Vol 2 Chapter 277: , The old curator of Ochiai! ()

"A lot... a lot of paintings, little chicks, little chicks can't count them..." Little chicks happily jumped in the art gallery, and ran across the way along the route they visited. wap.EbookFREE.me
Behind her, Huahuo Xiao Lori is a kind of slightly slower Xiao Yu one or two steps, following Xiao Yu to prevent her from falling.
"Little chick, don't run around..." Xiaokong said worriedly to the little chick who was running ahead.
"It's okay, in the art gallery, Xiao Chi will never disappear." Zhang Xiang smiled and said to Xiao Kong.
"Brother, it's wrong for you to think that way. What if Xiao Chi accidentally breaks other people's things, or messes with things, and gets hurt?!" Xiaokong said a little angrily.
"Haha...It's okay, Huahuo will look after Xiao Chi." Zhang Xiang smiled and looked at Xiao Huo Lolita, who was following Xiao Chi, with a caring expression like her sister.
"Brother..." Xiaokong was still a little dissatisfied with Zhang Xiang's laissez-faire attitude.
At this moment, a chuckle came from the side.
"Haha... Sister, uncle, you really seem to be a family. Uncle is like a dad who loves her daughter, while her sister is like a mother who is careful and worried about her daughter..." Miyu teased. Zhang Xiang and Xiao Kong.
Zhang Xiang didn't feel any embarrassment, but rather a thin-skinned Xiao Kong, his face flushed like a ripe apple.
"Miyu, stop for me..." Xiaokong shouted angrily, blushing and chased after him.
On the other hand, Miyu stuck out her tongue, and said to Xiao Kong a little playfully, "No, you can catch up if you want...".
Then, a pleasing chase was staged in front of Zhang Xiang. Look. Wool. Line. Chinese. Text. Net
It didn't take long before Zhang Xiang stopped in front of a picture. It was a landscape picture, but it was an oil painting that could give people the feeling of being in nature and enjoying the feeling of caressing by wind and rain.
"Is Shiina really white painting? There is an inexplicable familiar feeling..." Zhang Xiang stood in the oil painting, touching his chin with some inexplicable emotion.
And at this moment, Xiao Kong seemed to be chasing Mei Yu, grabbing her and tickling her.
However, at this moment, the voice of an old man rang.
"Children, keep quiet in the art gallery..." An old man in his sixties with white beard and hair slowly walked out of the edge of the corridor and walked to the playful Miyu and Xiaokong Behind him, said to Xiaokong and Miyu in a kind voice.
When they heard the old man's words, Xiaokong and Miyu suddenly looked embarrassed and stopped playing.
"Sorry, my sister and I are causing you trouble." Xiaokong lowered his head in embarrassment, and apologized to the old man.
"I'm really sorry." Miyu also quickly apologized to the other party.
"Haha... Don't be so serious, I just want to talk about it. Very few people come to this museum. If you play around like this, you might add a bit of popularity and nostalgia to this museum. The art gallery will be demolished in two months..." The old man said here, with some loneliness on his face, as if he was sad.
And Zhang Xiang also reacted, and quickly walked in front of the old man.
"Sorry, my two nieces are causing you trouble." Zhang Xiang apologized to each other.
"Haha, it doesn't matter, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Ochiai, and I am the curator of this art museum." The old man named Ochiai chuckled slightly and said to Zhang Xiang.
"Hey? Curator Ochiai?" Zhang Xiang's words were a little surprised.
Because, he felt that he had heard this name somewhere, especially after he came to this museum, he felt an inexplicable familiar feeling.
"Oh, have you heard of me?" The old curator Ochiai asked Zhang Xiang in surprise.
"No, it's just..." Zhang Xiang explained.
However, before he could finish speaking, Xiao Kong and others interrupted Zhang Xiang's words.
"Hey, is Grandpa the curator of the art gallery here?" Xiaokong said with some surprise.
"It's amazing!" Meiyu also sighed in surprise.
"It's nothing, I've always loved art, and I decided to come here as the curator after Wannian." The old curator Ochiai laughed and said with some pride.
And at this time, the young chick who was leading in front also came back hopping.
"Sister Xiaokong, Sister Meiyu, Uncle, why are you walking so slow?" Xiaochun opened her hands cutely, pretending to be the wings of an airplane, with her mouth in the beep, and her body turned to the left. He walked a few meters diagonally, then walked a few meters diagonally to the right, ran to Zhang Xiang, and said with some complaints.
Of course, when she saw Curator Ochiai, she gave a respectful greeting to the old and the young.
"Good grandpa!" Xiao Chi greeted each other respectfully.
That cute and innocent look makes people happy, and can't help feeling a sense of happiness and vitality.
This is the unique temperament of Xiao Chi.
"Haha...the little sister is fine too. Will you come with your sisters and uncles today?" The old curator Ochiai said peacefully.
It seems that he was also infected by Xiao Chi's cute and innocent look.
"Well, today my little uncle won the first prize in the lottery, and the prize is five tickets here. So, my little uncle took us and came here." Xiao Hina put his hands behind her, and with a happy face, she turned towards Ochiai The old curator said.
"Oh, isn't it? So, do you feel happy to have fun with your sisters and uncles?" The old curator Ochiai was like a kind old grandfather, squatting down and asked Xiao Chi.
"Well, um, Xiaochun is very happy. There are a lot of beautiful paintings here, and there are many beautiful things. It's like that big bronze horse. It's big and big. Xiaochun wants to sit on it and try it. Oh" Xiao Xiao happily introduced to the other party what she had seen and heard along the way, as well as her joyful mood.
But listening to Xiao Hina's glutinous loli voice, the old curator Ochiai didn't feel impatient at all, but listened kindly.
"Haha, just be happy. But that big bronze horse, but there are cultural relics, so you can't sit on it," the old curator Ochiai said with a smile after listening to the chicks' words.
"Well, can't it?" Xiao Chi's face showed a disappointed look, and she kicked the ground with her little feet.
"Well, no, but, although it is not possible, the curator grandfather can give you a model of a bronze horse." The old curator Ochiai said to the young bird with a smile.
"Oh, really?" Xiao Chi asked with her bright eyes widened.
"Well, it's really possible." The old curator Ochiai nodded.
"Yeah, thank you, grandpa, curator." Xiao Chi jumped up happily.