But the matter of landing is already certain, so even if there is no suitable place to settle down below, even if there is a dung pit below, even if she sees and hears such desperate news, she will definitely stop and see before leaving.

Li Keer is a somewhat extreme person, once she has determined something, she must complete it, it has nothing to do with interests, nothing to gain or lose, as long as she wants to do it, she must do it.

When Li Keer hovered above Mu Sen's head, she saw a lonely and somewhat pitiful person, and in this loneliness, there was a deep obsession, and in the obsession, there were some unpredictable sadness.

What kind of temperament is this, and where does all this stuff come from? What kind of painful ordeal is this man going through, Li Keer wondered, looking forward to solving all the mysteries.

And what is even more surprising is the man's hand.

When Li Ke'er saw Mu Sen's hand for the first time, she almost screamed out in surprise. What kind of hands are these, just by seeing these hands, Li Keer feels that this man must be very fond of painting, and he must be an unattainable ghost.

Mu Sen's hands, because of the perennial holding of the pen, have become a little deformed, some places in the palm of the hand are stained with brush ash that cannot be washed off, and because he often draws, so even if he usually does not hold something in his hand, he will maintain the posture of holding a paintbrush.

When Li Keer first saw Mu Sen's hand, he was sitting in front of the easel, gesturing and painting a picture. But he didn't have a pen in his hand. It was precisely because he didn't have a pen in his hand that Li Keer noticed him.

For the first time in school, Mu Sen went to the classroom without a pen. It's not that he didn't bring it, it's that his stationery is in Donglin's schoolbag, and Donglin deliberately didn't give him stationery in order to trick him.

There is a distance between the Faculty of Arts and the Faculty of Letters, and it is not easy to enter and exit after classes. Mu Sen had no choice but to come to class empty-handed.

Originally, the first day of class was to talk nonsense, but because there was really nothing nonsense to say, the head teacher asked his family to improvise a stick figure sketch and hand it in as a school exam at the end of class.

Because school has just started, Mu Sen is not a person who likes to talk to people, so he didn't borrow from others, sitting in front of the easel, although he didn't have a pen in his hand, he still depicted it seriously like a madman, and fell down seriously one stroke at a time.

It was a scene that was hard for anyone who hadn't seen it to understand the shock.

Li Keer thought it was very interesting, so she stared at him for a while.

Soon, Li Keer discovered something more interesting, although Mu Sen did not have a pen in his hand, he was full of confidence in his every stroke, and he was more serious than those who held a brush in their hands.

Li Keer was shocked: "This person must cherish his works more than his own life." Li Keer thought so, and wanted to prove it. Throw your spare pen to Kimori. Then pretend that you don't know anything and continue drawing.

Mu Sen picked up the paintbrush, looked left and right and saw that everyone was painting seriously, knowing that the person who gave him the pen didn't want him to know, so he didn't say anything more, took the pen and began to draw seriously.

Although almost half of the time has passed, Mu Sen's painting skills are not comparable to ordinary people, and his every stroke is accurate and powerful, and he quickly catches up with the progress of most people.

Although he was in a hurry, he still finished his part before the end of class.

Yes, only partially.

Moreover, when the teacher came to collect the papers, Mu Sen changed to a new drawing paper: "I forgot to bring a pen, and I didn't draw anything." ”

There will always be some problems in a class, and the teacher didn't pay much attention to it, and just said to him: "Then you will have a zero score in the entrance exam." ”

Mu Sen has no opinion, how many points he scores, he doesn't have many opinions.

His family is also a little rich, and he paints just because he likes it, and he doesn't have to be a great painter or anything.

Of course, although this sentence is not convincing to him, by the time he was in junior high school, he had already made some money from paintings.

However, Mu Sen really thought so in his heart. Of course, there are also people who say: the reason why you think this way is because you lack nothing.

Mu Sen does not refute that the reason why he can think this way is because he lacks nothing, a person who lacks nothing is qualified to think like this, and a person who has to work by painting to support his family will not and dare not say so.

Of course Mu Sen knows, the cruelty of this world, he knows better than those who 'live in cruelty'. To say why, Mu Sen once took the initiative to experience that cruel world.

And the experience of Musen is not just as simple as going to see and eat a meal.

Mu Sen once went to another city, bringing with him only a ticket and two hundred yuan in cash, and the cheapest way to return to the city from that city was six hundred yuan.

