Xiang Hai looked at Xu Jiang, who followed all the way, his tall figure was as flexible as a thin monkey, and he jumped to his side in the blink of an eye, raised his chin and asked very gossipy: "That's your girlfriend?" ”

Xiang Hai put the bag on the table, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured a few sips: "No." You can't come forward for this exhibition, and ask the second-in-command of your shop to be responsible. ”

Xu Jiang's gossip face collapsed instantly, and he asked in disbelief: "Why, you said that I was solely responsible for the first art exhibition in China, can't I, the person in charge, show my face?" How? Do you want to unload the mill and kill the donkey? ”

Xiang Hai looked at his long face with a fierce face, and couldn't help laughing: "I told you on the phone, let the second-in-command pick me up, you have to refuse." No, you showed your face too early, and you won't have to show your face in the future. ”

Xu Jiang was stunned for a while, then suddenly reacted, pointed his finger at the next door, and his voice was suppressed: "You are guarding against her!" ”

"What's guarding against her? It's so ugly. It's just that it's not convenient to tell her who I am right now. If you come forward to preside over the art exhibition now, doesn't this indirectly prove that I have a relationship with Haiyi? ”

"Then you didn't tell me earlier! I've bought all my clothes and my perfume, and now you're telling me that I can't go on stage, do you pay me money? No, it's not a problem that money can solve, my blood is full of cold in an instant, you have to give me a fire and boil it again! ”

Xiang Hai pinched the Qingming acupoint and looked at him helplessly: "You have a lot of plays, quickly take out the tools, and I'll draw one for you casually." ”

"I've got it for you, you see—"

Xu Jiang seemed to be covered in chicken blood, and jumped to open the closed curtains, behind the curtain cloth was a very long table, which was full of professional painting tools, and even the canvas was stretched on the shelf, and the paint was almost squeezed into the palette.

"I got it ready for you 10 days ago! Let's draw it! Oh, by the way, there's something to show you, you paint it yourself, I just want a portrait! Don't be lazy! Xu Jiang stroked the close-fitting suit on his body, straightened his collar, and walked out with his head up.

Xiang Hai looked at the table full of professional painting tools, like an old father seeing a child he hadn't seen for a long time.

In order to pretend to be a novice, he used some very inferior canvases, the brushes were bought from the stalls, and even the barrels used to wash the brushes were small white buckets thrown away by children with plasticine, which he turned out in the trash can in a suit, so that the paintings he drew could not even be recognized by himself, and there was no need to pretend at all. Now when he sees these professional painting tools, he almost wants to hug these dear friends and burst into tears.

Xiang Hai was a little excited in his heart for a while, he took the long-lost paintbrush, skillfully circled in his hand, and picked up the apron on the table and tied it to his body. He glanced at his watch and began to squeeze paint onto the palette with neat movements, pouring some turpentine into the disposable cup.

Hold the brush in your hand, dip it in turpentine to make the white paint "thin", and use a spatula to paint the entire canvas as the bottom layer. He turned his head and fetched some toning oil to mix the other paints in his hand. When the paint on the canvas is completely dry, he holds the palette, dips the prepared paint, and smears it on the canvas according to the composition in his heart, one stroke at a time, calm and delicate.

I don't know what to do in the square outside, and suddenly there is a burst of cheers. Xiang Hai was so focused on the oil painting that he didn't bother to look up.

The door was knocked, and the sound of the door lock being unscrewed came immediately, and without looking back, Xiang Hai could also hear Xu Jiang's slightly mopping footsteps.

"Ouch, I've already started drawing. Is it a portrait? I looked at the color scheme and the triangular composition, and I didn't run away! ”

Xu Jiang stood behind him quietly and looked at it for a while, his eyes full of amazement and incredulity: "Alas...... If these hands were mine, I would be able to support myself by painting a few paintings and selling them at will, saving me the trouble of spending all day at my little movie theater and not making money. Tell me, why don't young people like to watch movies nowadays? How good the movie is, like that "Roman Holiday", even other celebrities love to watch it, but these ordinary people don't watch it! ”

Xiang Hai took the gap between the newspapers and brushes the pen on the side, and glanced at him: "You can't watch this little broken theater, there is a certain reason, just with your awareness, you still give me chores." ”

"Hey, Lord Hai, you can look at me so highly, it's like my ancestor is smoking, as long as you say a word, I will remove all the paintings in my shop and replace them with yours, what do you think?"

"I just came back, and you have made so many enemies for me, do you want to drive me out of the country?"

Xu Jiang looked at him with a reproachful face: "How can it?" How can I say that you are also my senior brother, how can I drive you out of the country? Even if—even if I kick you out of the country, I'll always be a handyman, and I know who I am. ”

Xiang Hai paused for a moment with the scraper in his hand, then scraped the green leaf, and said seemingly casually: "Now you are in charge, I am just a name." After all, his things are almost all taken back, I won't take you for nothing, and I will exchange my own paintings with you when the time comes. ”

"Oh, I said big boss, this shop has your name on it, don't bother me, I'll be here to be the number one for you, it's good. Don't come to me for anything else, don't look for me," he said, feeling his hands sore, and then he remembered that he was holding something in his hand, and gave the painting away, "Hey, by the way, look at this painting, did you paint it?" ”

The scraper in Xiang Hai's hand didn't stop, his eyes glanced to the side, the whole person suddenly stopped, turned around in disbelief, looked at the painting in Xu Jiang's hand with round eyes, swept back and forth on the four corners of the oil painting, and then turned to the back to see, and it was really clean.

