Chapter 87 The Finch in the Cage

He had to pick up what he knew and said, "Although your tutor said so, it only represents his personal opinion!" I think... I think your painting is very meaningful!"

"Real?" The blonde forced a smile: "Don't comfort me. I know you are kind."

"No!" Pan Hongsheng suddenly came to the inspiration: "You see, the protagonist of your painting has been facing people with his back, and his face has not been exposed, and the whole picture shows melancholy and introverted beauty..."

"Oh?" The woman raised her spirits a little.

"Yes, that's it! This melancholy beauty is like your French red wine, with a strong and elegant taste..." Pan Hongsheng felt that he was about to succeed, but the knowledge about oil painting in his stomach was almost exhausted.

The blonde woman stared at her work, and Pan Hongsheng also looked at the painting, which lasted for more than ten seconds.

Do you know? This painting is me..." The woman suddenly turned her face and smiled at him: "You are right at all, and you are the only one who can understand the painting! My father and mother can't see it... I'm really happy to have a bosom friend. I don't know if I have time to have dinner with me?"

Oh! Dinner!

In France, if a woman is willing to have dinner with you, it means...

She is willing to do anything with you.

"Hm..." Pan Hongsheng stared at the other party's blue eyes, and there seemed to be no reason to refuse.

This unexpected encounter swept away the anger brought to him by the previous encounter.

As for the pursuit of the murderer, he doesn't have to worry too much. Emancipating himself is an important topic of Pan Hongsheng in the past year.

In the past, he was young and thin, and he played the role of a lonely hero everywhere. Now he has his own empire and his own barriers. There is really no need to do anything.

A woman's home is very big and gorgeous, which is completely different from Pan Hongsheng's imagination.

It turned out that her father was a successful leather goods dealer. His main business was to import leather goods from Italy and then sell them to Asian countries.

He seems to have a good impression on Chinese people, because most of his customers are Chinese. I am very happy to see my daughter bring a black-haired and yellow-skinned friend. Generally speaking, the French do not like visits without an appointment, but the dinner is very rich. Pan Hongsheng looks very calm on the long French table. He has eaten all the western food at home and abroad, and he also has a western chef, so he is not embarrassed about this set of etiquette.

"I heard that you work in a government office?" The girl's father seems to be inseparable from his business. He knows that those who work in the government and have the opportunity to go abroad to Paris must be high-level personnel.

These officials have the right to be stingy when buying office equipment.

This kind of customer is what every businessman wants and dreams of.

"Introducing myself, my name is George Truney, and this is my daughter Camille Truney..." Old Truney was very cautious during the introduction. His attentive eyes and respectful tone constantly emphasized that Pan Hongsheng was a distinguished guest.

And his daughter Camille has been bowing her head and saying nothing, and the blue eyes behind her glasses are gloomy.

Although it was the first time to see the father and daughter, Pan Hongsheng could see Camille's disgust with his father at a glance.

Artists generally find it difficult to get along well with businessmen.

Because the value orientation and values of the two are completely different, the better the businessman is, the more things he can sell at a price.

The better the artist, the more you can't sell.

But because the girl has such a father, she has no material worries.

Her own room is very beautiful and gorgeous, and Pan Hongsheng has never seen that kind of decoration style.

Although he is more valuable than Mr. Truney, he is a layman who knows nothing about how to enjoy it.

For Pan Hongsheng, it is a lucky thing to meet this kind of girl. Fortunately, Camille took him to visit his studio after a sumptuous dinner.

All Camille's works are displayed here, one of which is particularly attractive. It is in the center of the studio, with a large and clear face.

Pan Hongsheng guessed almost immediately that this should be Camille's mother.

Because of the kindness and even a little weak personality in the eyes, it is exactly the same as Camille

.

This girl looks very much like her father, but her personality and charm are no different from her mother.

Pan Hongsheng always dared not say anything about his judgment.

Because he vaguely felt that this painting had a heavy status in the girl's heart.

"You're right. This is my mother."

The other party broke the suspicion in his heart: "Everyone who has seen this painting has no negative opinions. Someone even proposed to buy her with a huge amount of money, but do you think I will sell it?"

Pan Hongsheng felt a deep sadness in the girl's tone. It seemed that the word mother was an exclamation mark in her heart, just like the word father was a question mark in her heart.

Camille's mother divorced her father when she was a teenager. When they broke up, they hardly said hello to her when she was young, and her mother was erased in her life.

Unlike Pan Hongsheng, this kind of parents who disappear halfway is the most tender.

When Pan Hongsheng was a child, he saw other children acting coquettishly in their father's generous chest, but he only envied and did not miss them.

Because he never knew what it was like, he didn't know how to be sad.

Like a blind man born, he doesn't understand the taste of parting.

And Camille was a blind person. She knew the warmth, beauty and breadth of maternal love, but one day she suddenly lost her most precious wealth.

The cruelest thing in the world is to give you light and brilliance, let you fully know the beauty and splendor of the world, and finally take everything away.

Pan Hongsheng suddenly put his hand on Camille's shoulder.

French girls are all big bones, and they are about the same height. When Camille's lips are sent up, Pan Hongsheng doesn't have to stand on tiptoe or bow his head.

He happily accepted the kiss, but his mood was completely different from when he was eating.

"Hi! Why are you here?" I don't know when old Truny came in. He was drunk with a cigarette in one hand. It seemed that he drank a lot at dinner just now.

This kind of person can get drunk when entertaining guests. It seems to be a real addict.

Some people regard drinking as a weapon and diplomatic means, while others are really addicted to alcohol.

Pan Hongsheng frowned slightly, because even if the other party's wine smell was covered with a strong perfume, it was still useless.

"What's the matter... Don't young girls and young men like to go to the bedroom to talk about things now..." Old Truny is obviously a little drunk, but it seems to be a temptation with ulterior motives.

"Dad, would you like to go out..." Camille's eyes drooped.

"I'll tell you, Camille! Don't talk to me like this anymore!" Old Truny suddenly became angry: "I'll tell you again, I'm your father, and I provide you with everything!" Everything about you! You have no right to use this attitude towards me! I told you to sell that painting! My business partner, Mr. Joseph, has said several times that I can't offend him!"

After saying that, he left angrily and fell down before leaving: "At three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, they will come to get the painting!" If you don't agree, please move out of this house.

Pan Hongsheng looked at the two women turned against each other and turned against each other, even in front of him, an outsider!

Generally, French people pay great attention to their privacy. In this case, they expose their family affairs to outsiders... It's a little strange.

"Did you see it? This is my father." Camille sneered with an expressionless face.

Her reaction seemed to be very flat, and she didn't cry and scream as Pan Hongsheng imagined.

It seems that this father's excessive behavior has happened more than once, and the girl has been numb.

"I wanted to move out for a long time, but in the end I came back with a disgraced face... No one bought my paintings, and I didn't have the ability to support myself..." Camille's eyes were full of tears when he said this: "When I was a child, I was very grateful to my father for not letting me do anything or learn anything. Now I understand... It turned out that's not It must be good for yourself.

Pan Hongsheng put his hands on each other's shoulders: "Don't worry, one day someone will appreciate your painting. Maybe I can help you... Your father's friend Joseph, tell me his specific situation. Maybe I can convince him; after all, this is not an ordinary work. This is your mother. All the emotional sustenance... right?"

Camille couldn't say a word, and tears had soaked his whole face.