We spent the whole afternoon in the shop drawing, I drew the previous orders, and Mia kept drawing in his sketchbook and going through my old drafts from time to time.

"Jingle bells." The wind chimes at the door rang again, and Zhang Weidong came in smoking a cigarette: "Damn, I said that I would pay back the money in the past two days, but this old boy actually gave me a wrap-up party - ran away...... Yo? Brother Rui, who is this? Before he could finish scolding, he saw Mia. In the past, he came either alone or the customers were all looking at the paintings and selecting the paintings; Absolutely no one was seen sitting with me in the antechamber drawing.

"My friend." Hearing me say this, Mi Ai stood up and bowed slightly to Zhang Weidong. But this brother looked at me with a smirk:

"That's that, it all started with friends. Then I won't bother you both. With that, he was about to exit the store. I hurriedly walked over and whispered:

"What the are you talking about? It's really a friend in general. ”

"I know, I know, you need to step up. This girl looks good, and you've earned it with your kid. What's wrong? Are you planning to talk about marriage seriously? Or take a bite and throw it to society? ”

"Throw your grandmother on the legs, she can't speak, but she can hear others. Ancestor, I beg you. Stop talking nonsense, don't you? I hurriedly dragged him out the door and hurriedly opened the subject: "What are you doing?" This day is free for you. What were you doing the other day when you got up so early and came to my neighborhood? Finding faults? ”

"How can that? Dude didn't open a company, a serious company; Engaged in loans. I warn you, don't say anything about me out there in the future. A few days ago, someone asked me for a loan, and when I saw that it was about to expire, I asked the employee to come and urge it. As a result, this old boy cried all day long, poor and miserable, the conscience of heaven and earth, I have come over so many times and I haven't even touched his fingers. I came over today to talk to this old brother, but the employee said that he ran away, and I didn't believe it, so I came to take a look; Hey! The old boy has moved everything. Zhang Weidong said with a depressed face, if I didn't know him, I really thought he was simply lending. There are two men in black who get out of a car, one sings white-faced and the other red-faced; Hell to believe in him.

"Brother, it's almost fine. Do some serious business. I don't know what you do? If the left hand goes in three points and the right hand goes out in ten points, something will happen sooner or later. ”

"Don't you take a stake in two car dealers, do you really expect this loan to be successful? Stop it. Besides, don't we have no skills? Don't worry, I'm measured. Let's go in, let's go in, don't let your younger siblings hang in alone. Tsk, it's a pity, such a beautiful person, he can't speak......" Zhang Weidong pushed me into the store, turned around and shook his head and got into the car.

Back in the shop, Mia still looked down and painted, her hair completely covering her face. But she kept repeating in her head: 'What the hell has this person been through?' These things are not at all like the paintings of the talkative and cheerful man in front of him, and they are entirely from the hand of an extremely obscure man. This person is schizophrenic? But there's nothing wrong with looking at this person. I didn't know what I looked like at the time in her sketchbook and saw that it was a line drawing of her own with the blood on her arm, but I guess it was about the same. She wasn't copying my paintings, she was disassembling them to restore my state. What the hell is this girl doing? How else can you get to know a person like this?

When she saw me come in, she bowed her head and wrote in her notebook: 'Did you draw these?' What exactly did you go through? What kind of experiences led you to draw these things at that age? ’

"Girl, what the hell are you doing? Isn't it an undertaker? Why do you know this skill? "I've been holding back to ask her, but I don't dare to ask until she shows it. This girl is quite evil, and if she is exposed again, she will definitely be a real hammer.

When I saw her words again, I was convinced; It is true that she studied medicine, who would have thought that she studied forensic medicine; And the mentor who took them is also good at "character profiling", so she can reverse profile through something...... It sounds very advanced, but I can't help but ask what a character profile is; It is expected to be a kind of character puzzle.

Looking at the girl in front of her, I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her future boyfriend: next to such a person, there is nothing to hide, not to mention that she has a ghost grandmother. If the girl is really unhappy, the old lady will definitely be scared out of her heart when she appears to talk with a green face.

But I don't know how to answer her question. I remember sitting in front of the easel and finally drawing this, even if I didn't want to paint this kind of painting that day, but it must have been this style in the end. As for what mood it is, I really forget it, and I don't seem to have any mood fluctuations, I just draw quietly. And, judging by the characters in her sketchbook, just like me in her dreams, she sits indifferently in front of an easel and exists for the sake of being. There is a close-up of the eyes drawn next to it, and it is also looking at the lost soul...... Looking at her sketchbook, I seemed to remember something: I didn't seem tired, hungry or even painful at that time, and my body was like a red container for me......