There seems to be instant noodles at home. By the time Butterfly finished eating the noodles and sat back down in front of the computer, it was already midnight. There was silence all around, and she began to write according to the ideas she had figured out in her mind when she had just eaten noodles. When it was all done, she looked out the window with confused eyes, it was almost dawn, turned off the computer, and fell asleep.

Although I fell asleep, my mind was still constantly filtering the article I had just written, where I needed to make further revisions, where the words and sentences were not written enough, and I fell asleep in a daze, and when I woke up suddenly, the sky was already bright.

I finally got up, felt my eyes hurt and my hair was swollen, and I washed my face before I felt sober. I changed my clothes, combed my hair in a bun, and went out to work dizzily with my bag. When I arrived at the unit, it was noon, I ordered a takeaway for breakfast and lunch, and after dealing with all the things at hand, I still went to Lin Motian's studio.

What she didn't expect was that because of this article, Lin Motian's attitude towards her changed one hundred and eighty degrees, not only became quite polite, but also began to take the initiative to invite the butterfly to him and invite her to eat together, at first the butterfly was flattered, but gradually with the increase in the number of times, the butterfly felt that this friendliness was not simple.

But as the person on the boss's side, Butterfly didn't dare to offend, so she could only be smarter by herself, reduce her personal meetings with him, and use her busyness at work to avoid his various invitations.

Later, he also seemed to gradually realize that the butterfly was a little reluctant to come, and the pure invitation always got all kinds of meetings, activities, interviews and other excuses, three invitations a week, and each time he refused, although a little unhappy, but the butterfly was always tactful and polite, and the reason was reasonable, but it also made him not good to attack.

He knows that what Butterfly needs most now is a social circle, she needs to meet more celebrities to carry out her work, as far as her own ideas and friends are not on the stage, how can a real celebrity be met and handled by a small and micro editor like her? And he has the connections and strength in this regard. As a senior painter, his contacts and network involve various fields such as culture, entertainment, and commerce, how can a little girl like a butterfly carry it? With a little stroke, her career path will shine.

He knew that she had to write interviews with two heavyweight personalities in each issue, and the connections between these characters were exactly where she was anxious. So the reason for his call began to change: Wuji, you must come today, I have dinner with a few famous directors, you can ask him to do a character interview?

Butterfly can't help but because she doesn't have connections in this area, and if she wants to open up this field, she has to throw herself into it at all costs. The butterfly knew that there was a cage there, but her beautiful butterfly could only fight for herself.

As a painter who returned to the United States, Zhuang Yousheng has a lot of popularity at home and abroad. The news butterfly of his return to China has already seen it, but there is no way to contact it, so he can only give up. That day, Lin Motian suddenly called and said, Wuji, I want to meet with the painters this afternoon, you can come too, that Zhuang Yousheng is also here, I will introduce you to you, you can also write a character interview for him, talk about life in the United States, and his character paintings. This is a good opportunity, you can come over at noon, and I will wait for you in the studio.

Butterfly is worried about the characters in the next issue, how can the current good opportunity be missed. That day, the butterfly went to the studio dressed brightly, and Lin Motian just finished painting, and said while washing his hands: "Wuji, in fact, I just came back from Hong Kong last night, and you can see that my luggage is still in the hall." "The butterfly has seen it a long time ago, the huge towbar box. He washed his hands in the kitchen, with unwashed dishes and chopsticks on the side, and a blue and white porcelain plate with leftover rose bean curd, which was his breakfast.

Traditional Modu people like to eat soaked rice, pickled bean curd, and warm soaking rice with soup and water, although simple, but it is an indispensable delicacy in the life of Modu people. Especially when you wake up with a stomach that hasn't yet awakened, or when your stomach is greasy and fertile after a big meal, this clear soup can really soothe your spleen and stomach.

For as long as Butterfly can remember, her breakfast is cake and bread, and she almost never eats this kind of rice, and occasionally her father is very busy, and she will make some rice for dinner, which is also a unique taste.

He washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen, and the butterfly could only follow out, and he looked at the butterfly with the eyes behind the reading glasses and said, "I have to go to Sichuan tomorrow, I really want to take you with me." But I know that you have to go to work, and when I have the opportunity in the future, I will also take you and our friends to go to collect style, it is really interesting, there are painters and writers, and you can learn a lot of interesting things about them. ”

The butterfly listened, nodding her head as she listened. But she knew in her own heart that this might be avoided. They had lunch together that day and then took a taxi to the publishing house.

When I first saw Zhuang Yousheng, I felt more dull for the butterfly, except for polite entertainment, most of the time he sat in the crowd, silent, as if he was just an ordinary person. However, Butterfly also looked at his paintings before he came, and the figure paintings are delicate and rich in connotation, which just shows that behind his silence there is a rich inner world that no one knows.

Butterfly handed him a business card, he took it humbly, and Lin Motian said on the side, let him take the time to do an interview another day.

He nodded hurriedly in agreement, and since he didn't have a business card, he wrote a phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to Butterfly, and asked Butterfly to call him.

For Zhuang Yousheng, although he was famous in the painting industry many years ago, but he has been studying abroad for so many years to make a living, after all, he doesn't know much about China, and more importantly, people in China don't know much about him.

Lin Motian is not only a senior, but also a guide for him to return to China this time. Lin Motian has this kind of ability and skill, so he naturally has to be particularly respectful to him. As for the media, of course he needs the media to promote him now, and he has not become popular for so many years, just because he can only blindly paint, paint, and paint all day long, but he doesn't know how to sell and promote himself.

In this world, no matter how good your painting is, if you don't know how to promote yourself in front of the public, your works may only be buried forever. Don't say that modern people know art, that's pure. I have not received a good education, nor have I worked hard to cultivate, how can I know what is the real art from the messy pile of artworks? What is pure rubbish? Perhaps the garbage knows that it is packaged, so it is also enshrined in the art hall as an art hall for people to enjoy. Those tinkers, as long as they look like artists, will be sought after by the media.