia Songlan to one side of the hall.

There is a group of people gathered in front of this painting. Those on the periphery should be reporters, who are taking pictures inside with their cameras.

Standing in front of the painting was a casually dressed, ordinary-looking man.

Xia Songlan could only say that the painter was dressed casually, because she really couldn't describe his fashion sense.

She felt that the T-shirt the painter was wearing was exactly the kind of T-shirt that every old man chatting at the entrance of the alley must have.

It's wide, baggy and totally shapeless.

It looked like he had worn this shirt for a long time, and the fabric on the shoulders was a little thin and transparent.

There were still traces of paint on the clothes, as if they had not been washed for a long time and had been worn all the time, so they looked wrinkled.

Directly underneath was a pair of wide-leg breeches. The breeches were quite clean, probably newly bought, as the folds at the seams were still very obvious.

But he was wearing a pair of flip-flops on his feet.

He is very strong, but not all-around strong. It's just that his upper body looks exceptionally broad, making his legs appear thin and slender.

Plus, with long hair, the neck seems to be resting on the shoulders.

What Xia Songlan could not accept the most was that Da Liu exuded a strong greasy smell.

He shook his head while speaking, and exuded an air of superiority when introducing his own paintings.

To describe it as an eye-sore is a bit too kind.

Qin Dashuang, however, was stamping her feet excitedly. If she could squeeze in, she would have probably pounced on Da Liu.

Xia Songlan really couldn't understand Qin Dashuang's criteria and aesthetics for choosing a partner.

He teased quietly, “Over the years, the men you’ve liked have always been very different.

Is this a change of style again? Do you want to pursue all different types of men?"

Faced with her best friend's teasing, Qin Dashuang didn't care. Her watery eyes kept staring at Liu Da with sparkling eyes.

He kept praising him, "Liu is an artist. Look at his artistic aura. I am almost intoxicated by him."

"Hmm~~" Xia Songlan covered her nose with some disgust, "It's stinky sweat, haven't you changed those clothes in several years?

Is it white or flesh-colored? It’s almost gray in places.”

Qin Dashuang patted Xia Songlan unhappily and said, "What do you know? This is the temperament of an artist.

Don't just look at the appearance, look at the inside.

I originally wanted to buy him new clothes, but our Liu disagreed. He said he liked this kind of starched clothes, which were comfortable and inspiring.

Xia Songlan curled her lips in disdain.

Ha ha……

There was a light laugh from beside me.

The two looked in the direction of the voice and unexpectedly saw Xiaowei again.

Although Xia Songlan felt that Xiaowei was a bit promiscuous, his figure and appearance did make people feel more comfortable after seeing Liu Da.

Of course, that's assuming we put aside his messy private life.

Xia Songlan thought silently and ignored him. She just glanced at him and then looked away.

Qin Dashuang's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, I didn't expect that we are so destined to meet. We can meet here. Do you also like to look at Liu's paintings?"

Xiaowei's outfit today is completely different from that day and is particularly formal.

A white shirt and black trousers, with the shirt tucked into the waistband of the trousers, lengthens the proportions of the entire body a bit, and the two long legs that were already long appear particularly straight and tall.

What’s surprising is that he was wearing frameless glasses, looking gentle, handsome and abstinent.

Xiao Wei responded to Qin Dashuang's greeting, "My sister likes it."

Qin Dashuang was stunned.

Xiaowei pointed at a beautiful girl in a yellow dress standing next to Liu in the crowd and said, "That's my sister.

She admires the painter’s work.”

In fact, Qin Dashuang had noticed the girl just now.

She is thin and small, but has very big eyes. At first glance, she looks like a naive and innocent girl.

Qin Dashuang raised his eyebrows with some hostility, and said hypocritically: "Little girl, you have a good eye."

Xiaowei smiled and nodded, "My sister is still young and too naive."

From beginning to end, Xia Songlan didn't say a word to Xiaowei.

Xiaowei took good care of her. When the waiter brought champagne, he also asked her to squeeze a glass of juice for her.

Qin Dashuang smiled with a fake smile, "Xiaowei, you are being partial to one and neglecting the other."

Xiao Wei smiled and shook his head, "Doctor Xia doesn't like drinking, it's better to drink some juice."

Qin Dashuang looked at him carefully for a few times, and immediately said seriously: "Our Song Lan is the mother of two children, I have warned you long ago not to have any evil ideas about her.

She is not the same kind of person as you, and you can't afford to offend her.

If you don't put away your dirty thoughts, be careful that I will punish you."

Xiao Wei still had a smile on his face, "You think too much."

Xia Songlan was speechless about the two of them talking about her in front of her. She walked aside and looked intently at the scribbles on the wall.

It's a pity that even when I look at it from such a close distance, I don't think it's that great and I still can't appreciate it.

A white hand reached out from the side, holding a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Xia Songlan looked in the direction of his hand and saw Xiaowei.

"Dr. Xia, what do you think of Painter Liu's paintings?" Xiaowei asked, meeting her gaze.

Xia Songlan turned her head and looked around for Qin Dashuang, and saw that she had squeezed next to Da Liu, with a smile on her face and saying something attentively.

Xia Songlan withdrew her gaze speechlessly.

Xiaowei's hand was still in that position, still holding the glass of juice.

"Thank you!"

Xia Songlan took the juice but did not drink it immediately. Her eyes returned to the painting.