Chapter 42: Get a Cup of Coffee
At nine o'clock in the morning, not a single cent, but also a lot.
Lu Mo looked at the dial, showed a smile, and glanced at the sunlight outside the window out of the corner of his eyes.
At this moment, the sun is just right, not the most poisonous, and it is not the fog of the early morning.
He put down the paintbrush in his hand.
It was a weapon design that was enough to make everyone in the international dark world crazy, and the dense lines formed a wonderful figure, and the cold smell of beacon fire jumped on the page.
This is the result of seven hours of sleepless work in a row.
I don't know how many cups of tea I have changed, and she never reached out to take it, and she didn't know that her mouth was dry.
This is the state that every designer yearns for the most.
No pause, no exhaustion of inspiration.
Actually, this is not the reason why Lu Mo wants to get the manuscript out for a while.
As a person who has been using weapons and dealing with weapons all year round, every part is very familiar in her heart, whether it is the function or the location of use, it is all kept in mind, and it can be taken out as long as it is needed.
It can be said that the last thing she lacks is the burst of inspiration, and the timing of the burst.
Therefore, this kind of continuous high-intensity work and that kind of intermittent process are similar to the effect for her.
The reason why I am in such a hurry is half forced by reality, and half is what I want.
It wasn't the one she had intended to trade with the Dean family, nor was it the one she had brought with her to lure the big fish into the bait.
Changing your mind can be costly, especially in the design industry.
Whether it is the design of house architecture, the design of clothing and fashion, or the design of bridge engineering, the most taboo thing about design drawings is to change their minds.
Because the creative process of design is continuous, each step is built on the previous step, just like laying bricks, if it is crooked, the whole wall will collapse with a bang, whether you have built three or three hundred, even if only the last one changes position, it will be the same consequence.
A synonym for a son who makes a mistake and loses everything.
So, she had only one option, to draw a new one.
At the banquet this evening, I came all over again.
It takes courage and more importantly, self-confidence.
Meeting Ji Ming before disrupted her plans, and the work on the drawing paper has been delayed until now her eyebrows are burning.
The day before, Tian was still thinking about whether to directly empty the gloves of the white wolf.
But yesterday's seizure directly and completely changed her thoughts and plans.
As the saying goes, life must be happy, and don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.
If there is something interesting and want to do in life, there should be no procrastination, and there will only be endless regrets and even regrets after procrastination.
And designing this job is one of the few interests in her life except for sweat and even blood in the rain of bullets.
What's more, it's the only life in the muddy days of the first eight years of her birth.
Although talent is carried by genes, it is more because interest is carried in genes.
With interest, strong interest, effort is easy, because you will subconsciously know and remember everything about your interest, and naturally, this interest is called talented, innate, and blessed.
That's what she did!
In those eight years, she was immersed in remorse and sadness every day, fearing the arrival and departure of dreams, and in this way, it was extremely difficult to live.
Only in writing and painting, recording her memories and what she sees, can she have a moment of relaxation and respite.
It's a day where every day is the last.
In retrospect, the suffering was real, but so was the fulfillment.
The troubles at that time were nothing at all in her current chaos.
She's having a good time now, and she doesn't know what tomorrow will become, how bad it will be.
So, she began to think, if she even has to give way for something else in the career she likes now, then this life will be tasteless, if she really can't support it one day, and close her eyes, wouldn't it be ten lifetimes of reincarnation, and ten bowls of Meng Po soup can't save her regret.
Thinking about it, the corners of Lu Mo's lips couldn't help but twitch, gently, the arc was very small, and he couldn't see it at all if he didn't look carefully.
Then, she suddenly thought of something, her hand was raised, and her elbow joint rested on the table while she subconsciously snapped her fingers.
Snapping her fingers is her habitual action, which has been cultivated unintentionally for many years, and she can't remember the beginning, but she can't change it.
However, it didn't affect anything, and even made her feel good.
This action is harmful to the heart in medicine, and those who have studied the basics of medicine know it.
But she really likes it and thinks it is very practical, whether it is in the simple communication process in life or in the negotiation scene of a cooperation case, it is very useful to her.
For example, just such a snap of the fingers, the sound is not even as loud as a pen falling to the ground, but it can add a little fuse or freezing point to the already tense atmosphere full of gunpowder during negotiations.
In turn, it can cause psychological pressure on the other side of the negotiation, especially in a quieter and more stalemate environment.
At such times, the human spirit is already in a state of high tension.
If you are in a tense state at that time, you will become more nervous, and if you are not too nervous, you can't help but think too much, because of a simple sentence and the kind that comes to mind.
To put it in layman's terms, a person's overthinking means that he begins to become overly cautious and sensitive in his speech and behavior.
Under the effect of this psychology, most people will overestimate their opponents, and then they will have certain doubts about themselves and lose self-confidence.
Without self-confidence, even if it is justified, it will become unreasonable.
This is one of the most taboo psychological activities in the negotiation field, and it is also the fatal key point in determining the outcome of a negotiation.
Of course, if it is in daily life, such a snap of the fingers can make your mind more flexible, easier to appear, and induce associations in all aspects.
For example, now.
With this snap of her fingers, her memory entered the backtracking on her own, and she instantly locked on a crucial memory point.
In the past, those things that I didn't care about when I thought about them, or just flashed in my mind and couldn't be caught, after a snap of my fingers, the psychological suggestion guidance will pop up, one after another.
After all, those who were not caught at that time also existed, and there were traces to follow, and they naturally came out after slowing down and amplifying in retrospection.
As long as there has been in this world, there are traces, whether it is people or things, or even ideas.
All she needed was a snap of her fingers to remember it in an instant.
Of course, it's just that for her, others are not so applicable.
Everyone has their own unique memory system, which means a unique memory awakening mode.
