"What are you thinking about?"
An Ruer waved her jade-like hand in front of his eyes.
Xia Zhou came back to his senses:
"Let's go, let's take a look at the next painting."
"Hmm~ Let's go this way." An Ruer hugged his arm and headed deeper into the exhibition hall.
Xia Zhou temporarily put aside his contemplation about a perpetual motion machine of blood selling, and accompanied her to tour the entire art exhibition.
Historical paintings showcased their charm from a grand perspective. Landscape paintings were slightly inferior, even realistic works were less than half as impressive as historical paintings, the latter brought much more understanding of the wind direction.
Around five in the afternoon, the two walked out of the exhibition hall.
Xia Zhou looked at the bustling streets and the surge of people and thought it was better to take a stroll by the lake in the Academy. The place was both leisurely and quiet, much better than the noisy streets.
