At twelve o'clock in the evening, the tiredness that had already struck me made me no better to talk with her, and I tried to restrain my desire to yawn, which always made my eyes flow out of tears. Her pianist's keen mind quickly spotted the problem and told me that it was not too early, and that I should rest early, and she would not bother me. But she still showed that she was still apprehensive about the snake, and she was determined when she got up to go out, but when she went out, she stood on the balcony and hesitated, not wanting to enter her own house at all.

I wanted her to live in my house and I could make a bunk, but I was afraid she would misunderstand. I went out on the balcony and told her that if she really didn't dare to come in, she would sleep in my room and I would sleep in her room. After weighing the pros and cons and my persuasion again, she agreed to swap rooms. I fell asleep on my head, not thinking too much about it, having exhausted all my curiosity while chatting with her in my room, and sleeping in a bed of the opposite sex didn't make me feel so unusual. The only difference was that I woke up in the morning for a long time to react that I was sleeping in the next room.

She still hadn't recovered from her inner fear of the room, and after three consecutive nights of room swapping, we decided to change rooms altogether. We took advantage of the common vacation time and worked for most of the day to completely move the things on both sides to the opposite side. I've been living for a long time and have done some repairs to the room, and her room hasn't been treated since she moved in. I bought paint and rolled the whole wall, and then I made some decorations to give the room a new look, and when I was ready to take the three paintings, she wanted to keep them on the wall of her current room, which was my old room, and she loved the casual style of painting.

I've done this for three people who are decorating their houses, and they told me that they needed to hang a set of decorative paintings on the wall in the living room or bedroom, and they found a lot of ready-made pieces, and they were not satisfied. I recommended them to use this style of decoration, and when I showed them the finished product, they were very appreciative and satisfied.

The first time I painted that kind of painting, it only took me 40 minutes for three frames. The second time I painted it, it took me more than three hours, and I felt that although it was only embellished with messy colors, there was still a debatable way of composition. The third time I spent a whole day, each time it took longer than the last, but each time I had a new perspective on the painting. When I painted that kind of painting in my room, it went back to the old way and it only took an hour to finish, but I think the results are better than the previous ones.

I found this job not long after the first Chinese New Year in the city, which was no different from my internship - drawing what the client needed, but the pay was much better than the internship period, and in this city known for its high consumption, I was not very poor, and I had an occasional surplus, and I got rid of the difficult situation of making ends meet a long time ago.

I was looking for a job in the labor market, and I was caught up by a man who was looking for a hand painter with a sign, and I saw a hand painter for the first time in the labor market. That person found five people that day, drove us to the company, and we each filled out a form, and then went in one by one to interview the interviewer. The interviewer reminded me of the designer I was doing as an intern, with a skewered face and a curly shawl in his hair.

"You've fished, you've worked seafood, you've worked as a cement worker, you've cleaned the streets...... he said, looking at my resume, "You've got a lot of experience." ”

He asked me to draw something in the company's studio, and handed it to him in forty-five minutes, and I decided what to draw. I handed it to him in forty minutes, and I drew a portrait of him by impression. He leaned back in his chair and looked at me for a moment.

"When can I go to work?" He said, "You're a good drawer." ”

"Anytime." I said, "But, can you tell me about the treatment?" ”

When he said his salary of 1,500 a month, my first thought was to tell him that I would consider replying to him and never replying to him. But he quickly added that this is only the first month's salary, and if you can do the job, the basic salary for the second month and the rest can reach two thousand and a half, and then there is a painting commission. I retracted my fate in my heart and still told him to consider thinking about it and then replying to him, but in the end I gave him a reply and promised to be a "laborer" who would paint for him.

I asked Yingxiu for his opinion on this matter, he has four years of more social experience than me, and after coming to this city, he often hits the nail on the head in many work and social matters, and often has a clear word about many things after I make decisions, which makes me admire. After that, I consulted him on a lot of things, and he rarely miscalculated, and always made me make the right choice.

"Why don't you give it a try?" He said: "You can't do odd jobs all your life, listening to the face of the boss with a mustache you described, he is undoubtedly a good person, and he will not lie to you." ”

After that, I moved out of his place and wanted to rent a house closer to the company, but I was strapped for money at that time, and all my savings were simply not enough to pay half a year's rent and a month's deposit at once. I chose the location of the rental house in the direction of the suburbs, and finally chose this courtyard, and two buses passed more than 200 meters outside the courtyard and went directly to the bottom of our company building.

