Milan was ordered by mubai to help Huo Zhi manage the gallery. Huo Zhi knows that she has added a lot of burden to Milan. As long as she has time, she will automatically run to the gallery and arrange for Milan to have a rest.

Today, I just walked into the gallery. Before I could stand still, Xiaoxiao calmly made a report. Recently, someone wanted to order a batch of small fresh paintings. Few people like this style. Everyone likes to decorate the room with famous masterpieces or prosperous brocade. They like this kind of small fresh paintings with simple colors and few brushes.

As soon as you feel warm in your heart, you should know that this kind of little refreshing is a good way to calm down, relieve and fight against loneliness.

"What do customers do?" Huo Zhi looks at Xiaoxiao.

"Well - very - handsome, charming smile, sunny!" Xiaoxiao seems to be more determined than she is, she said with no surprise.

Huo Zhi had to sigh that at the same age, she was more serious than Jiao Wei'er in smiling. She didn't laugh like a monkey. Although there was a little excitement in her eyes, she could hold it down.

Xiaoxiao sat down to decorate the painting with Huo Zhi. He made the frame and mounted it. The action was slower, but there was no mistake.

When they were busy, Xiaoxiao handed over a stack of cards.

She looked at the cartoon on the card. It looked more like an advertisement!

"Boss, it's a love story, love - a story!" Xiaoxiao handed the card to her and said, "I'm so moved. If anyone is so kind to me, it's worth it when I die!"

"Smile, wake up, we have a task! Today is not another big customer coming! " Love story just sounds beautiful, but it's not plain sailing in practice. The so-called ideal is higher than reality, which is probably so. I heard that it's a love story, but I'm not interested in it.

Xiaoxiao is a stubborn person, quietly, still insist on the card to her, "boss, you see! Let's learn the marketing strategy of card storytelling style. It's very good! "

Huo Zhi helpless, had to take the card, perfunctory smile, looked up.

Look through the cards one by one, and there is a sentence on each card. For example, the stack of cards in her hand now says the following:

hey, how are you? Beautiful time.

The second one says:

the life we once agreed is engraved there. It has become a habit to love you!

The third one:

remembering the past, the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers

the fourth one:

I love you as before, in an instant and forever.

Continue to read one by one, a picture with a sentence:

all I have is the time with you, the memory.

I still have your beautiful wedding moment. Have you forgotten it?

Entering the palace of marriage with you is my lifelong wish.

If you forget me, I'm willing to wait -

why there are so many? Huo Zhi roughly counted and counted about 30 cards, all of which can be obtained by consuming fruit drinks. Does Xiaoxiao come to the gallery to consume fruit drinks a month? No wonder she is not in the store many times.

"Isn't the boss beautiful?" Xiaoxiao holds her cheek and stares at the distance. It seems that there is poetry in the distance and the love she expects.

"Smile, wake up, you are really a spoony girl!"

"Boss, next time you come with me to have a fruit drink, EH - it's very delicious, very different from the ordinary fruit drink."

"Well, it's not only juice that Xiaoxiao drinks, but also beautiful love and beautiful pictures derived from infinite space."

"Boss, you - it's not fun at all. You're not old, but you don't believe in love anymore. It's irritating."

Xiaoxiao was annoyed when a car stopped outside the gallery.

A car stopped, and out of it came a man in his fifties, heading for the gallery.

Huo Zhi saw, from the car to the man's clothes, estimated that it was the person who ordered many small fresh paintings. At the moment, she just wanted to sigh, this man, like small fresh? It's really - I'm old.

"Excuse me, is the boss there?" The man came in and asked.

Huo Zhi immediately stood up, "Hello, I am."

The man immediately laughed, "Hello, I'm introduced by Mr. Gu. After seeing the boss's paintings several times, I like xiaoqingxin best, so this time - I want to buy another batch."

Xiaoxiao suddenly realized: "Mr. Gu, it's Gu -- Gu --" it seems to be too surprised to say.

"Yes, it's Gu Junqing, a famous person in Qingcheng!" The man's speech is very elegant.

Huo Zhi is not as surprised as Xiaoxiao, but a little disappointed. As a painter, she hopes to be recognized by strangers rather than introduced by related users.

