Chapter 338

On the afternoon of September 21, people at Xucheng TV station saw a very strange phenomenon.

People who have already become the record channel of the warehouse and have been abandoned by the whole TV station are busy.

What they are busy with is to pack up and sell the waste paper boxes in the warehouse.

When everyone saw that downstairs, Zhou Yu was carrying a large bundle of paper boxes, and sister Hua was bargaining with the waste collector, they were full of ridicule.

"See, the people on the record channel know that they can't stay any longer. They are going to clean up the rags and get some living expenses. Ha ha... "

"Well, I really don't understand. I just record the three melons and two dates on the channel. They have no background and don't understand the world. How can they be kept in the channel until now?"

"It's a shame to fight with a rag collector there. When the big guns are gone, we'll be able to be a little cleaner in the stage. "

"Yes, these people don't have to get in the way. It's a pity that Hu Fei, the beautiful woman, tut tut... "

People in Xucheng TV station are watching the jokes of the record channel here. In the cleaned up office of the record channel, Xiao Jun is sitting behind Hu Fei's desk with a pen and painstakingly painting there.

Hu Fei and Wei editor a left a right station that look at, but more and more see more misty.

I saw Xiao Jun's pen was full of twists and turns. He sketched out a picture of people who were hard to see on the paper, and then wrote a few words at will. This was the completion.

It was almost a piece of paper in a few minutes, and in a few minutes, Hu Fei and Wei editor got a stack of paintings in their hands.

At this time, Huajie and Xiaozhou, who came back from selling waste products, also came together to draw by themselves and watch by four.

Just like the four heavenly kings facing the monkey king, they really don't understand what the monkey Xiao Jun wants to do.

"Xiao Hu, Xiao Zhou, this should be an art that you young people can understand. Tell me about it."

"Uncle Wei, it's not a problem for young people or old people at all. Most normal people can't understand it."

"I said, what is Xiao Jun's painting? Kid

"I know, I know, I've seen brother Jun's similar handwriting!"

Hu Fei, Hua Jie and editor Wei could not understand Xiao Jun's paintings, but Zhou Yu did.

When the three of them looked at it together, they saw Zhou Yu take out his mobile phone, rummaged for a while, and soon found a picture.

"Yes, that's it. This is the painting of Junge when he was a child. Later, when I learned about it, I always kept it in my mobile phone."

The other three took the mobile phone and saw the picture above. They were more confused than Xiao Jun's live paintings.

On Zhou Yu's side, he talked with a smile.

"When I just graduated, I came to the TV station for an interview. At that time, the examiner gave us the topic of impromptu news report, which was just the news picture of the provincial leaders inspecting the public welfare security institutions in Lizhou city.

Five of us in a room group, only look at the news screen, no sound, let us in five minutes with news commentary.

I remember clearly now that the leader inspected the orphanage in Lizhou city. At that time, on the wall of the orphanage president's office, there was an orphan's graffiti painting.

The news camera made a close-up of the graffiti, and other interviewers around me all said a praise of "children's simple mind". I don't know why it suddenly occurred to me that "the state is the father and the party is the mother" was written on the commentary. As like as two peas,

's news commentator, I heard the same sentence as me, and I got the job.

At that time, I thought it was this painting that gave me good luck, so I specially found out the news, took a screenshot of this picture, and paid special attention to the author of this picture.

Well, this is Junge's painting.

Brother Jun, the leader of the province once said that he had the opportunity to invite people to paint in the provincial government office! "

Zhou Yu said this with a reverent expression. Hu Fei finally understood the origin of the picture on the mobile phone and the meaning behind it.

A big head and small person holding out two hands is like a child holding parents' hands, but there are no parents around the child, but some of them are the national flag and party flag in the upper left and right corners.

And the finishing touch lies in the "father" under the national flag and the "mother" under the party flag. These two titles are written in crooked and immature handwriting, which is just like God's help.

If the author of this graffiti is really Xiao Jun, now look back at the paintings that Xiao Jun painted at the moment.

as like as two peas of the weird expression on the picture, and the language description of the finishing touch, this is exactly the same style as the "father of the motherland".

It turns out that's how Xiao Jun's paintings come from.

For a moment, everyone on the scene suddenly realized, but then, these people realized a very serious problem.Xiao Jun!

You are more than 20 years old. You are still painting here with your childhood style. What do you want to do!

We agreed to make new programs. Let's watch you draw these craps here?

Before lunch, Xiao Jun said impassioned, but after dinner, he did not mention what the new program was.

When he got back to the stage, he asked people to clean up. When the office was clean, the guy would work hard.

Hu Fei several people in the heart stuffy flustered, but dare not disturb Xiao Jun.

OK, what has been said is what Xiao Jun has the final say. Wait till he has finished painting, and ask the boy what he wants to do.

