Mr. Liu felt that Rong Zheng was still a little hesitant, and said again: "I was able to hold a Feng Aishan at the beginning, and I can naturally hold a Rong Zheng today." ”

"I'm sure you're not naïve enough to think that you can become a famous painter just by teaching those students, right?"

Rong Zheng's fingers rubbed lightly on the painting, as if he was caressing something very precious.

Hearing Mr. Liu's painting, his fingers paused, and then he raised his head with a clear look in his eyes, "Condition." ”

Hearing this, Mr. Liu laughed, "Sure enough, he is a smart person." The conditions are simple, as long as you are willing to give up everything you have now and leave with me. ”

All......

Rong Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, does it include Zhou Ling?

As if to verify Rong Zheng's conjecture, Mr. Liu continued: "I heard that you have a girlfriend now?"

"Uh-huh......" Rong Zheng's voice was very soft, and his whole heart suddenly seemed to be lifted.

"If you believe me, listen to me, and leave her, and she will be an obstacle to you. ”

"Why?" Rong Zheng lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the emotion in his eyes.

Mr. Liu laughed contemptuously, "As long as you gain fame, fortune and money, all kinds of women will continue to come to you." Then you will thank you for the decision I made you today. ”

Rong Zheng tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, "I'm sorry, I refuse." ”

Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and said disappreciatively: "You young people are like this, you love all day long." But it's just a lowly couple who mourn everything, and if you insist so much now, you are sure that she can be with you for the rest of your life? Throwing away your future for the sake of a woman is the stupidest thing to do. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to trade this for my future. ”

took Zhou Ling to exchange for his future, he was unwilling, and even more reluctant.

While talking, the driver reminded Mr. Liu that he had arrived at the restaurant.

"I can give you time to think about it, let's go, I'll invite you to dinner, but I also spent a lot of money on this painting, and you took it back so quietly, and you are willing to give me the face of a meal, right?"

Mr. Liu is reluctant to give up a talented person just like that, he believes that as long as Rong Zheng can figure it out, he will be willing to go with him.

"Hmm. Rong Zheng nodded, indeed, if it weren't for Mr. Liu, he wouldn't have been able to get this painting back intact.

When I entered the restaurant, a sharp-eyed waiter came to entertain Mr. Liu.

"Mr. Liu, is it still the old position?"

"Well, it's the same recipe. ”

There were no private rooms in this restaurant, and the waiter's old location was just a secluded corner.

But this corner is right opposite the roses on the wall outside, and there is a pool of spring water.

In this noisy city, there can be such a paradise-like place, which makes Rong Zheng very surprised.

Next to them, there was a drawing board and various paints.

"This is for those who like to draw, you wait here for a while, I'll go find an old friend. Mr. Liu spoke out at the right time and answered the doubts in Rong Zheng's heart.

After Mr. Liu left, Rong Zheng walked to the drawing board and sat down.

He picked up his paintbrush and looked thoughtfully at the roses on the wall.

A beautiful picture suddenly appeared in his mind, he hooked the corners of his lips, and the brush under his hand seemed to have life, outlining the perfect arc of each stroke on the white paper.

The collision of colors and the man's charming and serious side face became a sight in the restaurant, which soon attracted a group of onlookers.

Rong Zheng's brushes moved on the ground, and the tip of the pen touched the paper, like a fish entering the river and sea, soaring freely.

Probably infected by Rong Zheng's seriousness, none of the onlookers made a sound, and they were all quietly watching the paintings that gradually took shape under Rong Zheng's hands.

I don't know how long it took for Rong Zheng's painting to finally take shape.

It was a deep alley, and the old walls on both sides of the alley were crawling with roses

The cobblestone road was covered with moss, and the sky was slightly rainy and hazy.

A woman dressed in a pale blue cheongsam strolls through this secluded alley with an old paper umbrella in hand.

Although the painting is static, everyone seems to have actually entered the alley and saw a gentle woman wearing a cheongsam passing by.

They seem to be able to smell the roses all over the walls.

A sentence comes to mind: I hope to meet a girl who is like a lilac and has a grudge...... She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella......

In Rong Zheng's paintings, the scenes in the poem seem to be perfectly reproduced.

In an alley full of roses, I met a girl who was as sad as a lilac.

She held an umbrella, frowned slightly, and walked in the misty and rainy Jiangnan.

"Good painting!"

A neutral voice came, and Rong Zheng responded to the prestige.

I saw a middle-aged man in a Mao suit walking over from the crowd, looking at Rong Zheng's painting, his eyes were full of amazement.

The man had a meticulous haircut, gold-rimmed eyes, and a cleanly repaired beard. It looks retro and spiritual.

"Little brother, what's your name?" the middle-aged man asked.

Behind the man, Mr. Liu also walked out, "Lao Yan, this is the Rong Zheng I told you." ”

After Yan Yishan heard this, he was slightly surprised, "This is the Rong Zheng you said? I thought you were bragging." ”

"Hmph, bragging, when did my vision go wrong. Mr. Liu snorted coldly from his nose and looked away arrogantly.

Yan Yishan laughed, "Isn't Feng Aishan an example?" Little brother, how about you sell this painting to me?"

From their conversation, Rong Zheng guessed that this was the old friend that Mr. Liu said.

He stood up, bowed slightly, and politely declined, "I'm sorry, but the paint and paper used for this painting belong to the restaurant owner, and I painted this picture only on a whim." So I can't make a decision on this painting. ”

"What you said is true?"

Unexpectedly, after being rejected by Rong Zheng, he was not angry, but smiled even more.

Rong Zheng was puzzled, but who knew that Mr. Liu explained beside him, "He is the owner of this restaurant." ”

"Haha, you said it yourself, then I'm welcome. Yan Yishan smiled loudly, and then carefully put away the painting.

The paint had not yet dried, and Yan Yishan's movements were very careful. He gave the painting to the attendant who came with him, and told him to take care of it, frame it, and send it back.

The waiter was naturally careful, and then took the painting out and put it on the frame.

Rong Zheng looked at Yan Yishan's move, but he didn't feel disgusted, but felt that he was frank and heroic, which made people feel good.

"Lao Liu, your vision this time is really good. ”