"Click~Click~Click~"

6.5cm high-heeled sandals with beige polyurethane soles, stepping on light gray marble floor tiles. The stiletto heel of the sandals makes her legs more slender. The rhythm of "Da~Da, Da~Da~" high heels came from the elevator on the 16th floor.

Pink lambskin upper, soft and delicate. Her instep, skin-like cream, and the slightly thin instep fits perfectly into the soft sheepskin upper. Under the change of light, the pink seemed to be like pink gray, which matched her shirt and trousers so well.

Elegance.

"Wow~~Wow~Wow~......"

At this time, the phone rings.

It seems to be an accompaniment to a certain song, without lyrics.

Since using this mobile phone, this song has become a mobile phone ringtone, accompanied by a bright light.

It has not changed.

An unknown song with no name and no information.

But it's good.

Yixuan answered the phone.

"Hey, White Bone Spirit, have you arrived?!" On the other end of the phone, Lin Yan raised his voice and asked hurriedly.

"Go to the door......" Before the word "go" in Yican's mouth fell, Lin Yan hung up the phone.

Suddenly.

"Click!" the door opened from the inside without warning!

Saw.

Lin Yan held the paint plate in his left hand, and on the plate was the same color of pigment, gradation. In his right hand, he holds a freshly washed mink flat-tip pen with a dark brown wooden barrel carved with delicate patterns.

The right hand holding the pen hooked up and went straight to the bedroom upstairs.

Why is that pen so familiar?!

"Lin Yan, you use my pen again!" Yi Xuan, who was forcibly dragged upstairs, didn't have time to change his shoes, and shouted to Lin Yan in front of him with a smile, "Oops! The paint is dripping down!" Helplessly, I knew that there was no pot to burn......

Lin Yan's bedroom.

On an easel by the window.

Is it an unfinished abstract painting, and the painter has encountered a bottleneck in painting?

Yiguang sat down on the single sofa next to the easel.

She leaned back on the lemon yellow armchair, made of Nordic velvet fabric, simple and comfortable. She looked at the Yan ghost in front of her and smiled leisurely, "Support originality!"

"White Bone Spirit~ Your Yan Ghost is stuck!" Lin Yan blinked, and when he opened his eyes, there seemed to be a touch of innocent stars flashing in his eyes.

"Why wasn't it stuck when you were looking for my pen?" "Where is the head?" Yiguang leaned forward, stood, turned around and pretended to go downstairs, "I'm so good, I have to go see the burning pot first, right?"

Lin Yan handed the mink brush in his hand to Yi Can, and pursed his lips in a playful manner. While he didn't pay attention, he seemed to be thinking about something. Then he said, "White bone spirit, the pot has not burned through, my heart is about to wear out! Do you smell the burning smell of my heart?"

Lin Yan grabbed Yi Can, who was about to go downstairs, pushed her to the painting with one hand, and coquettishly, "Platinum Award, you can help me take a look, I can't draw the feeling I want......"

Now.

Yiguang couldn't resist the death of the Yan ghost, his mouth was full of sweetness, and he smiled, "Ouch, you young painter, do you still need me, a jewelry salesman, to show you a painting?!"

"Without your old man's exit, where would we be up-and-coming?" Hahahaha!" Lin Yan said as he turned the painting sideways to a glance.

Sycophancy.

A bright look at the painting in front of him.

This.

It is an abstract painting in pink.

The brushstrokes are beautiful! The color variations of the same series are extremely delicate!

It's like a dream.

"Milky Way, your emotions?" Yi Can's heart was a little surprised, the Yan Ghost who returned from studying abroad was far superior to himself in terms of painting style and painting skills!

It's just that......

"Knowing the face is white!"

"I can't do the brushstrokes I used in this painting, it's amazing!"

"But I can't seem to express what I want to express...... I don't know what the problem is?" Lin Yan had a look of decline on his face.

"Yan Ghost~ You stand back. Yixuan asked Lin Yan to take a few steps back, "Look at this painting again, did you find anything?"

Lin Yan followed what Yixuan said, took a few steps back and looked at it, shaking his head, "What?"

"Sweeping the tail here, both the stacking of colors and the gradient are beautiful. The brightness in the center is also perfect. The pink variation is delicate and perfect. However, perfection everywhere will be counterproductive...... Yan Ghost, what do you think?" Yiguang stared at the painting in front of him, and there was a kind of sincerity in his eyes, and there was a faint sense of love that had been lost for a long time.

Lin Yan muttered to himself, unconsciously repeating Yiguang's words.

“...... Perfection everywhere is counterproductive?"

Yiguang turned his head and saw Lin Yan thinking seriously.

This is the first time she has seen such a Lin Yan, and her expression is a little puzzled.

"Think differently if it's not feasible. Excellent brushstroke processing, not limited to the quality of the pen. Yixuan paused and continued, "In the same way, the soul of a painting is not in the appearance of the painting, but in the deep meaning that your heart gives to the painting. ”

"Soul?" Lin Yan listened carefully to every word Yi Xuan said.

Suddenly, he shouted, "Don't be confined to the quality of the pen, you just can't bear your broken pen!"

"Broken pen, this is a limited edition of the old vintage! Yixuan pretended to frown and joked towards Lin Yan, who shouted loudly.