These are all things that are stored in the genes waiting to be unlocked by themselves.
Once this genetic code is unlocked, it is the second pulse of Ren Du in martial arts, and it is like an empowerment, and it will transform in an instant, which is enough to witness a vicissitudes of life day and night.
In fact, to put it simply, it is just the kind that has changed from Guo Jing to Zhang Wuji in terms of unique empowerment.
Lu Mo closed his eyes and maintained a snapping finger gesture, rubbing his fingertips against each other.
This talent, as Qin Ran, as a floating light, and as a shadow has never been revealed.
Even Ye Qing knew that this incident was an accident.
And her experience before the age of eight was a blank slate.
Living in isolation.
The only people I came into contact with were Mom and Dad.
Even the nurses only knew that she was born with autism, so God closed one door and opened another window for her, and she was very talented in drawing.
But of course it's not possible.
It was true that I was a little autistic at that time.
But she really can't be called very talented in painting, and even a little good at this kind of self-effacing words to describe her has to blush and don't want to see people for three days.
To be honest, she's handicapped.
It's okay to draw straight lines, but those circles are really potatoes of different shapes.
Her flair for design is reflected in her natural sensitivity to all kinds of splicing and assembly.
She can disassemble tightly stitched clothes into small pieces of fabric with just one hand, and she can modify the pager without the use of any tools.
It's like the spiritual effect called the mirror pupil in a book, a natural talent for precision analysis.
The kung fu of painting pays off.
Slowly, I honed my determination to sharpen the iron pestle into a needle.
The experience of drawing simple patterns like lines and circles until my hands tremble, and I still admire myself when I think about it.
Of course, these are not the point, just a little memory and emotion.
The thought that came to Lu Mo's mind was:
- The identity of the weapon designer of the QR.
When she didn't even remember that she had such a talent, the Lord told her that Shen Zhou had always had this talent, and even experienced more professional training.
Even if there is no memory, as long as you touch it, the body's memory is still there.
This made her have to care.
My mind moves slightly, and I always feel that there are still parts of my memory that I don't remember, or that I have forgotten things for too long.
Gently exhaled a breath, stopping his thoughts, and the corners of his eyes curled slightly.
Fortunately, she is not so curious about it for the time being.
Otherwise, her life would be difficult.
It can be seen from this that it is better to have a proper Buddhist system in this life and to be a human being.
is too careful, it is really nothing but worrying about yourself, it has no effect at all, life is not how to live, and there is no change.
Picking up the finished piece, facing the sunlight, the paper was slightly transparent.
Every line seemed to come to life, flowing in the sun and breeze, and penetrated into her heart.
The corners of his mouth were silently hooked, and sure enough, after each completed work, the satisfaction in his heart was indescribable!
"Young master." Fang Guang poured a cup of tea again.
Lu Mo glanced at it, the brown color was slightly brown, and the color was the same as that of every cup in the afterglow before, and there was no tendency to fade.
The look in his eyes was instantly deep, and he opened his mouth with a meaning, "I just drink tea to quench my thirst, not to taste, I don't need to be too serious, it's really a bit of a waste to be too serious......"
When Fang Guang heard this, he smiled dumbly, is this distressed tea?
"Young master, didn't you say that? Life is to be refined, and the taste of tea is very important. ”
Lu Mo choked, a little embarrassed, his eyes grew up, and his face was incredulous, as if to say, "Really? Did I really say that? Why can't I remember? ”
Fang Guang lowered his head silently, making it easier to hold back a smile.
Really, he, the young master, is really poisonous, and the hidden attribute of comic can burst out anytime and anywhere.
He is really not very good at this kind of thing, and his little stomach has to endure cramps.
Back in the day, before the appearance of Shen Zhou, his facial paralysis was famous, his eyes could kill, and he had a chiller all over his body.
Then, after following Shen Zhou, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and subtly inside, he is also lively and cheerful.
"Change a cup of coffee, Ben Shao doesn't want to drink tea now." It's the willfulness of the spicy, Lu Mo stretched out his hand to take the cup, and stopped a second before touching the wall of the cup, maybe the hairs had already been intimately touched.
Fang Guang was immediately stunned, his hand shook, and he almost dropped the cup, but the tea still inevitably shook out a few drops.
In the middle of Lu Mo's freshly baked drawing.
Lu Mo blinked, looking at Fang Guang, his skin was not smiling, and his smile was full of danger, as if he was from a beast.
Fang Guang smiled, hurriedly put the teacup aside, stood up and looked forward, held his head high, his feet sixty degrees apart, and looked ahead.
Lu Mo smiled suddenly, "Okay, don't play treasure, Ben Shao didn't say that he wanted to worry about such things with you, it's not a good thing after all, the real good thing is still in Ben Shao's brain, there is no possibility of being polluted, go and change a cup of coffee." ”
Fang Guang touched the back of his head, still a little weak, coughed dryly, raised his head, and looked puzzled.
"Well, I remember that the thing you don't like the most is coffee, young master."
This is still the language of the organization, and if he blurts it out, it will probably be "Young master, what you hate the most is coffee." ”
Lu Mo doesn't like bitter things, although she has never said it explicitly, but as the most "intimate" personal guard, he knows it clearly.
Lu Mo never drinks the first three dishes of tea, and secretly puts a few large bags of creamer and sugar into it when he drinks coffee.
Most of the dishes are eaten to avoid bitter gourd, and occasionally the symbolic pieces are accompanied by large mouthfuls of white rice.
It's rare to hate a taste to the point where you can't even cover it up.
But now it's incomprehensible to take the initiative to ask for a change of coffee.
And in the choice of drinking tea or coffee, Shen Zhou has always had tea, and would rather boiled water than coffee.
(To be continued)
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