"Well, it seems that I can't stay up late anymore, and the wrinkles are deep again. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "I looked in the mirror and muttered to myself while arranging my sparse white hair.

Unconsciously straightened my waist, I was a little taller in the mirror, he smiled, and a mouthful of yellow teeth made me unconsciously touch the good cigarette I just got from the boss yesterday, "Life is really a good thing, no, life is a good thing." "Put on the birdcage, step by step out of this dark alley where I have lived for almost a hundred years, like every old man, happily wandering on the street, and in a blink of an eye I arrived at the editorial office." Hey, it's still a public job, not only to control but also to eat, haha. “

"Old eight, you're crazy! You are crazy! Eight, you're crazy! The starling in the birdcage shouted unexpectedly.

"Go, go, you're smart, if you talk more, I'll roast you." I looked at the pair of bird's eyes in the birdcage, which were not as big as beans, and I didn't care about coping with them.

"Oh, Dad, I'm arguing with the Eighth Prince again. Come, Eighth Prince, I'll take you to pick up girls. "It's Xiao Fei who speaks, a big fat man, 160 tall, but his weight is about twice his height, he looks at it and looks sideways at a square level, he is a newly recruited intern in the editorial department, he is not very old, but he has a lot of experience. I heard the dream beauty of the personnel department say that there are about 2 more interns who came to participate in the interview this time, and Xiaofei can be selected from them, and this Xiaofei's ability is also visible.

Oh, by the way, he's not my son, even if I wasn't a handsome boy when I was young, a handsome and beautiful man, I was also a wanderer, how could I have such an ugly son, look at Xiaofei's face. Don't look at it, the whole face is meat, and the thick eyebrows and big eyes, which were originally good, also look prominent on his face, but really don't be too prominent......

I looked at Xiao Fei's face and thought nonsense, the eighth prince in the birdcage had already opened the birdcage by himself, and consciously flew to Xiao Fei's shoulder, Xiao Fei smiled at me, and went out with the eighth prince and a bird.

"Daddy morning!"

"Morning, Dream Beauty!" I hung the birdcage outside the gatehouse, looked at the woman leaning against the doorframe, and unconsciously moved my gaze to the woman's chest. Tsk, it's really tolerant and milky! It's no wonder that people can be personnel, but they have something extraordinary.

"Don't look at it, it's not like you don't know, if you like it, you can draw one yourself, and if you can't do it, you can change one yourself." The woman held the soy milk and playfully licked the traces on the side of her mouth with her tongue. "By the way, the boss is waiting for you, it seems that there is work today." After speaking, he turned around and flicked the red dress, and the whole person disappeared.

"Live? I haven't lived for almost half a month, so it won't be a big job. Blinking, relieving my spirits, I followed into the antique office building in front of me, just like when I first arrived, with apprehension and curiosity in my heart.

My name is Wang Yiyong, nicknamed Lao Ba, born in the Republic of China, I have forgotten the specific year, in fact, it is even stranger to remember, I have been dead for so many years, who would think about when I was born, that year was in chaos, anything can happen, and it was the experience at that time that made me what I am now.

I have the impression that I was born in a good family, and when I was young, I also learned what piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but because of my poor physique, I didn't dance with knives and guns. Later, I didn't know what kind of wind the rich people in the country were worried about, so they sent their children abroad, and what did they say "Shiyi long skills to control Yi", anyway, I didn't understand, so I was sent outside to learn painting for a few years, probably because I learned landscape sketching when I was a child, and I learned it relatively quickly. Then there was a war, and it seemed that the whole world was in a state of war readiness overnight, and I called home, and the family told me to hide over there first, and then come back when the war subsided, and I believed it, and then I couldn't get through, and I knew that I probably didn't have to go back to that home again. At that time, I had almost spent all the money on my body, and I had no choice, so I started to paint portraits on the street, but I also know that photography was not particularly new in those days, and who had the time to risk being bombed by planes and wait for hours on the street for a portrait. Eventually, I sold all my valuables and starved to death on the streets of a foreign land.

Later, I worked here as a sketch portrait artist, and I have been working for a long time.

I paced down the old squeaky staircase, oh oh oh, and my nickname, the Eighth because I was the eighth portrait artist here.