So they sat down and waited in silence.

Ten pictures in an hour.

Two hours, twenty.

Three hours

From noon to dusk, Xiao Jun did not stop writing for more than four hours.

At five o'clock, editor Wei looked at Xiao Jun and shook his head silently.

"Xiao Hu, I went to pick up my grandson first. This way Well, tomorrow. "

At six o'clock, sister Hua stood up.

"Feifei, I can't wait any longer. I have to go home and cook. So what Well, tomorrow. "

At seven o'clock, Zhou Yu woke up from his doze.

"Brother Jun, it's not finished yet? Ah, it's seven o'clock, director Hu. I have an appointment with my girlfriend to see a movie tonight. I'll go first. Brother Jun, here Well, tomorrow. "

As night falls, the whole Xucheng TV station building is completely quiet. It seems that there are only Hu Fei and Xiao Jun left here.

Hu Fei looks at Xiao Jun who hasn't moved for six hours, but suddenly finds that the man who is serious seems to have a special charm.

It's a kind of light that attracts the opposite sex unconsciously. Even if the light in the house is bright, it can't be covered up.

Especially when Xiao Jun tilted his head slightly and drew, the corners of his mouth tilted slightly and his handsome face was angular, which made Hu Fei feel a little confused. Suddenly, he felt the impulse to reach over and touch it gently.

Hu Fei's hand really slowly God in the past, see about to point to the heartstrings, suddenly!

"Yes! Let's draw these 60 pictures first. It's estimated that they will be enough for these days. "

Xiao Jun's unexpected stop writing makes Hu Fei's heart in a panic. He takes back his hand in a hurry and lowers his head to see Xiao Jun.

"Well? Huffy, are you still there? Oh, I can't. I can't hold it. Please help me sort out these paintings. I'll go to the bathroom. "

Throw down this sentence, Xiao Junfei also seems to rush out of the door.

Huffy took a breath.

"Ah, I'm so ashamed. What was I doing just now?"

After pinching the back of his hand hard, Hu Fei recovers from his embarrassment and quickly comes forward to pick up Xiao Jun's painting.

After that, Hu Fei was not ashamed, only annoyed.

"Xiao Jun, you've wasted an afternoon painting these ghost things? It's a good new program. You're making trouble! "

All afternoon, Xiao Jun drew sixty pictures, each of which was easy to understand.

At first, Hu Fei and others speculated that Xiao Jun was going to draw a group of comics, but after Hu Fei had read all of Xiao Jun's works, he found that there was no continuity at all except for similar styles.

Said to do a new program, painting there in the afternoon.

It's OK for you to have a good level of painting. The style of painting is rough, but it doesn't have any connotation. This day is equivalent to a day when you haven't done anything.

The record channel of Xucheng TV station is still a snowflake!

That night, Xiao Jun, full of joy, asked Hu Fei to invite back the meal of thanking him for saving his life. After the two parted ways in front of Xucheng TV station, Hu Fei only felt that the biggest mistake in her life was to believe Xiao Jun, who was out of tune.

Huffy went home and gave up completely.

But Xiao Jun didn't go back to his villa in the suburbs to sleep. He took his 60 paintings and went straight to Xiaolong company.

……

September 22nd, another day.

The sun rises as usual, breakfast still eat, it seems that this day and nothing special.

But as time goes on, countless middle-aged and elderly people find themselves surrounded by young people, more incomprehensible than ever.

In the people's Park of Xucheng, Mr. Xu, who is doing morning exercises, is just about to do a set of Taijiquan. By chance, he catches a glimpse of a young man sitting on a park bench, playing with his mobile phone while smoking. He goes forward to persuade him to walk away a little.

Unexpectedly, the young man raised his face at a 45 degree angle, spat out a puff of smoke, picked his eyebrows, and looked over with a very strange look.

Uncle Xu was frightened and quickly stepped back.

"What do you want to do, young man?"

"Hum, sir, I'll give you a look to understand."With these words, the young man pinched out the cigarette end and left with pride, leaving Mr. Xu standing in a circle on his face.

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In Xucheng, a vegetable market, aunt Han picked out the fresh vegetables she wanted to buy, only to find that the little girl was playing with her mobile phone and didn't give her a name.

Aunt Xu was anxious: "you little girl, are you still in business?"

Hearing this, the little vegetable girl didn't lift her head, but she lifted her eyelids and looked at Aunt Han with a 45 degree angle.

Aunt Han was frightened and quickly stepped back.

"What's the matter, you child?"

"Hum, madam, you are very arrogant."

With these words, the little girl picked up the bag of vegetables and began to weigh it. She didn't leave until she bought it. Aunt Han was uncomfortable with the little girl's eyes just now.

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