The Road Turns White Tonight

Xiao Er is still upset: "Brother gave up the bedroom to you, what else do you want--"

"Secondary, do you think this photo is good?" She asked pointing at the photo.

"Okay, the boss makes it. How can it be bad?"

"Is it just the work of the boss?" You Yan asked.

"That's not true. I don't know much about it, but this stuff looks shocking." Xiao Er yawned.

"Okay, Xiaoer, you are so successful that you can go back to sleep." You Yan laughed.

Before he knew what was going on, he was pushed out again, Xiao Er muttered, and fell back to the sofa.

Zhang Lei twisted her eyebrows and looked at her, but she jumped, and she didn't seem to notice the complexity in his heart.

"Boss, isn't it a pity that the photo exhibition is not open? The press conference is only the opinion of a few people. The photo exhibition is your stage. Only the audience at the show can decide whether you succeed or fail. You see, there are two people here tonight. They all love your work. "

"The shock of Xiao Er said, I think it is because of the different forms of hands, the contrast is strong, it is only the most primitive background, which has brought the strongest visual shock. In my opinion, this is a vicissitudes of the sea, but also the stability of this world These countless hands are not the symbol of a home. No one can do without it. All people are unique, and they add up to the whole world. "

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"So, the boss's work should also be shown to the world." She said, walked to the wall and knocked on the wall.

That light tone made him let go completely, and his heart was more relaxed than ever.

It's just an irrelevant night, just a woman who inadvertently broke into his life, but all the tangles in the past two years, just like the understatement of these words, it seems that he was looking for trouble, and his eyes suddenly stained Some anger, but could not restrain the wonderful trembling.

She looked at him silently and said, "Boss, can you still see my painting?"

His voice was faint: "If your paintings can't be seen, not many artists who have had an exhibition in G City can see them."

"Compared to mom, and him—" she said, stopping suddenly.

This ta, is she or him? If it is him, who is he? The complexity in her eyes made him feel uncomfortable.

You Yan is slow, but not stupid. He taunted himself, and she heard it.

"My mother is very smart, and the shape of things, but a few eyes, you can quickly grasp the characteristics. Her copy is very beautiful very quickly. And I ca n’t remember how much I see, my mother ’s friends, They are also very good painters. They say that an artist is more talented, and they say that I am stupid and have no talent in this regard. "

"My mother looked at an iris in the garden, and I could paint the iris in the garden. I went to see the iris in the garden just to draw one. My mother asked me if I like to paint, I said I like it, and she told me not to be light Say like, if you really like it, you must live up to the like. Failure, but it is a matter of starting again. I will watch it again and again, remember it again and again, and draw it again and again. If it succeeds , My contribution is meaningful, if there is no big progress in the end, there is nothing to regret. "