Xu Jiang looked at him with a clear face, and touched him with his elbow: "I don't have a signature when I see this painting, how about it?" Did you draw it? ”

Xiang Hai nodded helplessly, nodded and smiled. He glanced at the wall next door, as if he saw through the wall the man who dared to secretly sell his paintings, and he didn't know whether to admire or be helpless.

Xu Jiang's eyes lit up, and he squeezed his eyebrows at him with a gossipy face: "I look at the artistic conception of the painting like your style, but this method is too naïve and crude, so I don't dare to recognize it." So now I'm going to interview you, what caused you to lose your passion for oil painting, and you came up with such a ......" he sifted through the wording, and then said, "The work at the bottom? ”

"How much did you pay for this painting?"

Xu Jiang learned that this painting was indeed painted by Xiang Hai, so he held the "bottom work" in his mouth and laughed treacherously, and when he heard Xiang Hai's question, he smiled even more treacherously, and stretched out a hand to compare "five".

Xiang Hai secretly scolded the profiteer in his heart, and continued to work on the oil painting in his hand, leaving Xu Jiang himself to make noise on the side. The force of the pen was heavier again, and Xu Jiang shouted next to him: "It's nothing, it's nothing, there's nothing bad at the bottom, you pay attention to me and don't draw it badly!" ”

Xiang Hai wanted to drive this person out, and the force of the pen was concise and fast, and he directly handed over the painting in less than half an hour.

Xu Jiang happily walked away with the oil painting, but he was detained by Xiang Hai from the "bottom work", but he didn't make a noise, after all, all his thoughts are now on the new painting.

Xiang Hai stood in front of the glass window for a while, he turned this matter around in his heart a few times, and he somewhat understood why Lin Yilan secretly sold his paintings. As soon as I took my eyes off the "bottom work", I just saw the advertisement for the poster exhibition, and my face turned green in an instant, and I took out my mobile phone and dialed Xu Jiang's number.

He pulled out his toiletries from his bag and went into the bathroom. After most of the time, I came out in my pajamas and wiped my hair, and stood in front of the window for a while, and sure enough, I didn't see the advertisement again.

He poured half a glass of boiling water into the cup, threw the pills in, poured some orange juice powder into it, shook it off, and knocked on the door next door. The door opened, and Lin Yilan was also wiping her hair with a towel, looking at him with a questioning expression: "Something?" ”

Xiang Hai's eyes widened in disbelief: "You forgot that I would be afraid, how can I sleep if you don't protect me?" Lin Yilan wiped her hair for a moment, looked up at the person who was a head taller than herself, and didn't know what expression to put on for a while.

Xiang Hai looked at her with an expression that she didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and she leaned back and smiled at the door. Finally, wiping away his tears, he said, "I'm playing with you." I'm here to tell you that you don't have to wake up early tomorrow, sleep until you wake up naturally, and then we'll go out for a walk. Dinner is a little salty, this is the water I brought you on purpose, drink. ”

Lin Yilan had no doubt about taking it and raising her head to drink it all, and Xiang Hai took the cup and went back to the room to sleep satisfied. Lin Yilan tasted back in her mouth, there was a little bitterness after the sweetness and sourness of the orange juice, she felt that Xiang Hai might have bought a fake, this orange juice was too bitter, it must be defective.

She blows her hair dry and stands bored in front of the window and continues to look at the neon lights. I felt sleepy when I looked at it, and I yawned and went back to bed.

The night gradually deepened, and finally even the neon outside the window fell asleep. From this side, the moon slowly paced to the other side, and finally took over the shift with the rising sun, and went back to rest.

The first to wake up is a group of lovely sanitation workers, who dutifully use their own hands to beautify the city.

Breakfast sellers and vegetable sellers are almost racing against the clock. More and more people are waiting for them to wake up, and their business is getting better and better. They have chosen the terms of exchange they need to survive, and they go with the flow and can't wait to cope with life.

There were more people in the square, and the big screen began to play advertising information in turn, gradually returning to the hustle and bustle of the downtown area.

The white curtains obediently blocked the sunlight from the window, and the glass also blocked out most of the noise, but there was still a little noise that mischievously penetrated the room through the glass, and although the sound was much quieter, the person on the bed frowned and opened his eyes.

It's rare to have no dreams all night, and Lin Yilan slept very deeply. I woke up and stretched, lifted the quilt, and stood in front of the window energetically and stretched my body left and right. With a long exhale, he went to the bathroom.

When she had everything cleaned up, the door rang just in time. She walked over to open the door, wearing a blue and white striped shirt and navy blue pants underneath, and was smiling at her with big white teeth: "Did you sleep well?" ”