She genuinely loves art

Chapter 99 She genuinely loves art

Jung Do-hoon pushed the wheelchair, and Ya-hsien came out of the underground parking garage and walked to the elevator.

Before coming to the cultural exhibition, Jung Do-hoon had not expected that young Koreans would be so interested in Spanish culture. The queue outside was very long. If it weren't for the VIP tickets, Jung Do-hoon estimated that he and Ya-hsien would not have been able to enter until noon.

"Ah—" Ya Xian yawned, glancing listlessly at the elevator buttons.

It's good to go out for a stroll; at least this is some time alone with Zheng Daoxun.

Staying at home, I can't find a reason to ask him to keep me company.

What's the point of Spanish culture? It's not as interesting as watching TV shows at home.

The elevator doors stopped on the first floor, where two white men with bushy beards stood guard. Ya Xian showed the QR code on her phone, and with a quick scan, the authentication was complete.

As for Jeong Do-hoon —

The two men glanced at it with their naked eyes and then made way for them.

"That's the official air of a diplomat, so impressive." Ya Xian raised her hand and gave Zheng Daoxun a thumbs up.

Zheng Daoxun gently patted Ya Xian's baseball cap: "I feel like you're being sarcastic."

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"I was genuinely praising you!" Ya-xian said, covering her head in grievance.

Although I wasn't interested in the Spanish cultural exhibition, it's human nature to join in the fun.

Ya-Hsien raised her phone, turned on the front camera, and was about to take a beautiful photo of herself when half of Jung Do-Hsun's body appeared in the frame.

He was dressed casually today.

Well, strictly speaking, it's a matching outfit with Ya Xian's.

He wore a Manchester City jersey with black summer clothes, and he wore slim-fitting white trousers, while Ya Xian wore a dress.

Actually, she wasn't a Manchester City fan; she just bought it because she thought it looked nice.

"Would it be more appropriate to wear a Real Madrid jersey here?" Zheng Daoxun bent down, looked at the camera, and took a picture with Ya Xian.

He was wearing a baseball cap, a stark contrast to his usual suit and tie.

"That's not necessarily true. Internal strife is the most ruthless."

Zheng Daoxun nodded slightly. Ya Xian's words made sense and showed her political wisdom.

"Where should we go first?"

"Let's go somewhere crowded."

It was almost a one-to-one time difference.

When the elevator doors opened again, Xueyun, wearing a beige long dress, stepped out and showed the QR code to the staff.

Successfully passed.

"Which exhibition is better?" she asked the other person in Spanish, which took her a lot of courage.

"Let's go over there? Picasso is there. You can take a good look around while it's less crowded," the bearded white man replied in fluent Korean.

Why does Xue Chong suddenly feel a little deflated?

Does he feel that his spoken English is too poor?

But even Zheng Daoxun, a diplomat, felt that she at least didn't have major communication problems.

Speaking of which, she should take some photos of the venue for Jung Do-hoon.

That's what you call getting a response to everything!

Jung Do-hoon gave her tickets, and she took a picture and shared it with him. That's how they started chatting.

Xueyun walked towards a less crowded area and began taking photos intensively.

"So there really is a football area—" Ya Xian's eyes widened. "Isn't it supposed to be a cultural exhibition?"

"Sports are also part of culture." Zheng Daoxun looked at some exhibits that witnessed the development of Spanish football with great interest, while Ya Xian was taking selfies with her phone and was not very interested in the exhibits.

Your makeup looks really good today.

After I debut, I'll probably have to wear a mask before I dare to come to places like this.

But there's no need to hide anything when you're visiting an exhibition with your own oppa, right?

It's not like a relationship falling apart.

Buzz, buzz, buzz —

My phone started vibrating intensely.

Jung Do-hoon opened his phone and saw that Seol-yoon had sent him seven text messages in a row.

[Xueyun: Picasso doesn't allow direct photography~]

Is this why Xueyun secretly included Picasso's work in her selfie?

In fact, he would eventually end up at Picasso's place.

However, in order not to dampen Xueyun's enthusiasm, Zheng Daoxun quickly replied to her text message:

【very beautiful.】

He was hesitating whether to add that Picasso's work was beautiful.

But to be honest, he doesn't really appreciate it.

Moreover, both the withdrawal and the supplementary explanation seem somewhat redundant, and instead make people wonder if there is any ambiguity.

Jung Do-hoon decided not to dwell on it, put his phone back in his pocket, and continued pushing his wheelchair forward along the designated route.

very beautiful?

Xueyun bit her lip lightly, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she repeatedly zoomed in on the photo she had just sent.

Was they complimenting her on her looks? But she was wearing a mask.

Picasso's works are only partially revealed, and they are all quite abstract, so they probably don't have much to do with beauty, right? Besides, Picasso's works are not known for their aesthetic appeal.

Xueyun shook her head; she suddenly hesitated.

Should I continue sending messages to Jung Do-hoon?

Think about this question when you encounter interesting content.

Xueyun put her phone into her small handbag and continued walking forward with her head down.

"Mmm! I'm very satisfied—" Ya Xian saw the food area. "Food is also part of culture, am I right?"

Zheng Daoxun stopped and glanced at the growing crowd behind him, then at the dazzling array of food and beverage stalls in front of him. He decided to hurry up and take Ya Xian inside to see what she wanted to eat.

Otherwise, if we come back later, we'll definitely have to wait in a very long line.

Although there aren't many people yet, there are still a few scattered queues in front of the popular stalls.

Jung Do-hoon pushed Ya-hsien to a stop in front of the dessert area. Ya-hsien ordered a churros, a chocolate fritter, and an almond cake.

"Isn't it bad to eat so many sweets? Be careful you don't have too much body fat before your debut."

Ya-Hsien used a fork to pick up a piece of almond cake and brought it to Jung Do-hoon's mouth, silencing him.

Zheng Daoxun chewed a couple of times, found the taste good, and said nothing more.

He settled Ya Xian at a table in the corner of the food court and went to queue for a seafood rice stall.

There were seven or eight people queuing in front of the paella stall. Zheng Daoxun stood at the end of the line, took out his phone and casually scrolled through some photos—Xue Chong had sent a few more messages, which were photos of the Goya exhibition area. Goya's works were not as rigorous as Picasso's, and some of the photos were very clear.

Just as he was about to reply, Ya Xian's voice came from behind him: "Oppa, I want to drink juice."

"What kind of juice?"

"Whatever, just buy whatever you see."

"Can't you push your wheelchair to buy it yourself? You might even get a discount." Zheng Daoxun roughly calculated that Ya Xian had asked him to buy five or six other items, and now they had added one more.

However, he had no doubt about Ya Xian's appetite and would definitely not waste food.

Zheng Daoxun rubbed his temples, thinking that perhaps he should take Ya Xian to train tomorrow.

Ya Xian sat alone at the table, resting her chin on her hand, idly scanning the crowd around her.

Her gaze fell upon a girl in a white dress in the art exhibition area not far away. Although she was wearing a mask, you could tell from her eyebrows and eyes that she was a pretty girl with a rather aloof temperament.

She held up her phone and took pictures of one painting after another, taking several shots from different angles. After taking the pictures, she looked down at her phone, seemingly checking the quality of the photos.

Wow, there are actually people who travel all that way just to see the exhibition by themselves?

Ya Xian narrowed her eyes slightly, and couldn't help but feel more respect for the girl.

This person truly loves art.