I don't know when.

In the face of all the suddenness in life, Yican seems to have learned to face it with a humorous attitude.

From a different perspective, you can really see a different world.

"I don't~~ hahahaha" Lin Yan took back the oil brush and said nervously on purpose, "Old man Bai! The reclusive gold medal master! Have you had enough of that sales?

"Who said I was playing. Yiguang looked at Lin Yan's eyes, "I've always been there." ”

"I really don't understand, why do you have to do this business!" Lin Yan was very puzzled at this time, unable to understand her white bone spirit thoughts at all. In Lin Yan's heart, sales used to be a not very decent professional existence.

But as long as it is the decision made by the White Bone Spirit, she will always support it!

"We are peers. Yiguang raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Lin Yan, who was outspoken and fast-talking.

"Peers?" Lin Yan didn't understand.

Incomprehensible!

"Hmm. Yiguang continued to walk downstairs, "The artistic expression is different. ”

At this time, Lin Yan didn't understand what Yi Xuan was talking about at all!

Different ways of expressing art?

Late at night.

Dark wenge wood desk.

Yiguang closed a book of "How to Improve Performance?", and on the open paper notebook, a number was recorded.

That's the estimated performance figure that I plan to complete by the end of this year.

Her eyes.

Lin Yan's abstract painting reappears - the pink Milky Way.

The ultimate pink color variation.

Oh, yes!

Subdivision!!

She opened the box of Bondi that Jinqin had given her and tore a random sticker.

Bondi with "Nothing is impossible" printed on it

Is this custom-made?

"Click, click, click"

Yiguang kept tapping on the keyboard...... Write down something in a notebook.

3 a.m.

（CTRL+S）

Yiguang saved a copy of the well-thought-out plan for the promotion of the various stores of Fanogu, and the other half of the unfinished was finally completed.

Tomorrow I will report on the Yin and Yang Monster, and the next step will be to execute it.

Wait a minute.

Unconsciously, Yixuan thought to himself, when did he say the words Yin Yang Monster so smoothly.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Ichigan closed his eyes.

Involuntary closing of eyelids.

Lin Yan's words swirled in his mind, "Old man Bai, the reclusive gold medal master! Have you had enough of that sales, when are you thinking about coming back?"

She picked up the one on the table, the women's pure black acrylic lacquer parka pen.

Prize of the 2008 Hope Cup Gold Award for Jewelry Design.

It's an honor indeed.

However, for Yican, the honor seems ethereal. This pen is also just a fountain pen.

Isn't that what life is all about?

Tasting the unknown in life is not only a kind of steadfastness, but also a kind of truth.

What's more, I've always been there!

Blurred.

I saw that the data in front of me was skyrocketing, and the goal was gradually achieved.

"Ring, ring, ring, early bird gets worm!"

"Ring, ring, ring, early bird gets worm!"

Leaning on the back of the bed, he fell asleep, his eyes were slightly open in exhaustion, and his right hand fumbled for the mobile phone on the bed table.

The time on the screen is gradually clear.

“7:00a.m”

I got up and washed up.

She sits at her desk and writes down the work she plans to complete today, and the improvement of performance must lie in the overall planning and accumulation of daily life.

A moment later.

Yixuan unplugged the USB flash drive from the computer, put away the work notebook and pen, and put them in the bag.

Breeze.

The hair is gently raised.

She casually coiled up her long natural black hair, changed into a short-sleeved Nike tracksuit, and a pair of running gym shorts.

Go downstairs and prepare a simple breakfast for Yan Ghost and put it in the refrigerator.

Put on a pair of fine-mesh, breathable sneakers, close the door, and head to the elevator.

The community at 7 o'clock seems to be a little quiet.

Plug in the MP4 black headphones and start the morning run.

Still thinking about the data in her head, she could hear her heart beating to the rhythm!

Behind.

There is a figure.

Follow.

Yiguang seemed to sense a strange breath, stopped, and turned his head to look back!

Empty?

This scene seems familiar?!

She vividly remembers the night when she first joined the work.

It's the same quiet.

It's the same "swish-whoosh-"

The difference is that Yican's heart doesn't seem to be beating as violently as it was at that time.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Seeing that there was no one behind him, Yiguang continued to run forward, gradually moving away.

At this moment, a figure walked out from behind the tree.

Light blonde hair, soft back comb, a slightly offbeat, but very suitable hairstyle for the face shape. The better countenance, between the eyebrows, is distorted.

Dark lips, without luster and with a paranoid aura.

With a height of 1.9 meters and a slender shadow, it is reflected obliquely on the ground.

"Bai Yican, long time no see. A puff of smoke slowly exhaled, and the smoke between his left hand rose in a curling curl.

Right hand clenched!

A wave of hatred surrounds the palm.

"Smack!"

Suddenly drooped towards the tree beside him.

The thin bones on the back of the hand turned red in an instant! It was a kind of anger that had been building up for a long time!

In the eyes, there is a natural mixed-race light gray.

The scar on the tiger's mouth.

As the clouds in the sky moved, the light gradually shone and the scars became clearer.

This is a circular scar, very deep, as if it was caused by some pen poking into the flesh!

"White, one, bright!"

These three words are like a low roar!