"A young girl like you should participate in more activities, see more knowledge, and know some people, I also have a lot of activities here, I originally wanted to call you, but now that you have a big shelf, it is easy to call you, I am afraid that you will not come." His last sentence had a strange taste, as if he was deliberately angry with butterflies.

The butterfly pretended not to understand, did not answer, and lowered her head to drink tea. She looked up and touched Zhuang Yousheng's eyes, and he lowered his eyelids after a little hesitation.

Butterfly smiled dryly.

Lin Motian suddenly said: "I still want to ask you one more thing, is it true that the outside world says that the operation of your magazine is not good?" ”

Butterfly knows that this has always been a dilemma for magazines and print media.

Who are magazines sold to today? Butterfly herself is a person who never reads magazines, she usually reads everything on the Internet, and she still spends money to buy magazines? If the sales volume is not high, it is naturally difficult to advertise more.

Everyone knows that making a magazine is a money-burning thing, and the question is how much money you have to burn.

Butterfly didn't know how to answer, Lin Motian was the boss here after all, and he shouldn't ask himself these questions, but maybe the boss still needed to hold his face in front of him. Doing magazines is also doing business.

Butterfly pondered for a moment before saying, "I'm not in charge of advertising, I don't know." ”

Lin Motian smiled implicitly and said, "You don't have to be embarrassed, just say it, I naturally won't let your boss know." I asked her last time and she said it was okay. But I'm old, but my mind isn't confused. ”

Butterfly was a little embarrassed and said: "It's really not very clear, you know that we have a very separate advertising and editing here, I am only in charge of the editorial department, maybe only the editor-in-chief is more clear." ”

Lin Motian looked at her with a little meaning, and did not seek his roots in this topic. He suddenly turned his gaze to Zhuang Yousheng, as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked him, "How are you doing with the painting you talked about last time?" ”

Zhuang Yousheng coughed lightly and said, "It's basically finished, and the painting is still with me." I haven't had a chance to give it to Miss He yet. ”

Lin Motian re-brewed the tea, and after three cups of tea, the butterfly felt as if he had been resurrected. Hearing this, she was a little surprised, she always thought that this thing was just lip service, but she actually painted it for herself, what would it look like? Could it be that kind of ancient lady picture? Just like the kind you see in the album, fluttering fairy, with picturesque eyebrows, there is a lot of "Luo skirt fragrant dew jade hairpin style, beautiful makeup and eyebrows are green." Shame on the face is pink and red. "Feelings?

Butterfly thought that the people on this painting were roughly the appearance of the ancients, like the paintings of ladies seen in the museum, or the Dunhuang flying paintings, or some Ming and Qing graceful school styles, in short, how to think how to think that the appearance of painting modern people is really not poetic at all.

However, he didn't wear the clothes of the ancients as his model, so was he alone thinking nonsense? If you can really draw like this, it's amazing.

I can't help but look forward to it.

"It's done, it's fine." Lin Motian nodded slightly. Lin Motian actually wanted to paint a painting, and when no one was around, he also spread out the scroll and meditated, but after drawing some essays, he couldn't continue to paint.

If you don't put your mind down and go on with other things, you'll soon leave the painting behind. So when I think about it, I always feel regretful.

"It was already already, but I have been busy moving for the first few months and delayed. You can give it to her today. ”

Butterfly secretly thought to herself: Sure enough, it is a rich man, and he said that he would buy a house and buy a house.

Lin Motian was obviously very satisfied, and said, "In this way, you will show the painting to Wuji this afternoon." ”

Zhuang Yousheng looked at the butterfly and said, "Okay." ”

Lin Motian's special feature is that he likes to help others arrange tasks. And when he speaks, you cannot dismiss it, whether you like it or not. His decision is an order.

In the afternoon, I went to Zhuang Yousheng to get paintings. Zhuang Yousheng said that there are still some areas that need the final touches.

Lin Motian is even more determined that his arrangement is very correct: this is the best, people on the side, can draw better.

Butterfly wanted to excuse herself, she wanted to get out of the house and sleep quickly, sat for half a day, she felt that the bones all over her body seemed to be tied up by a rope, and the tendons in her back were hanged.

When I thought that when I was with Fan Fan together, staying up late was a common thing, Fan Fan's spiritual head was called vigorous, and he was as strong as a cow, but he was young after all, and the two of them could turn the phoenix upside down for a night, and finally fell asleep, Fan Fan would always look at her with his eyes open, and he didn't want to sleep for a long time, so she said to him, don't make trouble.

At that time, Fan Fan would kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and her ears when she fell asleep, and then close her eyes contentedly.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, if she wakes up, she will touch Fan Fan's oily face, when he sleeps, like a child, very quiet, and will always curl up on a small side of the bed, because he knows that the butterfly does not sleep well, he wants to let her sleep more comfortably, he can curl up like this for a night without changing the position.

Once he inadvertently mentioned that during the nights when she wasn't with him, he slept only half of the bed, thinking that it was hers.

Butterfly knew that she had indeed been emotional for him.

But I also sighed, why have we been separated for so long, but I will remember these things over and over again? Now she always wakes up in the middle of the night, looking at the dark room, thinking about the feeling when Fan Fan was lying beside her, and the forgetfulness when he kissed her passionately.

Those nights, as soon as she reached out to hug his body, he would ask worriedly: Why don't you sleep again?

She couldn't remember how many tears she had shed in his arms.

Why did you get distracted?

Right now, Lin Motian and Zhuang Yousheng have obviously finalized this matter, and they don't even ask her if the person in the painting is happy.

Even if she wasn't happy, it was useless.

Coming out of Lin Motian, Zhuang Yousheng walked briskly in front, and the butterfly dragged his tired body behind, and when he entered the elevator, he almost hit his head on his tall and broad back, and when Zhuang Yousheng looked back at her, she was excited. The sleepiness slipped away.

"What's wrong with you? Look like you're a little out of the way? ”

In the elevator, Zhuang Yousheng asked.

It's the soul that can't be stopped, and the soul is in bed.

Butterfly felt that she was always restrained in front of him, so she didn't want to say anything, and casually responded: "It's okay." ”

When Zhuang Yousheng was in the car, the butterfly almost felt like she was about to sway.