"Why do you keep talking about things so skillfully, not everyone in this world is connected by money." Fang Ling'er shook her head and said.

"Really... But how can you prove it? Jing Zhong was looking at Fang Ling'er and asked.

"You see, which of the ordinary people around you is not living for money? From me to the old man who sweeps the floor and watches the door, which person's highest goal is not money? You can live a carefree life, but others can't, Fang Ling'er. Jing Zhongzheng handed the cup in his hand to Wu Zhao on the side, and said to Fang Ling'er.

"By the way, pour me a cup of coffee." Jing Zhong was looking at Wu Zhao, and then commanded.

"Oh!"

"If I give up the president's business, then the company will be in chaos, there will be no instructions from above, there will be turmoil below, and then it will be taken advantage of by peers and lose a lot of money." Wellakamasa sighed and continued.

"And if the above situation occurs, then many in-service employees will choose to leave because of the company's poor prospects, salary can not be raised to the problem, I give them the salary is not the highest, but it is the most suitable price for their hearts, but if I can no longer maintain this company, immediately fall apart."

"It's so simple between people, except for relatives, it is impossible for you and others not to have monetary exchanges, or to give, or to take, in short, it's that simple." Inoaka was looking out the window at the sky, he said.

"Well, you seem to be right, but don't you think you're too extreme?" Fang Ling'er looked at Jing Zhongzheng with her waist inserted, and she said.

"Oh? Where to start? Inakamasa turned around and asked.

"If everyone in the world thinks like you, I'm afraid that beggars and beggars will no longer have the right to live!" Fang Ling'er retorted.

"Some people give money to beggars, but their simple compassion and pity are at work, while the other part of people may be whims or do too many bad things, but this still can't avoid money relations, you give money to beggars, isn't it just a beggar's unilateral demand? You give him money, he gives you spiritual comfort, it's just a deal. ”

"Do you think I'm wrong?"

Looking at Jing Zhongzheng's eyes, Fang Ling'er was speechless for a while.

"Hmm... At least I'm not! ”

patting her chest, Fang Ling'er suddenly shouted.

When Inoaka heard her words, he couldn't help but laugh again.

"What are you laughing at? Why do you always laugh? Fang Ling'er looked at him angrily and couldn't help asking.

"Yes, yes, I forgot, you are not you, you are not, you are right, as long as there is such a person, it is not!" Jing Zhongzheng laughed, his happy appearance would probably be complained about again if Jing Weixi saw it.

"That's what it's supposed to be, I don't know what's funny about you, although money can kidnap a lot of things, but there are also many things in the world that money can't be tied to, although they are more or less related to money, but... Their starting point is always good and good, isn't it? Fang Ling'er looked at Jing Zhongzheng's face and asked.

"Yes, that's true, you're right." Inakamasa nodded and agreed.

"It's like you are willing to agree to my request for Gu Xingzhi, your intentions are good, but for me, it's just a transaction, it's about money, not feelings." But at the same time, he also said so in his heart.

Katsuo, who had been sitting next to her, glanced up at Imashi Inoaka, and then lowered her head again, she knew about such a thing as mind reading, or the less people knew about it, the better, and it was really a stupid act to expose it to others casually.

"Okay, okay, I see that my classmates are also in a hurry, you can go and sit down quickly." Jing Zhongzheng urged.

"Aang." Fang Ling'er answered, sat down on the chair in the middle of the studio, she stroked her hair, and sat very casually, but despite being so casual, in Jing Zhongzheng's eyes, she was still like a goddess, a fairy sent by God to punish him, so that he could see it but never touch it.

"Today..."Jing Zhong was staring at Fang Ling'er's back, and his words suddenly stopped.

"Thank you." Wu Zhao brought the coffee, and Jing Zhongzheng thanked him.

"Today, I came to learn about shadows, where there is light, there is darkness, but painting is different from taking pictures, if the treatment of shadows is in place, it will definitely be able to pull the work to another level."

"Then, Miss Fang Ling'er, please sit in the sun." Jing Zhong said to Fang Ling'er.

"Okay."

Fang Ling'er lifted her bench and came to the window, at this moment, a beam of sunlight slanted in from the window at a subtle angle, shining on her body, a warm feeling filled her heart, Jing Zhongzheng, who was lecturing on the podium, and the students listening carefully below formed an extremely harmonious picture.

