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The brightly lit gallery hall is bustling with people. Some were groggy, while some were excited to participate in such a decent activity that was temporarily isolated from the outside world; some were gorgeous, some were plain but still deliberately conveyed their personal character; some were cold, and some were happily discussing a possible business cooperation with their companions in the future. After the opening ceremony of the upcoming oil painting exhibition, guests will flow from the lobby into the inner courtyard to attend the reception and continue the evening's conversation and laughter. After greeting the customers who needed special hospitality, Lin Yang walked out of the staff passage. Wrapped in a beige thick needle shawl, I sat with my legs curled up on the iron railing of the small garden across the street from the art museum. The entire building on the other side looked more transparent in the early autumn night.