The butterfly sneered, took a sip of the drink, which turned out to be sparkling mineral water, and said: Oh no, I don't have that much money, I'm just an editor. Are these paintings sold?

Butterfly suddenly understood, I really didn't fucking understand it's hopeless.

A little boy who has just stepped out of puberty, who has just matured, who has just begun to know the physiological needs of the day, who is so proactive, so disrespectful, so temperamental, so docile as a little milk dog approaching a woman much older than him, showing favor to you, greeting you, this intention could not be more obvious.

If you think that he really has a crush on you, you are simply stupid.

The other party obviously regards himself as a rich man, a rich woman, who does not wear a wedding ring, perhaps a rich widow, or a divorced abandoned woman who is thirsting for comfort, and is really a good prey.

And he is young and talented, naturally he will not always be willing to be under others, try a beautiful man's plan, and then come to a personal promise, when he is confused, say some hot love words, maybe he will achieve his future, will be a good deal, you want sex, I want money, take your own place, life is really infinitely beautiful.

Life also needs shortcuts, women need it, and men need it too.

There are people who work hard, but if they can get a good night's sleep, their worth can soar, and many young and beautiful little boys are having such purple dreams.

However, after confessing like this, he may be very disappointed, right?

Butterfly sympathized with him, and sure enough, the young man had poor vision, he really looked away, he walked badly, he had a beautiful skin, but he really had no wealth to show off.

Like him, he walked to the city as a migrant worker.

Maybe he saw that Zhuang Yousheng was so attentive to him, and maybe he was not very reluctant to accompany a woman who was still wrinkled with various skin care products and had begun to exude the smell of old rotting corpses on her body.

At the same price, it must be much more comfortable to accompany a younger, more beautiful rich woman.

Perhaps, he can really show some sincerity, and the money will be more fragrant.

Isn't it?

Thinking of this stubble, the sympathy of the butterfly's sudden rise turned into a trace of bitterness, and he clearly felt that it was in vain for him to take away this expensive cup of mineral water with gas.

The butterfly barely held the wine glass with grace, and the movement began to feel a little unnatural, obviously this should be held by Bai Fumei, and then stood elegantly in front of the painting, savoring the painting, thinking about whether to buy it, and which room should it be hung in after buying it to conform to the style? As for how much the painting will cost, it is never the first consideration, the first consideration is, do you really want it? ……

Looking at Jason's disappointed back and disappearing into the shaking figure, the butterfly felt very uncomfortable in her heart. If it was before, she would definitely be very disgusted with this kind of person, she was young, but she was not self-motivated, so she wanted to ascend to the sky in one step, but today she felt full of helplessness, and it was very astringent in retrospect.

What a tragedy life is. Presumably, he came here to work without hesitating to hold trays all day long, hand over wine and water, and flatter in front of people, the purpose of which was to get acquainted with some rich people, hoping to change that humble fate.

Maybe he comes home alone every day, a small rented house, a messy life situation, every time he will have nightmares.

Just when will you get rid of bad luck? Read the literature of the French Revolution, it is not that you are willing to sell your soul and body in exchange for the favor of fate.

How much weight do you weigh on the scales of your soul and body?

This is a mystery that a person cannot guess for the rest of his life.

Your worth may only be determined by others after you die.

Butterflies watched him still roam the crowd in a measured manner, the beautiful wrists that reached for the glasses wantonly, well-maintained, wearing expensive rings, or expensive watches.

Some will be supplemented by a smile, which is purely an act of self-cultivation, and some will not even glance at him, you are just a service ghost.

I felt that my mouth was full of that indescribable bitterness, and even the slightest interest in looking at the painting was gone.

She wandered around very boringly, just about to catch that Zhuang Yousheng and say goodbye, she really didn't have much interest in this kind of art exhibition, and she was not a connoisseur herself.

To be honest, writing those articles is also very amateurish, but fortunately, there are few people who read magazines who know how to draw, as long as you write smoothly and the people who read them read happily and happily, it is considered a complete merit.

Fortunately, a painter like Lin Motian is an authentic old Jianghu who can't be more authentic, and he knows that you are just eating with a mouth, so he is very generous and considerate, and never cares whether you write professionally or not.

Of course, professionalism is always a matter in the circle, and gossip magazines never talk about professionalism. The so-called connoisseur stretches out his hand to know if there is. If you don't understand it, you don't know what you're looking at from the beginning to the end.

Therefore, although the butterfly is also very weak-hearted, it still holds the banner of literature and art, and is secretly mixed in the circle of humanities and arts. This circle is mixed, there is no real material, and it likes to bluff; There are real materials, and most of them are pretentious, and there is no one in their eyes. But fortunately, thanks to the guidance of the nobles, it was quite comfortable.

But if you really let the butterfly talk about her experience in front of a painting, maybe she will really bleed on the spot. Although no one knows what they see, if they are willing to pay a lot of odds to own these paintings, it naturally shows that their three views are somewhat good from another level.

Butterflies are boring to see, the first glance is novelty, the second is interesting, and the third is dull. After more than an hour, those paintings were like black and white slides, flashing in front of my eyes, and then crumpled together, I couldn't tell where black and white were, but my mind was blank.

Of course, she is also very careful to cover up her shallowness and paleness, so she never talks about his paintings in front of Zhuang Yousheng, but fortunately, Zhuang Yousheng never talks about his paintings with her.

For his paintings, he has always adhered to an extremely cold and defensive attitude. His paintings are his personality, and who wants others to judge their own personality at will?

This kind of judgment, whether good or bad, is itself a kind of stain on one's own artistic life.

Some people say that the literati sometimes act like a donkey, it is not an exaggeration at all, the head can be broken, and the body can be destroyed, but his art is supreme and cannot tolerate the slightest disrespect.