Li Er walked out of the office, only feeling comfortable. It seems that the second pulse of Ren Du has been opened, and the thoughts have reached a lot.

When you encounter this kind of thing, you just can't coax it. If you retreat one step, you will retreat step by step. Zou Gu and they are a group of jackals, and if they show a little weakness, they will want to tear a piece of flesh off you.

When you encounter a jackal, you have to become a cheetah, beat it painfully, let him learn a lesson, and know that you are not easy to bully. in order to live in this workplace.

Speaking of which, the rules in the company basically follow the four words of the jungle. Weak people naturally huddle together and survive better. And it is normal for capable people to be alone.

What is a loss is a blessing, and you must have a good relationship with other colleagues. Lear has always been disdainful.

Ninety-nine percent of the world are mediocre people, do you want to take care of the ideas of mediocrity and be ordinary?

Naturally, if you already want to get ahead, don't take into account what others think. Excellence is always envied. If people are a little richer, they will be hated by the rich. This is true even if the money is earned through labor.

Live comfortably on your own, and then when the flies beep, slap him to death and it's over. Is it hard?

Lear didn't even think it was a thing, and turned his back and left it behind.

……

In front of the window on the second floor of a single-family bungalow, a mixed-race girl is grabbing a paintbrush and painting something. She rested her feet on the chair with her knees bent and her knees facing her flat chest. From time to time, the ten toes were pulsating excitedly because of what they had drawn.

She hummed an unknown Russian ballad, her skin blew like clotted fat with some natural redness, and her white hair fell on her narrow back, fluttering slowly with the breeze.

Beneath the long eyelashes are a pair of eyes that are as clean and transparent as sapphires. The clean color is reminiscent of a clear summer sky and is a beautiful light blue.

"Illya, Illya!"

The voice of a hoarse middle-aged man came from the hall downstairs.

The movements of the girl named Illya suddenly stopped. She hurriedly put all the comic tools on the table into the ladder, and judging by the speed of her hands, she hadn't done it once or twice.

When she put on her coat and walked downstairs. I saw my mother, who was a supermodel, and my father, a traditional painter, standing in the hall.

There was an angry look on his father's face: "Why is it so slow." What about paintings?"

"What painting?" said Illya, surprised.

"Why, you didn't sue her yesterday?"

"Honey, I don't think it's good to do this, you can't force our children to paint for you anymore......"

Illya's father slapped her mother in the face: "Oh no? Do you know who paid for your cosmetics and designer bags! What the hell do you think you don't need money! What's wrong with letting her draw a few pictures for me, she's spent mine since she was a child, and what's wrong with using her a few pictures now!"

"Dad!"

"I sue you, if it weren't for my stamp, how much do you think I'm worth at the level of Illya? I'll sue you, put the gallery and sell it for two hundred. If it weren't for my reputation, three or four million, would anyone pay you for it!" Illya's father slapped her mother again.

"Dad, don't fight! I'll just paint!!" said Illya, choking back tears.

Her father was tired too. The old age is not as good as before, and the perennial alcoholism makes the health not good. He pointed to Illya's mother and said, "Go and bring the rice paper and brush from the room." Let her draw it now, and send it directly to Master Zhong to frame it when she finishes it. It will be delivered to customers in the afternoon. ”

Illya's head was lowered, and her hands clenched unconsciously. Her beautiful blue eyes are now dark blue, which means she's in a bad mood. She didn't like the home, she didn't like to paint like this, and it made what was supposed to be a pleasant painting disgusting and desperate.

But in order for her mother to suffer less, she can only endure it like this.

Mother quickly brought in all kinds of sheep's hair pens and made a lot of ink. Illya tucked her hair back and held a pen in her hand. She uses only one pen......

Her eyelids sank slightly, and after a moment, her hands rose.

The ink lines stretch across the canvas, sometimes stopping, sometimes dancing smoothly. Leave a variety of thick, light, soft and hard ink marks.

"Galloping horses!" Illya's father's eyes lit up, and he recognized it at a glance.

The horse's lively and toned body as it galloped quickly took shape in Illya's heroic splash. The smooth and dynamic body of the horse, the tail of the horse erased by a few dry brushstrokes, this picture seems to be joyful, beating with the breath of life.

When the last stroke was completed, Illya shook the pen and almost sat down backwards. Freehand ink painting is no easier to draw than ordinary painting. Because once the pen is written, it cannot be deleted, and it must have a complete impression in the head.

Just now, in painting, it is as if all your essence, energy, and spirit are concentrated in one painting, and the same is true for one, so that you can make a masterpiece in one go.

This is also very harmful to Illya......

Now, if you sell five million, Mr. Chen won't say anything. Illya's father had his eyes fixed on the galloping horse, not wanting to waste time walking outside. Needless to say, it's definitely time to go to the framing shop.

Illya's mother came over and helped her up and sat down on the couch.

"Mom, does it hurt?" Illya looked at the red marks on her mother's face, and she almost couldn't stop crying.

Mother shook her head.

"Why don't you divorce him!"

Mother shook her head again.

"Mom, I've thought about it. When I went to college, I lived on campus. When the time comes, I will sell some paintings and make money, and you will live with me, so you won't have to be abused by him. ”

The mother smiled and touched Illya's head.

"Seriously, why don't you believe it every time...... Not at all, as my father said, my paintings must be able to sell for a lot of money. Illya said a little reluctantly, but her voice became lower and lower.

The mother stroked her back like a cat, following the fur and patting her on the back as she stroked.

"Mom, you know what, I've always disliked ink painting. Even to the point where seeing rice paper is like spitting ...... It must have been because of my father who let me practice painting since I was a child. What freehand landscapes, what fine brushwork flowers and birds, I don't like it at all. ”

"I thought it wasn't going to be useful at all. However, when I was drawing manga, I found that things from elementary school to adulthood were also somewhat useful. I also submitted it this time, you know, "Weekly Shangjing Boy"! It would be nice if it could be selected......"

"I envy the boys in the school who can read comics in front of everyone without worrying about what other people think. Unlike me, I have to learn to be like the daughter of a traditional painter every day......"

"My father always said that comics were useless, they were all children's things. I remember that his first manga was bought for me. Why do you say people change so easily......"

As she spoke, tears blurred Illya's vision. She really looks like she ran away from this home, and there is no point in painting here, she will only be reduced to a tool for her father to make money.

She didn't want to be her father's gunman and draw pictures that wouldn't have her name signed. Even if those paintings are praised, the honor is not hers. She can only live in the shadow of her father all her life, and she will never fly into the blue sky independently......