Fang Ling'er sat and watched them blankly, she thought back to the high school she hadn't finished, if she was still in school at this time, she must have felt this feeling.

But the past becomes the past after all.

"I..." Fang Ling'er looked at her hands, and there was a sudden longing in her heart.

What are you doing when others are still enthusiastic about learning? is playing, crazy, and rolling with Gu Xingzhi, although she and Gu Xingzhi have achieved positive results, but at this time, she can finally feel her own shortcomings.

"I... I'm so bad, uncle. ”

"I thought I could help you or something, but it turned out that you were helping me from beginning to end, otherwise we wouldn't have ended up like this." Fang Ling'er bit her lip, the sadness in her heart almost made her unable to take care of herself.

Yes, from beginning to end, many people are helping her, what has she done herself? Using yourself as a bargaining chip to threaten Masashi Inaka? Can this kind of plot where the mud can't hold up the wall also be attributed to the credit?

Fang Ling'er felt her own incompetence, although she could get someone else's salary for a month or even a few months by sitting for two hours, but at this moment she knew very well in her heart that all this was based on Jing Zhongzheng's inexplicable compromise and care, if she wasn't Fang Ling'er, what would she be doing at this moment?

She doesn't know anything, she can only go to the street to distribute flyers, deliver couriers, or be a Meituan lady who delivers food?

Fang Ling'er sighed, she should have had more choices, maybe after going to college, she could get more things, more knowledge and professional skills, but now sitting in the studio and becoming an exclusive model, she has become a bird trapped in a cage, her wings are stuck in the iron rod, and there is no way to fly.

The sunlight still flowed quietly on the ground, and then gradually spread to Fang Ling'er's hair, which was a little golden in the sun.

Imanaka was holding his breath as he sketched a corner of the drawing board with great care.

That was Fang Ling'er's frown.

It's hard to love someone, but it's even harder to draw a picture well.

Only someone like Masashi Inaka can focus on painting and achieve such a high level of achievement, because he can concentrate on the work at hand without being affected by external objects.

Rational people are more likely to handle work, while emotional people are better suited to be writers.

But everyone likes the former, and the latter may not be bought by anyone.

"Click."

Jing Zhongzheng's pen suddenly broke, Fang Ling'er's expression changed from thinking to sadness, his heart panicked all of a sudden, and a long line was drawn out on his drawing board.

“..”

Imasashi Inoaka didn't say anything, he just silently took a new brush out and continued to sketch the lines.

There are inevitably shadows in life, and so do people.

It's just up to you to spend it.

The well was redrawing something on top of the accident, and it was clear that it was a pure white rose.

Jing Zhongzheng glanced at Fang Ling'er who was sitting in front of her again, her eyes were full of sadness, maybe it was because she remembered something unbearable from the past?

Jing Zhong wanted to imagine with her, but he didn't have any memories to speak of, his life was black and white, never with any other colors, but his reason collapsed the day he met Fang Ling'er, and from then on, maybe a touch of pink sunlight shone into his life, dispelling a lot of haze.

"You're the sunshine." Jing Zhong is inscribed with Fang Ling'er's three small handwriting on his drawing board, and his handwriting is also very good-looking, with a delicate flavor, but it is not so compatible with his own temperament.

"I really want to love you instead of Gu Xingzhi, I'm jealous that he is going crazy, but I don't dare, I'm afraid that I will hurt you and lead you into the abyss of sorrow." Jing Zhong was muttering quietly, no one could notice his words, and at this moment, everyone's eyes were on the model Fang Ling'er, even himself.

"I don't want to see your grief, and I don't want you to grieve."

"I just want to keep this beautiful moment for a few more days, this is my greatest wish, this is my simple wish, let me remember this time forever..."

The woman in the painting, dressed in pure black clothes, holds her head with her hands, but has a sweet smile on her face, and there is a white rose on her hand, as if she is dating, and the lover opposite gives her a flower, and she will smile so happily.

Under the sun, a peerless color.

And on the counter where the paintings were stored in Inoakamasa, another painting was lying quietly.

It was a man in a white suit, smiling on his face, a cup of hot water poured on his left hand, and a document in his right hand, but his eyes were completely focused on the empty space, where it seemed that a lovely girl was sitting.