Chapter 7

"I said Lulu, you spend 100 yuan to buy a sketch. It's too much money, isn't it? Money and willfulness? "

"And art signatures!"

"You're happy to say that online art signature design is a huge collection of five pieces per search."

"The cheap designs sold on the Internet are similar to ghost painters. I just like this one. I can recognize my name and look good. If you look at the picture of the sketch I took, don't you think it's very good-looking? You don't know. The girl who painted me later looked at me with that kind of gentle and doting eyes and said to me, "I painted you in my eyes." Oh, my God, I got goose bumps at that moment. It's too sumptuous and has wood? "

"I don't want to talk about you. Anyway, if you don't have money, you can ask for it at home. If you don't, the supervisor is coming. I have to work. I don't have such a good life as you."

Liu Lu curled up, took her mobile phone away from her ear, and muttered, "it seems like my parents' money is from the wind, and I didn't spend it. I think it's worth it." She looked at the sketch in her hand and was more satisfied with it.

"May I have a look at the picture in your hand?" A low magnetic voice came out of nowhere.

Liu Lu was shocked to find that there were two more men beside her. The stout man was in his early thirties. He was wearing a black T-shirt and dark blue jeans. His arm muscles were strong. He looked very man. The other one was

Her eyes just began to look and she was caught. There was no angry expression on the other side's face, but she felt more scared than her father when he was angry. She dared not look at it again. She mistook her eyes and handed over the paper in her hand.

"Ding!" The elevator door opens.

"I'm going into the elevator." By the chance of speaking, Liu Lu looks at the man beside her. The expression of the face with low eyes is too calm. The long eyelashes cover the only eyes that can reveal emotion.

Wow, so handsome!

As for the handsome place, Liu Lu can't say that it looks like the perfect face carved out by the stars, but it makes people feel very handsome, and it's quite tall. It's not as tall as the strong man next to it, but it's not thin.

"Where is the man who painted this?" The man raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Lu, looking more serious.

"By the big flower bed in Baihua square." Liu Lu was stared at by this condensed line of sight, and immediately answered honestly.

The man turned and walked out. Liu Lu looked at the paper held by the man's hand, and remembered that his things were still in the hands of others. He hurriedly ran after him and shouted, "my painting -"

the man stopped and turned to look at Liu Lu. His eyes were like a sharp sword, which split her courage to ask for something back.

"How much is the compensation to you?"

"I, I don't want money..."

During Liu Lu's speech, the strong man beside the man has been instructed to take out a pile of banknotes with a visual inspection of thousands of yuan from his wallet and deliver them to her.

"No, i..."

Another pile.

"Not enough?" The man flicked out two words.

Liu Lu shut up in silence.

After the two people left their sight, Liu Lu looked down at the hard money in her hand, and counted the number of pieces secretly, 27 pieces. She made two thousand six hundred yuan in a flash, excluding the 100 yuan cost!

"This is the real money willful ah!"

I still don't know that Sheng Jiaoyang, who sold more than two thousand yuan of his paintings by hand, is still working hard to help people design and sign. A signed design drawing of ten yuan is not expensive. The money saved for a cup of milk tea is enough. Some people who eat melon are excited and place an order. She hasn't been asked to draw a sketch yet.

Sheng Jiaoyang trades several art signed design manuscripts, and is preparing to change to a cool place to continue to struggle, so as to hide from the more and more warm sunshine. Just after receiving the guy, in the dark, a person is blocking her.

"You painted it?" It's a familiar voice that fills the ear.

Sheng Jiaoyang narrowed her eyes and saw what was close to her eyes. It was her opening work today, a sketch of Liu Lu. Then, I saw the blood jade wrench on my thumb holding a corner of the paper, and my heart suddenly clicked.

Slowly raise your head and look up along the arm. What you see is Shen Zhining's uncertain face.

Sheng Jiaoyang's lips trembled, thinking of his present identity, he found his calmness: "it's me, what can I do for you?"

If it wasn't for self experience, who would believe that one person can become another person with different appearance and blood?

"Pride, Yang?" The man looked down at her.

Are there two different places in the world where people can draw and sign exactly the same?

