Chapter 265

In Huo Zhi's opinion, painting is a career and hobby she wants to pursue in the future. When she closes the room and calms down, her heart will sink into the colorful world. To her, it's like a mortal's ascent to a fairyland.

Happiness, anger, sadness, happiness and sorrow can all be expressed with the help of the pen.

This kind of feeling is like a dialogue between one self and another, a careful communication between one self and another, all the feelings of Mao acridine, thorn, itch, all can be comforted one by one in the world of color.

Huo Zhi is very attentive to the gallery. She also hangs her paintings in the gallery. Some people buy them. Although the price is not high, it is also a sense of achievement.

On the opening day of the gallery, Feng Feng and Yun Ling sent a large flower basket. It was very beautiful, but if you put it in this small shop, it would be a little huge.

The flower basket is very beautiful, which seems to inspire Huo Zhi's inspiration. Inspiration is fleeting. She wants to seize this inspiration to create, so she has been "closed" for several days and works hard.

On this day, the weather is sunny, sunny, although it is late autumn, but there is no ruthless and cold autumn, I do not know why such a good weather, not many guests, think about the weekend, people are busy to go outing, leisure, vacation, or nest at home to clean up, enjoy, two people's world, leisure time is always diverse.

A person holding his cheek to read "top collection of traditional Chinese painting", Jiao Wei'er called her with a smile, "sister gardenia, someone wants to buy your painting."

"Just sell it." There are several of her paintings sold by Jiao Wei'er. She has shown Jiao Wei'er the reserve price. As long as she doesn't lose money, she can sell them. She thinks that Jiao Wei'er's loveliness and loveliness are all concentrated in one point, the simplicity of double-edged sword.

"But the buyer wants to see the painter." Jiao Wei'er said.

Painter? This word is too tall for her. When it comes to her, she suddenly doesn't adapt, and indeed doesn't adapt. Just out of the hut, how dare she be called a painter? It's a big word.

Jiao Wei'er, of course, didn't know her complicated psychological process. She just watched Huo Zhi pause a little, so she said with a smile: "sooner or later, sister Zhizi will really be a painter, international level and famous international level!"

"Well, with your good advice, from today on, I will set a standard to make myself work harder - to forget to eat and sleep, and strive to become a famous painter in the world."

Jiao Wei'er smiles, "is that right? Sister Zhi is no more than a few years older than me. She lacks a kind of self-confidence, or willfulness. Young people should go forward bravely. "

Young man, are you still young? Huo Zhi smiles and follows Jiao Wei'er out.

In the distance, I saw the back of a young man standing in front of her painting. It was the one she drew in college. She was wearing a long skirt, long hair and straw hat.

This painting was preserved by Mu Bai. On Mu Bai's birthday that year, Huo Zhi picked about and didn't know what gift to give him. Mu Bai was not interested in the birthday gift she bought, so she specially proposed to have a painting, and the picture must have her.

She agreed, and then there was a series of paintings in which she was the protagonist, and now it seems - still a little embarrassed.

This painting is very young, no one has ever seen it, and it doesn't even have a name.

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 an impulse, and 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 took a step back, this person looks familiar and strange, this strange feeling again, but can't find a trace, simply give up struggling to imagine and explore.

Some things need to be let go, some people need to forget.

"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.

"At the bottom, leisurely." He held out his hand. "I like your paintings very much. Their mellow strokes always remind people of something, such as the past, the present and the heart."

"Thank you, Mr. Fang. I'm flattered. They're all immature things. They draw casually. They don't have any intention! At that time, the youth didn't know the taste of sorrow, just for the new words of Fu! Carrying forward the past and opening up the future is the right way of life. This is what I think and feel as a painter today! "

Fang leisurely a Leng, feel in front of Huo Zhi seems to have changed a person, and her words also seem to be very - snow, complex, deep.

"Your paintings can always arouse some of my past memories, which are full of sadness and worry."

"Oh" Huo Zhi thinks that some things are just suitable for listening, not suitable for talking about, such as Mr. Fang, his stories, his things, she is really not interested."So - I'm going to - can I buy this painting for a million dollars?" Fang Youran points to a pair of elegant skirts and hats. She bends down to smell a flower. When Huo Zhigang is about to take off the painting, she suddenly finds that the woman in the picture is carrying a wooden hairpin, a dark yellow wooden hairpin and a small white gardenia.

is exactly as like as two peas of the day, who are sent by express. What is the necessary connection between them?

Headache, severe head pain, can't help, hand on the temple, rub and rub, the pain is still like lightning like a jump on her body,

"Miss Huo - Miss Huo - you - uncomfortable?" Fang leisurely very nervous looking at Huo Zhi, want to reach out to help the body light shake people, but dare not, after all, he once sorry for her, hurt her, deeply hurt her.

Fingers back, eyes hard to move.

"No, no - Wei'er - Wei'er - take down the painting for this gentleman -" holding the nearby table, barely supporting himself.

"OK, I'll take it down and wrap it up right away." Wei'er often calls the care of paintings package and bandage. It sounds strange, as if this is the express delivery center.

"No - this painting - not for sale!" Behind him came a man's voice, familiar to can no longer be familiar with, looking back at the moment, Huo Zhi saw Gu Junqing a serious face, and a bit sulky expression.

"Other paintings in the gallery can be selected at will. The only owner of the gallery can't - can't! Mr. Fang - I'm sorry! "

Jiao Wei'er was stunned and calculated quickly in her heart and brain, as if the college entrance examination was going to break a mathematical problem. It's just that the results of mathematical problems can be obtained through high-speed calculation, while the relationship between a man and a woman is not, and it's difficult to deduce the relationship.

"Gu president, you're all right. Long time no see!" Fang leisurely slightly scoffed at Gu Junqing.

"Well, I think Mr. Fang has been slightly ill recently. He is not feeling well! As far as I know, Mr. Fang has always been in poor health, especially recently. It's not good to see things and think about people

Gu Junqing has always been indifferent, easily do not attack, once attack, it is a word, a boxing target.

"My illness is just like that of President Gu at the beginning. I've had it. You've had it. Let's be like each other." Fang leisurely doesn't show weakness, but is very strong. In Huo Zhi's opinion, Fang leisurely almost enrages Gu Junqing.

Two men in a short handover, jingle.

I really dazzled Jiao Wei'er and Huo Zhi.