Zhang Bo:...
"That was the power of a fan's rose-colored glasses."
Zhuge Yun sighed.
"I think the guy who wrote this was lost in his own little world, too."
"He just wrote whatever made him sound cool."
"I think it was pretty well written."
Zhao Luzheng cleared his throat and offered his opinion.
"Yeah, it was pretty well written."
Zhuge Yun nodded. "Though some parts were a little exaggerated."
"But that's art for you. It comes from life, yet rises above it."
Zhang Bo:...
How did this turn into art again?
Wasn't this just a post?
"All right, all right."
Zhang Bo waved a hand. "Stop looking at it."
"We can't just stand around here forever."
"So, what now?"
"Should we go eat?"
"Or go somewhere else first?"
It was still a little early, but there was no reason they couldn't eat now.
"Third Brother, were you looking at this just now?"
Zhao Luzheng walked over to the poster.
"What? What?"
Zhuge Yun looked up. "An art exhibition?"
"Heh."
"Third Brother, your taste is as refined as ever."
"I was just taking a look."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
"How about we go check it out?"
Li Yan looked thoughtful.
"If you're treating us, then we're in."
Zhuge Yun was easy to persuade.
He was even helping everyone negotiate a perk.
Li Yan:...
"Do you have even a shred of artistic sensibility?"
"Nope."
Zhuge Yun answered without hesitation.
"Then you need even more exposure to art."
Li Yan's eyes lit up.
"Don't need it."
Zhuge Yun remained unmoved. "It's not like you can develop an artistic sensibility by visiting a couple of exhibitions."
"Little by little, a pile grows; gathered hairs make a fur coat; trickles form a river; trick-"
"Stop!"
Zhuge Yun's mouth