No. 551, colorful butterflies!

Hearing Tang Chong's 'how to survive in adversity and how to boost popularity in scandals', Lin Huiyin was not interested at all.

Although she knew that Tang Zhong was a master of this way, he was able to turn decay into magic every time, turn passivity into initiative, and change from a mouse that everyone shouted at to a panda that everyone liked. And every time it's a wonderful experience. It is said that many entertainment companies have sorted out and summarized Tang Chong's several 'reversal' incidents, and then explained them to the company's artists. I hope to be able to replicate the legend of Tang Zhong in them.

What made Lin Huiyin laugh the most was that Perfect Film and Television, a very famous film and television company in China, actually came to the door, saying that he was very interested in Tang Chong's deeds, and hoped to use him as the prototype for film and television creation, and then make a star-themed movie. and said that if Tang Zhong is willing, he can perform in his true colors. Of course, in order to show their sincerity, they also offered a very moving price.

However, he was rejected by Tang Chong.

Lin Huiyin and Tang Chong did not follow the same path, and Tang Chong's successful way had no effect on her. Of course, it has a role in promoting her popularity.

How to make others unhappy when they scold you makes Lin Huiyin look forward to it very much.

She is a lone woman, even if the outside media is in full swing about the Haitian party, she still goes her own way and goes to participate in a new product launch event of a famous watch that has been determined a long time ago.

She won't hide in the house and do nothing just because everyone else is scolding her and wants to watch her good show, this is not her Lin Huiyin style.

However, when she stood on the stage, those reporters rushed over like a swarm, asking all kinds of tricky and low-level questions, which made her heart still very angry and angry.

It's better to be blocked than to be sparse. If you are unhappy about something, you vent it, and your heart is comfortable.

However, Lin Huiyin chose to suppress.

Because she didn't know how to respond to something like that.

"It has nothing to do with me." These four words were the answers she answered when she stood on the stage at the time.

Obviously, it was too weak, and it couldn't make her feel a little better.

"How?" Lin Huiyin asked.

"You're asking how to survive adversity or how to get a popularity boost in the midst of scandals? Or is it the third point? What do you do to make them unhappy? ”

"Not happy." Lin Huiyin said.

Tang Zhong pointed to Lin Huiyin's room and said, "How can there be any reason to block the teacher at the door?" The issue is very complicated, and it is not clear in three or two sentences. ”

Lin Huiyin only then let go of the door and let Tang Zhong squeeze in from her.

As soon as Tang Zhong entered the door, he noticed the location of the drawing board, the rest of the room was neat, only the canvas was a little messy, and the black drawing board rolled up a corner, revealing half of the wings of some flying animal.

According to Tang Chong's judgment, Lin Huiyin was painting just now. It was only when he heard his own knock on the door that he hastily covered it with a black cloth.

"I don't know what she's hiding." Tang Zhong thought in his heart.

"How?" Lin Huiyin saw that Tang Chong didn't answer his question, but looked around in his room, frowned slightly, and asked again.

"If someone scolds you, you scold back. When someone hits you, you fight back. Tang Zhong said. Only in this way can we relieve gas. ”

Lin Huiyin felt that he was being watered head-on by a head of ice water.

"Of course, there is a more relieving one. Others scold you, and you fight back. When someone hits you, you hit you harder. Tang Zhong ignored Lin Huiyin's disdainful eyes and continued to express his lofty opinions. There is no other solution than this. You know, those reporters are here to find trouble. They need gossip, and if you say that you have nothing to do with this matter, it is tantamount to cutting off their jobs and livelihoods, what kind attitude can they have towards you? ”

"So, if they scold you, you scold them. If they hit you, you hit them. They may be angry on the surface, but they will appreciate you in their hearts. Because you made the news for them, you created the gossip. They have something to write about, they keep their jobs. What could be more important in this world than eating? ”

"The more people scold you, and the more people write about you, your popularity will naturally increase. I'm a prime example of this, for example. Tang Zhong said triumphantly. I would never be polite to the reporters who scolded me, but they liked me very much. As long as there is an event that I attend, the number of journalists must be the largest. Why? Because they know that with me, the news is there. ”

"Finished?" Lin Huiyin asked coldly.

"Not yet."

"I'm going to take a shower." Lin Huiyin said. She implicitly wanted to kick Tang Zhong out of the door.

Tang thought about it again and said, "It's okay." You go take a shower first. Leave me alone. I'll sit on my own. We'll talk again when you come out of the shower. It's a pleasure to talk to you. It's much more interesting than Zhang Hepburn chatting. ”

Lin Huiyin wanted to take something and smash it on Tang Chong's head.