After getting out of the car, he saw a completely strange world, and two hundred yuan, after which he stayed in a hotel for one night, and it was not a very good kind. Of course, the cruelty of reality did not give Mu Sen the option of staying in a hotel. Because he only had two hundred yuan, he could only use it to eat, after all, he couldn't accept letting himself find something to eat in the trash.

In order not to find something to eat in the trash can, the food he can choose is also very limited, two hundred yuan, buy steamed buns and mineral water can live for half a month, but this half a month, provided that there are no unexpected expenses, such as accommodation under the bridge or on the bench in the square.

And steamed buns and mineral water are only the first choice.

After the first meal, Mu Sen even saved mineral water, and took a mineral water bottle to get tap water. The tap water in the park is worse than the one at home, and the body must not be able to stand it if he drinks it directly, so he found an iron can at the garbage station, I don't know how many times he washed it, although it is still a little difficult to accept, but the reality does not give him a choice.

In this way, with an iron can, ten pieces of sketch paper, two pencils and enough money to eat half a month's worth of steamed buns, Mu Sen began a wandering life in a completely unfamiliar city.

After all, he is a man of culture, a little flower living in a greenhouse. He can eat chaff, but he can't stand the dirty clothes on his body all the time.

But he also didn't have a change of clothes. So he had to take a shower and wash his clothes in the park after the early hours of the morning, and then find a place where no one was around to dry his clothes.

Mu Sen's plan is to spend a holiday in the city and earn the fare to go back. And all his principal was ten pieces of sketch paper and two pencils.

He picked up a piece of cardboard from the garbage heap, wrote the words "black and white pencil drawing, five dollars a piece" on it, and set up a stall in front of the park.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, dressed fairly cleanly, but with such a simple tool to set up a stall, there were many onlookers, but no one was willing to pay five yuan for him to paint.

Someone was willing to pay five dollars, but no one was willing to let him paint. And Mu Sen is also a bloody man, and resolutely refuses other people's alms.

He started setting up his stall at about 8 o'clock in the morning, and it was not until 6 o'clock in the afternoon that there were more people in the park, and finally there was the first person willing to eat tomatoes. She is a very beautiful and temperamental girl. At about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, it looks very amiable.

He handed Mu Sen five dollars: "Draw one for me." Then he looked left and right, and sat down on one of the steps. Mu Sen hurriedly handed over his coat. Her dress was very white, and she was sure to get dirty if she did it.

She sat on the steps with Mumori's coat on it, and then looked at a waterhole in the park with one hand on her cheek.

Mu Sen asked her, "What kind of picture do you want to draw?" ”

She was a little surprised: "Isn't it realistic?" ”

Mu Sen replied: "Well, you can be realistic, but if you need it, I can do some exaggerated designs for you." ”

The girl sneered and looked at Mu Sen meaningfully: "It's good to be realistic." ”

Mu Sen immediately began to paint. He had been here all day, and soon people of good deeds had gathered. Talking about it.

Mu Mori painted quickly, trying his best to paint a beautiful work, this is his business, no matter what, he wants to paint a painting that can satisfy himself and satisfy his customers.

Although there are only two colors, black and white, Mu Sen draws very seriously. Even for a hand that had been drawn thousands of times, it took more than an hour to complete.

The girl was surprised when she got the painting and covered her mouth in surprise. She couldn't believe that a 'little beggar' who set up a stall in a park could have such a painter.

Mu Sen bowed to her: "Are you still satisfied?" ”

The girl nodded: "Very satisfied, it should be said that it is beyond imagination." Mu Sen knew that this sister didn't actually expect him to paint a good picture, she was willing to let Mu Sen paint, more with a pitiful mind.

However, none of this mattered anymore, Mu Sen confirmed his strength, and there was no need to say anything more.

The girl took out a hundred bills from her pocket and gave it to Mu Sen: "Tip." ”

Mu Sen didn't answer, and the girl said: "You really don't understand, the waiter still has to take a tip, since you set up a stall here, the guest is God, I am very satisfied with your service, so just take the tip." ”

Mu Sen really needed money, so he accepted it hesitantly, and said to the girl, "Can you please wait here for me in ten days?" ”

The girl looked at him curiously: "Why?" ”

"In ten days," Mu Sen said, "I will earn enough money to paint a picture for you that is worth the tip." Mu Sen seemed to find this unconvincing, and told the girl, "You are my first guest, let me do something for you." ”