Great Britain, the capital of London, is a little after 12 p.m.
The girl with waist length yellow hair stood expressionless in the room, opened her hands and let another proud blonde girl take care of her up and down.
The girl's orange pupils are as bright as crystal, which seems to reflect the color of the sky directly. Her face is as delicate as a doll, but also as ruthless as a doll.
"Really white, it's ready? The art exhibition is about to start, are you ready to go?" The blonde girl ended the movement of her hand, slightly stepped back, looked up and down at her dress, nodded with satisfaction, and then said.
The expressionless girl nodded slightly and said softly, "Yes, Rita."
The girl named Rita smiled and nodded, then opened the door and waited for the girl who was called "the girl falling from the sky to the world" to come out of the room.
Draw your eyes out of the whole building. In the stream of people coming and going, put it on the notice board at the door and paste the activities to be held here.
"The third stop of the London Cruise Painting Exhibition of the talented painter"
It was written on the bulletin board.
Among the people coming and going at the door, there are elderly people over 50 years old, newly married couples, and of course, warm and harmonious families.
One of the children was unusually conspicuous. Not because he did something strange, but because when the children around him were looking around curiously or playing with each other, he was sitting quietly on the stool provided for tourists to rest in the hall, staring at the books in his hand.
After the host's speech and the speech of the local leader, the lights in the hall dimmed. The passers-by who had been whispering from time to time just now suddenly quieted down and turned their expectant eyes to the center of the stage.
The child sitting on the stool also had to stop his action, close the book, and scan around in every way.
Moments later, the host's figure disappeared in the dark, but the words spread through the microphone in the whole hall.
"Well, thank you, ladies and lovely children, for coming to the third stop of this London Cruise Painting Exhibition named Miss Zhenbai."
"The name of Miss Zhiming Zhenbai must be familiar to everyone who comes here today. As a world-class talented painter, although she is only 16 years old, her paintings are widely praised in the entire oil painting industry. Famous painters around the world believe that Miss Zhiming Zhenbai will be able to paint famous paintings in the future..."
"... Then, let's stop gossiping. Next, let's welcome the real white lady!"
When the words came down, there was a gentle but continuous applause off the stage. The bright light hit the center of the stage in a moment, and Zhui Mingzhen dressed in a white dress came on the stage. She looked at the flash lights that suddenly began to flash around without expression.
When the flash came to an end, the host's voice sounded again.
"Presumably, you also know something about the character of Miss Zhiming Zhenbai, so now let our talented painter take a rest. Finally, I announce the end of the ceremony of this exhibition, and then you can browse in the hall at will. The details of all paintings are marked below the picture frame. If you have any needs, please give feedback to our staff. I hope you can enjoy the excellent works brought to you by Miss Jingming Zhenbai in the next time! "
Then, the hall, which was still dark just now, suddenly became bright, and the static crowd also began to flow again, just like a movie with the pause button pressed, and started playing again.
Zhui Ming followed his teacher, Adair Eindsworth, with her eyes slightly narrowed, as if she was thinking about something, but her face was still cold.
"Then, Zhenbai, let's go for a walk? The teacher will accompany this gentleman around for a while." It seems that he can see the boredom hidden beneath the surface. Adair touched Zhenbai's head and said with a smile.
Zhui Ming nodded his head in vain to show that he understood, and then turned to the east wall of the hall. With nothing to do now, she is going to walk around the hall to look at her paintings that are already familiar to her.
"Want to eat the annual ring cake... Where is Rita?" After walking half a circle, the girl touched her stomach and uttered a low voice.
Then, the sight of Zhiming Zhenbai began to look for his roommate and good friend. But soon, Zhiming noticed a child in the corner.
The child did not look at her paintings curiously like the adults around her, nor did he look at her paintings curiously like those children. Instead, sit quietly in a corner and immerse yourself in your own world.
The head is slanted, and the vertebra name is really confused. It is the first time for a girl who has held many art exhibitions to see someone who is not interested in her paintings, but who lives in a corner and doesn't know what to do.
After thinking about it, Zhui Ming walked over in vain and said softly, "What are you looking at?"
The child came back from his own world, turned his head and looked at Zhui Ming in surprise, because what he had just heard was Japanese.
"Sister is an island native?" The child put down his book and looked up curiously at Zhui Mingzhen Bai. He came here to travel with his family this time, but it seems that he is not interested in the exhibition.
Zhui Ming nodded in vain and repeated his words just now, "What are you looking at?"
The child was stunned when he heard the words, then opened his book and said, "It's a cartoon."
Looking at the black and white lines on the book, the doubts on the real white face of Zhiming can not help but become more. She stared at this thing called "Cartoon" and said aloud, "Is it very interesting, this?"
The child nodded and said excitedly, "Very interesting!"
"Oh." After saying that, Zhui Ming turned around and left. The child looked at the girl's back in doubt, shook his head, and then immersed himself in the world of comics.
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"Ah, how white! So you are here." The blonde girl found her long sought figure in a corner of the hall.
The girl in the white dress turned around after hearing the words, looked at the blonde girl in front of her and said seriously, "Rita, I want to draw cartoons."
"Ah? What are you talking about?" Rita looked at Zhui's name in amazement and doubted that she had just heard something wrong.
"I want to draw cartoons."
The pure white girl stood under the pure white light, still with the expressionless appearance, still with the cold tone, but as if, with unprecedented stubbornness and seriousness.
Rita stared at the girl who was known as the "world-class genius painter", the girl who had been living in her care, and the girl who had beaten herself to pieces
A despicable thought rose in my heart: if she could fail once
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