"Seriously, sir, don't you think about it any more? Or you don't know my painting style. Maybe my painting is not suitable for me. " She gently reminded him that he could not say that his paintings were not good enough to smash his signboard.

But the old man said firmly, "no, actually it's my boss. He likes your painting style better. So, thank you, boss. There are 16 paintings in total, which are used by the boss to hang in the corridor of the company or in the boss's office. In addition, as for the price, please rest assured. I will not lose your friendship with boss Gu. "Businessman, now he is a businessman, people in the river, must have money, Huo Zhi smile for his false high and laugh.

"Never mind. I'll try my best." Huo Zhi calculated, sixteen paintings, the time limit is a month, don't hurry, little fresh is not freehand painting, the demand for inspiration is not high.

"That I leave, we - cooperation happy" man stretched out his hand, Huo Zhi light grip.

In the afternoon, Huo Zhi is addicted to the world of painting. Xiaoxiao is still noisy in her ears at first, and then gradually quiets down. In the world of color, Huo Zhi is totally unaware of where Xiaoxiao is and what she is doing.

Draw quietly and trace gently until Huo Zhi wakes up with a sound. Looking back, Xiaoxiao is also a little frightened. What is falling down heavily and makes a sound. They get up and look around together.

At the door, a thick object fell from a painting and landed on the jade cabbage.

"Smile, don't be afraid, normal natural sound." Huo Zhi picked up the rag to go over, want to wipe off the sticky on the jade cabbage, approached, found that the sticky liquid is red, surprised, that red like blood like a steady stream.

"Ah, ah" Xiaoxiao screamed like a frightened kitten, "blood, it's blood, boss!"

They follow the red liquid to look up, but it is the painting named time. On the picture, she is wearing a light yellow skirt, braided hair, wearing a beautiful hat, sniffing the position of the flower fragrance, and dripping out the bright red liquid between her delicate nose and red lips.

"Boss, I'm so scared! Is it a ghost? " Smile trembling fingers, but hide to Huo Zhi behind, seek protection, no reason to very distressed in front of this little girl.

"It's OK, it's OK, it's just some people's boring pranks." the tone is as usual.

Snow doll, inexplicable message, SMS, wechat, snake, she was trained into a pair of iron wall spider female Xiake.

All of a sudden, a piece of paper fell from the back of the painting. It was like that Wukong was pressed under the five elements mountain, and Tang Monk passed by and picked up the post from heaven.

When waiting to pick up, Huo Zhi is also frightened by the picture.

Many of the marks on the baby girl's face are red.

Dizzy, head blank, the same baby girl, the same bloody look.

Huo Zhi's head hummed.

"Boss, look here. There's more here!" Smile and shout out: "you should guard your Gu Junqing well and do it yourself."

"Smile, don't look. Did anyone come when I was painting?" Huo Zhi calms her mind.

"No - no! I was just bored, and the boss was busy with painting, so I was lazy and fell asleep for a while Xiaoxiao suddenly blushed and was lazy under the boss's eyes. She was also asked who could be put off. Fortunately, her boss was very kind and didn't mean to be angry.

"Smile, dare you take off this painting with me?"

"What -- what -- want -- pick -- pick a picture?" Smile, face white.

"Well - if you don't dare - I'll do it myself." Huo Zhi said that she moved the wooden ladder to store large paintings for drying. Now it seems to be a climbing tool.

Take down the painting smartly, and keep the red liquid, but there is no half silk and half bloody taste, but red pigment. The trick of pretending to be supernatural and playing tricks is still - it's OK. There is a remote control with an electronic switch in the back. When it is turned on, it is heated, and the red pigment is heated to form liquid. When it drops, it becomes the appearance of blood.

"Boss, you are a real woman!" Smile face again for joy.

"There is no ghost in the world, but people are more terrible than ghosts." Huo Zhi fixed her eyes on it and laughed. She wanted to talk but stopped. She finally gave up what she wanted to ask and express, and some things she didn't say well.

Laughing, skipping, cleaning the scene, the bright smile reappeared in the face.

Huo Zhi like nothing happened in general, continue to concentrate on painting.

She doesn't know when she has exercised such a strong heart. Is it too many things recently? Or is that what it is?