Once, when my life was even threatened by a job outside the home, a charming-looking female customer wanted to paint her a portrait of her fruit, which was initially assigned to an old painter by the company, but he refused to go, saying that the client did not meet his human aesthetics. In the end, the cooperation was not negotiated. But she came to me privately and wanted me to paint one for her anyway. I promised her. I didn't ask for leave, I used the time after work in the evening to draw for her, I abide by professional ethics, she abides by the rules of cooperation, we don't seduce each other, we don't interfere with each other. She sat on the bed in the bedroom, her back straight, her eyes looking forward, charming and moving, her thighs bent at right angles, and she drew from nineteen to blackjack every night. Her posture requires a lot of muscle strength, and she needs to relax and rest in ten minutes. She covered herself with a blanket during the break, but on several occasions I saw the mystery between her legs when she turned around by chance.

The problem appeared at 20:20 the next night, and I was very impressed by the time at that time. She was about to relax her muscles and put the blanket on her body, and I stood up to get ready to rest. A burly man walked into the bedroom, we didn't hear him open the door and walk around the living room, it was like a ghost suddenly appeared at the bedroom door. With anger in his eyes as if he was going to burn down the whole house, he looked at my model at the door, and then at me, panting like a cow. Rushed over and kicked the easel, and the paint was scattered on the wall, colorful. It was a punch to my face, and I dodged it, and he grabbed me and pressed me against the bed, screaming to strangle me, and I kept remembering that the bed was soft until I reappeared on the bed a few years later.

My model was frightened, but reacted quickly and tried to pull the guy up from me, but he was too burly for her strength to do anything. In a hurry, she picked up the hanger and swung it at the man's head, and I felt a stream of liquid run down my face, and on closer inspection, it was as red as blood—and finally it was. I was terrified, for fear of hurting people's lives. Struggle even harder. Eventually, the man gave up trying to strangle me and slowly slipped off me, blood making the sky-blue sheets appear black. I thought he had been beaten to death, and I got up in a panic, only to find him crouching on the ground crying. I breathed a sigh of relief that he was free of all fears. My model got dressed and called the emergency number, then rummaged through the emergency medicine in the cupboard, saying things not to misunderstand, and my mind was confused, and I couldn't remember what she said.

In the end, the burly man didn't show any serious problems, but his hatred for me deepened. He didn't know where to find my information, so he went directly to the company, stood in the lobby of the company, shouted that everyone should stop working, listen to him, and then named an adulterer named Lou Yuqi to come out. I was scared, but my strong self-esteem made me stand in front of him without hesitation. He was as impassioned as a speaker and spoke fiercely.

"It's him, the crumb of your company. He wanted to pick up a horn: "The night before yesterday in my bedroom and my wife were lying naked in bed. ”

All my colleagues were in an uproar, and all eyes were on me. I was so enraged by him that I forgot all my fears. Take a step forward and look him in the eye.

"Your beautiful wife's hole has only ever appeared on my canvas. My voice was high-pitched: "The only time I lie on your bedroom bed is when you press me to strangle me in bed." ”

He looked at me and didn't know how to answer, his head was bandaged, part of his hair was shaved, like an anime character. He turned his head to his onlookers.

"It's a bunch of scum who paint. He said angrily: "Art is just that you can casually other people's wives?"

Again, I claimed that I did not go to his wife, but was only invited by her to paint a nude portrait of her. We were at a stalemate, and my colleagues were angry at me – or at him – and wanted to put the matter to rest and get everything back to normal. His wife and our bearded boss showed up in time to calm the fight, and when my colleagues saw my model, they knew that she was the one who asked for a nude portrait that the company didn't pick up the other day. Of course, my colleagues also knew that I had taken a personal job through the company.

The man was eventually persuaded to leave, but he still insisted that he would not let me go, and that if the company could not give him a satisfactory answer, he would sue the company, leaving all employees with shame, and the company would fire me. The boss of the beard came to talk to me, and I wanted to explain the cause and effect of the matter to him, and he waved my hand so that I didn't have to explain, and my model had told him all the truth. And she asked him to bring me a message and apologize to me, the painting was gone, but the salary was paid. The next day, the burly man came to the office again, and my colleagues talked about it, and most of them believed that I was indeed lying naked on the bed in her bedroom with my model, or that the man would not have been so angry. I knew that I had to be silent or retreat at this time, because the slightest retreat would make everyone think that I was indeed an adulterer, but I still decided to leave, and all the gossip was gone. I submitted my resignation report, and the boss pushed open the door of the studio and threw the printed resignation report on the ground, so angry that the painters in the studio stopped writing and didn't know what to do.

"Listen, Lou Yuqi. He was righteous and awe-inspiring: "No one can force you out of the company." ”

Then all the employees were gathered, and he stood in the center of the hall, just like the man had done during the first two "speeches", and said in a loud voice: "All the people, don't discuss this matter anymore, if I hear it again, take the tools and leave." "I was so touched by this that when I thanked him in person, he said that if he couldn't even handle this kind of thing, what kind of boss would he be, and it was his duty to protect his employees. She admits that she is indeed harsh when it comes to salary, but she never compromises when it comes to justice. He also said that he did not let employees discuss the matter more to ensure the working atmosphere and maintain the company's image, as well as the unity of the team.

When the man came for the third time, the boss of the beard called the police directly, and the matter was eventually resolved, but I was severely fined for taking on private work. Although private work exists in the company, the boss is not unaware. Sometimes even one eye is turned a blind eye. But when the problem appears on the surface, he still has to enforce the law impartially and demonstrate the principle that the rules cannot be touched.

More than two months have passed, and I learned that the two have been in a bad relationship all year round, and divorce has long been on the agenda. The man suspected that the woman had more than one lover, and after many preparations, I was finally caught, but it still fell short. Their eventual divorce had little to do with me. The rumors about me in the company also disappeared, but then there was a lot of talk that I was still a virgin, and some people even said that I didn't finish the good thing because I just touched the woman's body and it spewed out. After that incident, I was so invasive that I didn't care about those claims at all. When they jokingly asked me if I was a virgin, whether they were male or female, I replied, "Would you like to try it?" It wasn't until I left the company that this way of replying gradually disappeared.

This job has allowed me to grow a lot, most of the time it is not stressful, and sometimes it is difficult. I was immersed in it for a while, I didn't think about the future, and my single life was as plain as water, like an object without any edges and corners that would roll along a road all the way to the end. I was sweating hot and sweaty in the morning and evening on the bus that bus, and after half a year, all the buses were air-conditioned. I go to the beach on the weekends to blow the wind, sometimes I go to play with Yingxiu, and more often I spend it in books.