Satirize!

This must be ironic!

"What is this?" Tang Zhong asked, pointing to the drawing board.

"Sketchpad." Lin Huiyin said. She couldn't hide it, because all four legs of the sketchpad stand were exposed.

"I'll see." Tang Chong had already turned to the side of the drawing board when he spoke just now, and as soon as he turned around, he lifted the black cloth covering the drawing board.

"Don't." Lin Huiyin exclaimed, but it was too late.

Then, the black butterfly, the black eerie black butterfly that gave people a desperate atmosphere, appeared in front of Tang Chong's eyes.

"It's beautiful." Tang Zhong said with admiration.

"Get out." Lin Huiyin gritted his teeth and said.

She felt ashamed, like someone pulled out her panties and let her most ** part ** naked in front of the world.

It's her secret, it's her inner world, it's her other world, and she doesn't want or want anyone else to enter.

However, Tang Zhong did just that.

All along, her attitude towards Tang Chong has been quite kind.

Yes, compared to other men, Tang Chong is more favored.

However, now she is unceremoniously driving people away.

"It's beautiful." Tang Zhong stretched out his hand to stroke the butterfly, his eyes flashed with joy, and said, "This is a bat, right?" The real image of the painting. Let me tell you, I have the best say in this regard. I didn't learn to draw, but I've seen bats. Do you know where I came from? I came out of the mountains, and there are many caves in the mountains, and every summer, those caves are full of bats. As soon as the torch shone on it, it rushed outside. It's scary. I've also caught a few of them myself, and they're exactly like the one you painted—"

Tang looked down, left, and right, but he didn't mean 'go out', just like he didn't hear Lin Huiyin's words.

"Something doesn't feel right, though." Tang Zhong said. "Come on, I'll help you fix it."

Without Lin Huiyin's consent, he grabbed a handful of brushes from the toolbox and was about to make changes.

"Get out." Lin Huiyin shouted again.

She's going crazy.

Why is this man like this?

Why would he want to revise his work? Why would he want to break into his own world? Why hasn't he gone out yet?

She rushed over and reached out to grab Tang Chong's arm to pull him out.

She didn't want Tang to change her paintings, she didn't want him to destroy her world.

Tang Zhong looked faceless and skinless, and said with a smile: "Don't pull me." I'll help you revise it so that you can see what a real bat looks like - the most important thing for a painter is to go deep into life. You can't be out of touch with life. ”

Lin Huiyin didn't have Tang Chong's strength, so there was no way to drag him away.

"Get out." Lin Huiyin's eyes were red.

She felt that Tang Zhong was bullying her. It's also disrespectful to her.

The whole world is bullying her, and the whole world is failing her.

The grievances I suffered today were suppressed in my heart, and I finally solved some of them through painting just now. Now after Tang Chong's rude behavior, it is even more crazy to gush out. Almost overcame her sanity.

"Good, good. Just a little bit. Just a little bit. I'll go out as soon as I'm done. Tang Chong's mouth promised, but his hands were busy. He held a paintbrush and dotted on the butterfly, constantly changing the color of the brush.

"Get out." Lin Hui roared hissively.

The black butterfly was stained with other bright colors, and her painting was completely ruined.

"That's it. Soon. Give me one more minute—" Tang Chong's movements were fast.

"Whew-"

Tang Zhong let out a long sigh of relief, threw the paintbrush in his hand into the toolbox, looked at Lin Huiyin and smiled, and said, "This is the real bat." ”

"Get out." Lin Huiyin yelled at Tang Chong, she no longer had a good impression of Tang Chong.

Tang Zhong smiled and said: "The most important thing for a painter is to go deep into life. You can't be out of touch with life. ”

After saying that, he turned around and went out.

Bang -

Lin Huiyin rushed over and closed the door of the room, locking it.

Then, she ran to the drawing board and grabbed the work that had been 'modified' by Tang Zhong and crumpled it up.

Just as she was about to tear her in two with a hard blow, her movements stopped.

She thought for a moment, and unfolded the crumpled ball of paper again.

Then, her eyes lit up, and her face was full of incredulity.

Butterfly!

Colorful butterflies!

Very smart and vibrant butterflies, she didn't expect the butterflies she painted to be so beautiful after being colored.

She had never painted a butterfly before, so this was the first time she had seen her finished product look like.

She was happy, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Then, she held the paper in her arms and began to cry bitterly.

The butterfly was colored, but a hole was pierced in her heart.