Q: "What major is the scariest for students?" ”

Answer: "The art students who fell off the list. ”

Q: "What is the best staff in the school?" ”

Answer: "Librarian." ”

Defy?

Let's go through the history of the world from 1922 to 1949.

The original Abel was an excellent art student at Texas Royce University.

Rice University did not join the Ivy League because it is a Southern university.

But it can also rank in the top 10 in the United States.

It is also the first university in the southern United States.

Its most outstanding major is the art major.

Fine art is one of its strengths.

It is strange that Texas, which is full of martial arts and has a high illiteracy rate, has such a great art in the best universities.

This question is difficult to answer.

It's like asking why an unsuccessful art student can bring so much movement to the world.

Unsolvable problem.

In Ikana's eyes, Abel sat on a stool and began to paint.

changed the previous straightforward "vulgarity", and it was not like the ease of the "wolf of Wall Street" at the banquet last night.

Abel, who began to paint, fell silent.

It didn't look like he was painting, but rather a quiet painting himself.

This strange sense of disparity made Ikana's heartbeat seem to miss a beat.

He wasn't pretending, the white paper on the drawing board was quickly presenting a familiar and unfamiliar picture to her.

Accompanied by the sound of the wind blowing through the green space of Central Park, those black locust and wild cherry leaves.

The light and fast "swish" sound of the sketch pen on the drawing paper made her eyes focused and bright.

It's like the water in a man-made lake not far away, sparkling and pulsating in the sun.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a dozen minutes.

The quick, soft "swish" sound stopped, followed by the sound of the sketch pen being placed on the horizontal grid of the drawing board.

"Alright."

Abel stood up and said with a smile to Ikana, who was standing beside him.

"That's what I gave you. A portrait of yourself. ”

In front of Ikana is a black-and-white "photo" of her wearing a sports suit, which seems to have been taken with the best camera.

But she knows very well,

It's not a photo, it's a sketch.

"Is this me?" Ikana was stunned.

The characters in the sketches, looking at their looks and heights, are indeed her.

But the Ikana in the painting doesn't look like her at all like her now.

The Ikana in the painting has a more mature temperament, a dignified and luxurious, graceful and gentle feeling.

The aura is very large, and she looks like a queen.

The facial expression and appearance are also more mature than she is now.

And.....

She looked down at herself from the neck down.

The self in the painting is much bigger here than the current self.

It's a lot, a lot.

She had to wonder how she could have grown so big.

"It's you. Who else is there besides? Able smiled.

He did draw Ikana.

But that was more than ten years later, with my father ascending to a high position.

After experiencing the magic of time, as well as the change of status, and the growth of experience, Ikana.

At that time, Ikana's appearance and figure were not the most important.

Temperament and identity are the most charming things about her.

Compared to Ikana, who is still very young, it is like the comparison between the queen and the noble lady.

"Okay. It was indeed me. Ikana is sure.

Because the looks are really her, and she likes this painting very much.

"Was this for me? I like it very much, thank you! Ikana laughed genuinely for the first time.

Able shrugged, "That's what I want to give you." ”

In fact, it is not only Ikana, but she is amazed by her "self" in this painting.

Abel himself was a little surprised.

It's just that he was surprised that he didn't expect his physical fitness after becoming stronger to be so strong in terms of wrist and finger control.

Combined with the excellent painting skills of the original body, he can actually draw such a good work.

This skill made him feel that he didn't have a plug-in in the financial field.

I can also make a living with this painting skill.

The painting is simply a form of god.

"I like it very, very much. I didn't expect you to draw so well. Ikana said.

She originally thought that in Abel's resume, the degree of the Fine Arts Department of Rice University was gold-plated.

I didn't expect that she really had real talent and learning, and her painting was even better than many real painters she had ever seen.

The point is that such an art student should be engaged in art-related work.

As a result, from Texas, came to Wall Street.

The point is that on Wall Street, it has also achieved such great success.

This sense of disparity is more straightforward and vulgar than his straightforward and vulgar pursuit of words just now.

And it surprised her.

Surprise arises curiosity, curiosity arises, and things are beyond her rational control.

Ikana put away the sketch with great care.

The "self" in the painting reveals a temperament and demeanor that she yearns for.

She swears that she aspires to be such a figure.

She wanted to take the painting back and collect it for a good time, and to study it well.

She wants her current self to have the demeanor and temperament in this painting.

As for the "big" in the painting, this should be something to learn or not, right?

You can't just go to Long right now.

She's not as big as the inside now, but she's not small either.

At least it's one size bigger than Paris.

The painting was finished, and Ikana was no longer in the mood to run.

The two chatted as they strolled along the park track.

Wait until the sun rises completely, after half past nine.

In August, New York is starting to heat up.

The two leave Central Park and find a good-looking café on the side of the road.

We had a bite to eat and a cup of coffee together.

Then Abel smiled goodbye, he knew what it meant to be in moderation.

Leaving the café, Abel sat on his Cadillac STS that had been following him all the way.

“BOSS？” In the passenger seat, Edward said softly.

"Carnegie Hills Tower." Abel said directly.

Edward nodded, and Andy, the driver, immediately turned the steering wheel.

He came out of Jessica Alba in the morning and is now going to Anne Hathaway.

Just going to Anne is not all a private matter.

It's also businesslike.

He asked Anne to find her "goduncle" Michael Levine.

He had something to talk to about with Michael Levine of CAA.

In the rear compartment of the Cadillac, he wiped his sweat with a towel while calling David Mellon on his mobile phone.

"Abel?"

"It's me. David, tell Michael to come over. ”

"Which Michael? Oh, understood, Michael Ovitz? Where will he go to meet you? ”

"Hmm....... Let him come to Charlie Brown's Pizzeria in Lower Manhattan, 33 Ninth Avenue, first floor. ”

"Okay, no problem."