He never believed in coincidence. All coincidences must be intentional.

Sheng Jiaoyang listens to the name from the mouth of the person in front of him. A stream of senseless numbness leaps up from his back and makes his scalp numb. This feeling is too familiar. It seems that every time he calls her in such a gloomy tone, it always means that she will be unlucky next.Once Shen Zhining bullied her only a few years old when he was not happy. At that time, he was not happy every day. I don't know how he was able to be bullied day by day and still keep on crying. When she was bullied as a child, she had a big psychological shadow. She basically walked around when she grew up. As long as Shen Zhining was around, she would definitely give up, or she would just say hello and run away.

The little devil will not change into an angel when he grows up. Now Shen Zhining is so terrible. Her cold feeling is like the essence. The summer also gives her a feeling of falling into an ice lake, and her heart is cold.

"Here, this is my stage name." Sheng Jiaoyang said that he was not strong enough.

"Change."

Hearing the other side's commanding tone, Sheng Xiao smiled: "you say change, change, who are you? Why should I change it? "

"Don't want to change it?" The tone of the man became extremely dangerous.

With the encouragement of Sheng Jiaoyang, the scene that he saw before suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the picture that he saw when he saw Shen Zhining again several years later. It was separated from the childish young Shen Zhining wearing a tailored suit, with his left hand in his trouser bag and his right hand holding a goblet. The blood jade wrench on his thumb was set off by the shiny liquor in his belly. However, it was very obvious The most conspicuous one is the one who is crushed by him. The one who is howling is a middle-aged man. The man lies on the ground with his swollen face and his right wrist is trampled under the foot of Shen Zhining. The opposite is the light smile at the corner of Shen Zhining's mouth.

Later, I learned that the man who was given up one hand by Shen Zhining turned out to be under his hand because he betrayed him.

But that scene obviously stimulated her. The little devil became the big one. What changed was not only his size and appearance, but also his cruelty and coldness. The only constant is probably his uncertain mood.

You can't fight against devil Shen! This is the words engraved in Sheng Jiaoyang's heart, which can be regarded as the criterion for her actions.

"It's not that I can't change it, but why should I change it?" Sheng Jiaoyang's tone softened. The evil Lord Shen, who used to be across the world's protection wall, said that she would be cured. Now she is just an ordinary person without any support. It's not easy to kill her.

"Are you trying to imitate Zhu Yu in front of you?" Shen Zhining looked at her eyes without concealing. Although she didn't show her emotions, Sheng Jiaoyang recognized a sense of contempt in his plain tone.

Pearl jade? Who?

"How could I not know that there are more artists in the world who are called scorching sun than I am?" Sheng Jiaoyang asked himself that her vision was not small. If there were such a painter, how could she not know!

Shen Zhining smiled and looked at Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes, revealing a trace of pity for the frog at the bottom of the well.

Nest Lean on!

The sun was so hot that her teeth itched, but she had no choice.

"I can change, but this is what you want me to change, and I want to make up for it." It's not a problem to pay with money, it's just because there's not enough money - that's what the young devil Shen told her.

"How much do you want?"

Sheng Jiaoyang held out a finger.

"One hundred thousand?"

This trench? Sheng Xiaoyang blinked his eyes. He was surprised and didn't respond immediately.

"Not enough? Your life is not worth a million. " Shen Zhining squints slightly.

Sheng Jiaoyang took a smoke at the corner of his mouth. It was inexplicably unpleasant. A million yuan was counted as a ball. Before, it was not enough for her to buy a piece of jewelry. Originally, I only wanted to take ten thousand yuan, but later I saw him saying that she was already very surprised, but now she is not satisfied. Since she is so despised, she has to decide on the one million yuan.

"Isn't that more than just a painting of that pearl jade? My life may not be worth a million now, but I will never draw less than that! " Sheng Jiaoyang stands up. She is tall now, so she can look up at the devil Shen as long as she raises her eyes. She doesn't have to look up at him as before.

Shen Zhining looked at the girl who dared to bargain with him. It seemed that he thought of something beautiful. His expression was softer and he said, "OK."

The next second, devil Shen's face changed.

"But next time you let me know that you are still using her name, I will make you worse than... Death! "