I only painted five paintings in the first month, and I followed an old painter who was next to me every time I talked to a client and every time I painted, which was what my boss requested. The five paintings were so simple that there were no difficulties in them, and they did not in any way prove that I was up to the task. But a month later, I told my old artist that I was able to do my job and create wealth for the company. The boss of the skewer beard gave me a positive and didn't say any superfluous words.

In the second month, I had to draw a lot more, there was one in two days of the draw, the sketches were fine, the oil paintings and watercolors gave me the most headaches, and I often needed to revise them repeatedly, and the customers were like intractable wool knots. In the beginning, I liked the casual customers because when I asked them what they wanted, they always said, "It doesn't matter, just draw anything." "I was overjoyed that it couldn't be easier. But when I handed them a painting based on my own aesthetic abilities, they reacted in the same way, like an expression printed on the same template: "Well, it's a good drawing, but I need a different style." "It's going back and forth so many times, and a painting needs to be redrawn or revised too many times. But when the first person who was harsh at the beginning, telling me what he needed in a tone that seemed to be the best aesthete in the world, I always felt disgusted and fearful, thinking that he was making me do the hardest thing in the world. But when I handed them the final piece, they felt almost all perfect, and they never argued over the price, just straight, and the style of making decisions and negotiating was as easy as breaking a rotten and withered twig.

In the second month, I received a salary of 4,500, which was a decent income relative to the consumption in the city, and for a long time, I regarded this job as something I would strive for for the rest of my life. Until Yingxiu told me, "Do you plan to be a painting migrant worker for the rest of your life?" "I realized that I was actually a manual laborer. But that was the best job I could get, and I should at least fill my stomach first.

My first home visit was on a Monday in April, and the painting was painted for five days, four hours a day, to paint a portrait of an old man. He was hit in the head by a stray bullet in a war more than half a century ago, but miraculously survived, losing his eyesight forever. He was nearly 80 years old, but he was a keen ear, and when I nailed the canvas to the drawing board, he heard it clearly: "It turned out that the middle of the drawing board was empty, and I knew it for the first time. "I was amazed that he could know just by hearing. He had seven children, six of whom were daughters, the only one of whom asked me to paint a portrait of his father.

The right side of the old man's head was missing a skull, leaking a large pit, and his right eye was affected, forever closed; The left eye is no different from a normal person, but it will never see the light. He received a subsidy of more than 20,000 yuan a month, leaving only 2,000 yuan for living expenses, and all the rest of the donation, and his grandson was responsible for the entire process of donation, and he was never greedy for a penny. It made me have a lot of respect for him and his family, and I was very careful in the whole process of painting. He lived in his own house, and his son drove him to the beach in March, June, September, and December, and sat on the beach all day without anyone disturbing him.

I asked him to lean a little to the right so that the picture avoided the defects in his right side of his head and right eye. The long hours of being blind made him very quiet, and he could sit motionless for four hours, without the slightest need to urinate frequently and urgently that accompanies old age. At first I tried to talk to him, but he didn't really want to talk to me, and he always responded with silence when he needed to pick up conversations, as if I didn't exist at all. I stopped talking to him and did my job seriously.

When I went for the third time, I was visited by the mayor. The mayor has a back, is suave, and has no official pretensions. Before that, my impression of the mayor was always in the news, and when the mayor was leaving, he saw half of my portrait, shook my hand, and told his assistant: "The cost of Chen's painting is from the city." ”

"Not at all." Chen Lao has a keen hearing: "This is my private matter. ”

The mayor was respectful, no longer forced, wished Chen Lao to be strong, and instructed me to paint seriously.

When we returned to work, Mr. Chen said that the people who painted were very observant, and they could never forget what they could see. I explained that no painter has such ability. Mr. Chen said that he knew what the mayor looked like just by hearing, and then told me in a calm tone what the mayor looked like. The result was nothing worse and nothing was a miracle.

"Ever since that bullet flew off my skull." Chen Lao said: "I learned to see things with my ears. ”

"You can be a painter just by ear." I said, "Nothing can go wrong." ”