Chapter 199

Huo Zhi is very busy. She devotes all her energy to her paintings and makes illustrations for books. The editor is very satisfied. Recently, she consciously starts to create paintings and sells them in the art gallery in Qingcheng.

In the morning, I was woken up by the phone call from the gallery owner. After a soft talk, I made an appointment to meet at Yiye gallery.

The gallery is not big, the layout is appropriate, and it exudes a strong artistic style.

The owner of the gallery is a young couple. The girl's body exudes a distinctive temperament. Her hair is as black as a waterfall and reaches her waist. Her skirt is like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. She is tinged with some ink paintings. It seems that she came out from a rain Lane in the south of China with an oil paper umbrella.

In the middle of the gallery is Huo Zhi's painting. She is deeply ashamed that her painting is so out of fashion that she can't help but smile.

The paintings are hanging in the gallery, and some people buy them. Although the price is not high, it is also a sense of achievement.

On this day, when there were few guests, the owner of the gallery came out and said to her with a smile, "Miss Huo, when we met for the first time, is really - very eye-catching. Miss Huo's temperament is really unique."

"That's too much, Master Wang!" She thought and thought that she should have called him boss Wang, but the boss's name would be tainted with the smell of copper.

"Miss Huo, someone wants to buy your painting." The landlady blurted out, "Miss Huo, I've been painting for a long time. Without some utilitarianism, I can't draw such excellent ideas and ideas."

"Thank you for your appreciation. The painting is sold." Huo Zhi was nostalgic about the painting and thought of the painting time of that day. This painting has been for some time.

"But the buyer wants to see the painter." The landlady said with a smile.

Painter? This word is too sacred for her. She suddenly doesn't adapt to it.

Huo Zhi smile, "remember a painter said, eat eggs, why do you have to see the laying chicken."

"Miss Huo, we can read miss Huo's indifferent character through your picture layout and deep meaning, so we specially asked Miss Huo to have a talk. I hope Miss Huo can agree to our extra request."

"Yes, I promise!" It's a good thing for someone to praise and appreciate herself for painting. It's no harm to see her. She's not a rigid and eccentric painter, and she's not so stubborn.

"Good!" A promise down, the landlady happy like a jump beans, that kind of girl's vivid and crystal clear state, immediately spilled out, such a girl, people can't refuse.

The lovely landlady strode in front of her, holding Huo Zhi's hand in one hand, just like her childhood friend, smiling and moving gently. She went out with the landlady obediently. From a distance, she saw the back of a young man standing in front of her painting, which she drew in college, wearing a long skirt, long hair and straw hat.

This painting is very tender, hiding countless youth can only, that period of green years, are quietly flowing in the picture, that year, then the scene suddenly let her melancholy, if there was no such choice, what would be the outcome?

She frowned, her head suddenly a little dizzy, vaguely felt that her steps were out of control, and walked slowly towards the man, until she came to the man's back, she had a kind of impulse, almost reached out to cover the man's eyes

Fortunately, she woke up in time, a slight cough, face a little red, "Hello, sir."

The man looked back with a brilliant smile.

She stepped back, and it turned out to be him

"Hello." The man nodded with a smile.

If we say that there is a city in the world, this is the man in front of us. This kind of face is more dazzling in the daytime than at night.

This person, she has seen, has a few sides of the edge, facial features perfect as sculpture general man.

"In Xiajiang yuan." He held out his hand. "We've met."

"Yes. I am Huo Zhi She reaches out her hand and gently shakes him. I don't know if it's an illusion. She feels that Jiang Yuan's hand is shaking.

"I like this painting very much. I wonder if Miss Huo is interested in selling it?" His eyes returned to the painting, and he could see it, but he really appreciated it.

His praise is too strong, which makes Huo Zhi a little embarrassed. It's not that he belittles himself, but that this painting is really not good. "Mr. Jiang, in fact, you can look at other paintings, this painting..." She laughed and said honestly, "this painting is just my practice. It's a bit clumsy."

At the end of the painting, she rubbed the corners of her clothes with embarrassment. She felt very ashamed that she had received so much praise for her poor work. She knew that she should have done a good job at the beginning. She really didn't know what it was like to be sad. She tried to express her sorrow for the new words. The painting was a bit sentimental and casual.

Jiang Yuan smiles, "Miss Huo is too modest. In my opinion, the value of painting does not lie in its technique, but in its resonance. If there is resonance, this painting is of infinite value to the viewer. No matter how precious it is, it is just an expensive painting. "

She couldn't say this, but she still didn't understand, "Sir, can you let me know where your resonance is?"Jiang Yuan looked at the painting as if he was crazy. "I want to collect it for a period of time."

Did he see his childhood in this painting? His eyes are very deep, it seems to be deeply touched, Jiang Yuan in her eyes has always been natural and uninhibited, how ever saw him so affectionate?

Huo Zhi no longer insisted, biting lips, white lotus like cheek, with a touch of scarlet: "well, you like, take it, Madame, take down the painting, I want to wrap it for Mr. Jiang."

She wanted to wrap the painting for Jiang Yuan herself. After all, it's hard to find a bosom friend. Is it a bosom friend who can find resonance in such a painting?

"Miss Huo, the girl in this painting is - you Jiang Yuan's eyes still did not leave the painting, and her deep voice fell into her ears.

Time! Just now, Jiang Yuan also said that he would collect for a period of time! So, is this painting called time? Why didn't she know it was time? The moment when he told her time, he recalled her infinite thoughts. That time, that story, that person, now scattered into mud and ground into dust, but the fragrance never appeared.

When I saw this painting for the first time, I said it was her! Jiang Yuan is still the first person. She has never been dressed like the one in the painting before him, and the one in the painting is her back. How does he know it's her? If it's not her or herself, she will really doubt whether she is the creator of this painting!

"Miss Huo, I haven't seen you for a while. You seem to be fat! The combination of work and rest, sitting or standing for a long time is not good for your health. " The tenderness in Jiang Yuan's eyes can burn a prairie.

Huo Zhi lowered her head, suddenly warm, melting her cold blood. Others will never understand how much effort she used to suppress all her feelings, just thinking about how to suppress her sadness and impulse.

But the fact is that she has become a delicate and sensitive heart, but can not help anyone bring her any trace of warmth.

She looked up and saw Jiang Yuan staring at her, a pair of pale eyes, unspeakable calm. Let people hope, again restless heart, will quietly appease.

She bit her lip, lowered her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "thank you, Mr. Jiang."