S city suburbs.

It's no taller than the city, and there's no countless glass curtain walls.

Noisy, noisy, dirty.

The sun had just risen in the early morning, and the vendors had already occupied the already narrow streets, shouting and working. On the slightly flat concrete floor, you can see cabbage and fruit peels that have not been cleaned, and even in the crisp morning, there is a faint smell of sweat due to hard work.

The electric tricycle selling pancakes honked its horn on the gas stove and rushed back from outside refreshed, ready to buy some more ingredients for the noon school day.

The shops in the surrounding low-rise bungalows also opened one by one, and the roller shutters were drawn, and the proprietress wore cheap and loose clothes, with a lazy tiredness that had not yet woken up, and stood at the door of the store, gossiping with the people beside her.

There was a gas stove boiling hot water at the door, and the old man was carefully shaving his beard at the corner of the street to another guest who was also an uncle.

The smell of the cheap haircut is strong, the pungent suffocation of the burning honeycomb coals, and the heat wafting around......

"That's enough."

A capable and delicately dressed woman rolled up the car window with an unswerving face, her delicate and well-maintained hands were covered under her nose weakly, and her beautiful eyes with eyeliner were a little impatient, and she asked the assistant next to her, "How long is it?" ”

"It's almost there." The little assistant said tremblingly, "It's just that, editor-in-chief, this place is not easy to park. ”

The woman looked at the time, and then glanced at the rising sun, and the noise around her almost made her feel like torture, "Stop wherever you want, let's hurry up and find someone to count as matter." ”

"Yes."

The limousine, which is completely out of line with this urban-rural junction, seems to be trembling and cautious in finding a temporary place in such a chaotic place, just like the assistant who drives the car.

Because the speed is so slow, that in such a narrow street, several bicycles and three wheels behind are ringing the bell, urging vigorously.

"It's torture." The woman got out of the car and couldn't help but say something again.

The assistant lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, looked at the coordinates sent by the other party, and led the editor-in-chief to shuttle through the alley. The nude pointed-toe high heels were pedaling and walking on it vigorously, but in the next second, the wheels crossed, and a puddle of muddy water splashed up instantly, and the beautiful silver suddenly became speckled.

Fortunately, before the woman completely broke out, the little assistant finally found a clear address, "Editor-in-chief, it is the far left of the fourth floor of the front floor." ”

The woman looked up, suspicious, "Are you sure you are there?" The assistant nodded affirmatively.

This is supposed to be a house built in the eighties and nineties, a cement house, with only four floors, exposed pipes lying outside the house, and the corridors on each floor are hollow and exposed to the outside, and you can see children chasing and playing on it.

Dilapidated and old-fashioned, the woman looked critically for a long time, and felt that the only bright color of this house was probably a pot of brightly blooming triangular plums raised on the rightmost window on the fourth floor.

"This person is really strange, and he is obviously a god." The assistant looked at the boss's eyes and started a topic, "Based on the paintings in my hand, I should have said that I should have this number, but I still live in such a place." She gestured.

The woman glanced at her casually, "You know what, such a person has his own reasons for acting like this. If you look at his work in the past ten years, whether it is the original watercolor painting, or the current CG painting, he is good at a lot. However, regardless of his own exquisite and splendid skills, it is said that each work will bring people a feeling of almost the essence of the scene he paints, and his use of color and composition, even if it is an ordinary painting, will feel that the picture is warm and exquisite, and will always provoke some emotions in people's hearts. ”

"Do you think other people would draw this feeling?"

Her red lips curled into a smile of aspiration, and she stepped up the stairs of the cement room.

The little assistant listened, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but when he saw the back of his boss, he closed his mouth again and followed silently.

"Hide! He's coming after us! "Four or five-year-old children giggled, playing with each other on the stairs, chasing after me, not looking much at the road, almost pounced on the woman.

The woman frowned, but the child didn't care, and in the narrow corridor, she ran down from between the two of them.

Only then did I find out that each floor was a corridor, and there were several rooms on the corridor, some large and some small, where three or four families lived. At this point, the parents are still at work, and the children who are not yet old are playing together.

"Oh, here you are." A low, gentle voice sounded on one side, with a slight magnetism in the end. The two men who were still on the stairs looked up and saw a tall man in his twenties wearing a simple white T-shirt, leaning against the doorway with a yellow wooden door frame, holding a box of yogurt with a straw in his hand.

"I'm afraid you're in the wrong place, so I'm waiting for you here." The boy noticed their gaze, smiled and shook the half-empty box, then took a puff of the trash can thrown aside, "Well, there is still a family living in the back room." ”

He smiled and pointed behind him.

There are three more doors behind the yellow door frame, leaving only two or three square meters of foothold in front of it.

Sure enough, it's an old house.

The woman thought like this, but there was no trace of disgust on her face, and said with a smile, "You are Yanyu." Seeing the boy nodding, she smiled more thoughtfully and handed over the business card, "Hello, I'm the editor-in-chief of Covered Bridge magazine." ”

"Covered Bridge" is our magazine's latest main magazine, several magazines have cooperated with you before, are very pleasant, yesterday I heard your call and was willing to provide illustrations for this magazine, the magazine is really very happy, so I specially sent me to ask about some related matters."

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that I look at the magazine planning plan you sent a few days ago, and I also appreciate the style of "Covered Bridge", so it was decided yesterday." He smiled softly, and suddenly asked again, "Do you have a lot to say?" ”

"Huh?"

"If there aren't many, I'll grieve you guys, okay to talk here?" He was a little apologetic, "I rushed to a painting last night, and my house is already small, but now it's even more messy, but it's not as spacious as here." ”

"I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind, I understand. And it's not a lot of things, just ask if you have any specific requirements for your work to be published. The woman smiled, and the little assistant shook her head vigorously behind her.

While listening, the boy turned around and went into the room to pick up two glasses of water and handed them to them, and said politely, "Actually, there are no requirements, the main thing is to read the latest chapter ......of "Wear it quickly and be at ease" for free as soon as possible.