"It just so happens that I'm looking for you too. Zhao Yihuan looked at the misty town in the painting, and the two little people standing at the head of the bridge and pointing to the flowing water in the east, recalling those unbearable years.

The manager lowered his head, but saw Zhao Yihuan's expression at that moment through the mobile phone screen, and was shocked.

"A woman who pretends to be calm, but her eyes are evasive but reveal sadness, I guess the story must be interesting, but I am not so interested in this gossip for the time being. At this time, the manager remembered the man who gave the painting at that time, and felt that the two of them were really similar, and they were so difficult.

The silence in the café seems to be set up to show Zhao Yihuan's restlessness at the moment. Through the strong aroma of coffee and the faint smell of milk, the manager can naturally feel that Zhao Yihuan is living a very humble life in this love that cannot be called love.

The manager became a little cowardly because of Zhao Yihuan's strong request. "It's just a matter of changing the name, why do I think there's going to be more to come. ”

The manager's hesitant and uneasy expression at this time confirmed the sentence, "There is no free lunch in the world, eat it in your stomach, it will spoil overnight, and people will want you to vomit, and you will have to vomit." ”

The manager had no choice but to ask someone to bring over all the information that Zhang Yihang had written for this painting, and the manager always liked to take it out and look at it when he had nothing to do. The few words clearly written on the white paper felt a little helpless, and then the rest was that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, thinking wildly, and got lovesick.

There are always some things that the manager can't figure out about these words, but now it is clear that the words in the blank paper should be what I want to say to her.

The manager held the design concept and related ideas of the handwritten works left by Zhang Yihang at that time, and the stack of well-kept paper was all on the ground in an instant.

"Whatever she says, he won't be able to stand up tonight. "The smile muscles of the manager's whole face become active, and when he laughs, he will show his little tiger teeth, which is very cute.

"Holy, it's so cute. Bright big eyes stared at Zhao Yihuan, "Presumably my sister is deeply hidden." ”

Zhao Yihuan glanced over, and the manager immediately turned into a cutie.

"Ahh The manager felt a cold wind blowing in his back, "Is it late at night? It's a little cold tonight."

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Zhao Yihuan was about to leave, and when he looked back, he realized that this little manager was not normal.

"It's going to be watery, take it. Zhao Yihuan handed the manager a tissue.

Just such a small gesture of receiving a tissue, the manager felt a little slippery in his hand, but none of this mattered.

It's not a coincidence, because the manager was stunned and everything fell off.

If you drop it, you will drop it!

The manager used to love the stack of papers, but she couldn't put it down, I don't know how she felt when she saw this paper lying on the ground. Now whether she is unintentional or intentional, if Zhang Yihang sees it anyway, she must join Zhang Yihang's courtship queue.

actually dared to step on the large paragraph written by Zhang Yihang himself, and even Zhao Yihuan sincerely admired her for being a talent.

"Oops, stepped on. The manager raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Yihuan, and his heart was overjoyed.

She was actually a little angry, and it seemed that he was still very promising. The manager unconsciously lowered his head and touched his small forehead.

The manager's small gesture was unattractive to Zhao Yihuan. After all, Zhao Yihuan has lofty ambitions, and for a small person like her, if she looks at it twice, it will be regarded as repaying the kindness of acquaintance in the vast sea of people.

"A little more attention, a little less questioning, the world will be a better place. ”

Zhao Yihuan's eyes were not on the manager at all, but on the pile of paper underground.

"Give me the paper. He changed my work without permission, and that's the evidence. The manager was still stepping on the stack of papers, looked at Zhao Yihuan, and quickly shrank his feet.

Zhao Yihuan looked at the piece of paper on the ground, a large black footprint.

Zhao Yihuan couldn't stand it, she felt dirty when she looked at it, but she had to pick it up again.

I saw her close her eyes, take a deep breath, and stretch out two fingers to slowly pick up the document.

"It's so dirty, I can't stand it. ”

Zhao Yihuan looked at the little manager and shook his head and said, "What do you do if you step on it, he can't stand the grievances the most, but today, his little heart needs to be tortured." Well-done this. ”

The little manager sent someone to take a plastic bag for Zhao Yihuan to pack, nodded and begged for mercy, like a little flower cat.

Zhao Yihuan looked at her, her little heart couldn't stand it, so she continued to look at the painting.

Zhao Yihuan looked at the beautiful oil painting in front of him, but he was not happy at all.

Zhao Yihuan remembered that he was with Zhang Yihang at the time, maybe he took advantage of the loophole at that time and took away the bottom painting he didn't want.

At that time, he was responsible for following up on the original painting creation of "Xiao Hai Fog Stops", and Zhao Yihuan had been thinking about the sense of solemnity needed for the Netherworld King to kill all beings in the spring forest that afternoon.

In order to draw that feeling, Zhao Yihuan watched a ghost movie for three nights in a row before he had a little idea, but he was told by a joke by Zhang Yihang, which made all the tension gone.

Then, with a phone call in the afternoon, Zhao Yihuan had no choice but to leave. All the paintings she had painted that day left before she had time to destroy them.

Perhaps on that day, he took the sneaking drawing of the lonely boat in the Spring River as a template, and in order not to let me find out, he deliberately drew it in the form of an oil painting. ”

"Okay! Zhang Yihang, the painting is good! Next time, let me work overtime? Don't even think about leaving. Zhao Yihuan looked at the spring rain written in the bag.

"It's not green enough. ”

When the manager heard this, his big eyes blinked, "I seem to have listened to something I shouldn't have heard, and I hope I can still see the sun tomorrow." ”

After all, in front of Zhang Yihang, he is not even a painting scum, and he is obviously a waste material, so he can't keep the unwanted paintings in his hands, lest he take out his paintings and compare them with him when he is not convincing enough. It's not about abuse, it's about being kicked and then falling, followed by a serious stampede. Zhao Yihuan felt that this picture could not be imagined, it was too terrifying.

As long as he is there, Zhao Yihuan is not only often ruthlessly suppressed, ridiculed, and ridiculed by him, but he will also change his ways to increase his workload.

I remember being praised once, because I copied the god of darkness to a great extent. The painting was very good, and the boss sent a few hundred dollars more that month.

And the prototype of that person is Zhang Yihang.

By the way, those vulgar complaints have never stopped, and it seems to be coming again.