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"Art, that's what—"

Meng Bao replied with his hands on his hips: "Art is different from what you usually see. It should be weird or broken."

Strange sphinx, broken Venus, that's it.

Meng Bao said and looked down at the plaid skirt he was wearing: "For example, the skirt I am wearing now is a normal skirt. If I wear half of the skirt and half of the pants, or cut a few holes in the skirt, will it be correct?" Is it art?"

The corner of Han Ziqian's mouth slightly raised: "It doesn't seem to be called art, it's called performance art."

Meng Bao asked, "What is performance art?"

Han Ziqian looked at the time, and if he continued to diverge his thinking like this, let alone two hours, he would not be able to visit the Louvre in two days.

So he said, "I'll talk to Meng Bao slowly in the future, and learn English first today, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Meng Bao looked forward to it, "Master, if you read it again, Meng Bao will continue to read."

Han Ziqian read the introduction of Venus Broken Arm again, and Meng Bao's reading speed was obviously faster this time.

"Meng Bao, have you found any pronunciation rules?"

"Yes, yes! For example, this a, if it is sandwiched between two letters, it will..."

Meng Bao gushed out his thoughts.

Han Ziqian and Mengbao were like this. They visited and read the English introduction along the way. While reading and reading, Mengbao learned everything from letters, to pronunciation, to meaning, to grammar.

Lin Wan: "..." Who am I?where am I?

It turns out that this is the feeling of IQ being absolutely crushed...

Not long after, there was another long line in front of us.

Standing on tiptoe, Meng Bao saw an oil painting at the end of the line, covered with a glass cover.

Compared with those huge paintings before, this painting can be called miniature.

Less than 80 centimeters high and just over half a meter wide, it is painted on a black poplar board.

Obviously it looks very low-key, but there are so many people who want to see it.

"That's the Mona Lisa, another treasure of the Louvre and the most famous."

As Han Ziqian said, he glanced at the densely packed, slow-moving crowd like little ants, and felt a little regretful: "Time is limited, so we can't line up to see it today. But we can take a look at the introduction."

Meng Bao didn't speak, and saw that she was still standing on tiptoe, her head stretched out long, and her small face was completely fascinated.

"Ah? Master, did you call me?" Meng Bao stared at it fascinatedly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Han Ziqian's eyebrows flashed in surprise: "It's so far away, can you see it?"

"Yes." Meng Bao replied.

It's not very far away, so I can see it clearly.

Meng Bao's eyesight is so good?Han Ziqian felt a little surprised, but didn't say anything.

"Okay, then let's read the introduction of "Mona Lisa."

"Okay, okay, let's read quickly." Meng Bao said eagerly.

The smiling aunt looked so mysterious, with an inexplicable attraction, Meng Bao couldn't help looking at it again and again.

Seeing that Meng Bao was very interested, Han Ziqian simply put aside the standard introduction in the brochure and told Meng Bao about the painting.

"Meng Bao, do you think Mona Lisa is not smiling when you look at her mouth, but when you look at her eyes, you think she is smiling?"

"That's right! Master is amazing, that's how it feels!"

Han Ziqian continued: "Many people are studying the "Mona Lisa", and some people have used the micro-expression theory to reach a conclusion that most of the smiles on the Mona Lisa are happy, and there is a little disgust. A little fear, and a little anger."

Meng Bao listened intently, not only his eyes were round, but his mouth was wide open.

"Meng Bao's mouth can be stuffed with eggs." Meng Bao came back to his senses and covered his mouth in embarrassment.

"It's normal to be surprised in front of a great work of art." Han Ziqian didn't make fun of her at all, but the egg gave him a new topic.

"The "Mona Lisa" was painted by Da Vinci, and Da Vinci once studied a thousand eggs in order to learn to paint, and laid a solid foundation. His current achievements are inseparable from his efforts. open."

"One thousand!" Meng Bao respectfully said, "Meng Bao must learn from Uncle Da Vinci and work hard!"

Lin Wan listened with satisfaction in her heart.

This kid taught Mengbao all positive energy.

Han Ziqian joked, "You can't call me uncle, it's not enough to call me grandpa."

Seeing that this interruption took a lot of time, Han Ziqian hurriedly changed the topic back and continued to learn English with Meng Bao.

It took exactly two hours to walk out of the gate of the Louvre.

Han Ziqian said: "Today we just took a rough look. The Louvre is a museum of treasures worth visiting repeatedly."

Meng Bao agrees with Master's words very much, she likes this place so much, and she will definitely come here again in the future.

Lin Wan has gone from disbelief, to shock, to numbness, to being so happy that she flew up.

Although it was outrageous, it was a good thing that it was his daughter who was so ridiculously smart.

That kid Han Ziqian is indeed very smart.

Because of this, beware!

Lin Wan was about to thank Han Ziqian politely, and then say goodbye, when someone greeted her suddenly.

"Lin! Long time no see!"

It was a curly-haired black young woman with flaming red lips, dressed very passionately.

"Vina! What a coincidence!"

Lin Wan was also very pleasantly surprised. She had been an exchange student in Paris for half a year and had a good relationship with her classmate Wei Na.

I also often communicate by email, but we are all busy, and we haven't seen each other for many years.

Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country, she was very excited, and out of politeness, Lin Wan also wanted to chat with Wei Na.

Seeing her embarrassed look, Han Ziqian calmly suggested: "Aunt Lin, Meng Bao and I can go to the star-shaped square in front to feed the pigeons first."

Lin Wan paused for a moment: "...well, thank you Ziqian, I'll be over in a while."

"See you later, Mom!" Meng Bao bounced and followed Han Ziqian down the steps.

I heard the master say from the top of my head: "Mengbao learned English very well today and deserves to be rewarded."

"Is there a reward?" Meng Bao's eyes lit up, "What is it?"

"It's delicious." Han Ziqian had a faint smile in his eyes.

He still remembers Meng Bao's cute and funny face when he proudly announced that his career is "eating".

Sure enough, when it came to eating, Meng Bao couldn't be happier.

Han Ziqian bought a box of macarons for Lemon Bao: "Macarons are a French specialty dessert. This one is delicious and not too sweet."

Meng Bao took the box of round, candy-colored macarons, and couldn't wait to take a bite: "Well, it's delicious!"

Mom also said that there is a delicious macaron next to the Louvre, maybe this is it!

Meng Bao happily ate macarons, and followed Han Ziqian to the square.

The sun is shining, people are walking here, basking in the sun, feeding pigeons, and artists are playing the piano, singing, painting...

Everything looks so beautiful.

Suddenly, a voice broke the harmony.

"Rooted!"