Romance heroine just wants to do a career

Chapter 384 Morbid Love (29)

"Sister, do you believe I can do it?"

The boy raised his eyes and asked her.

"Of course I believe in you, but if you take over the project as soon as you go, I am worried that you will be under too much pressure. After all, you still have studies to complete. In just two days on the weekend, you have to do so many things. Would you be a little eager for success? .”

"No, I will do well. As long as my sister believes in me, then what do I have to be afraid of?"

Hearing Xuan Zi's caring words, the boy smiled and rolled his eyes.

"That's good."

Xuan Zi nodded to him.

Zhong Shanwen looked at them flirting blankly.

He finally understood that this was not his illusion at all.

The relationship between these two people is only a layer of window paper can be pierced.

"Okay, then it's settled, Jing Mo, you will come to the group to work on weekends from now on, I will give you my assistant, let him accompany you, and teach you how to work."

Zhong Shanwen said in a deep voice.

After separating from Zhong Shanwen and the others, Xuan Zi said to Bo Jingmo in the car, "If you have any difficulties at work in the future, you can also call me and ask. As long as I have time, I will help you."

"Sister, what do you mean, you won't go to work in the group now? But haven't you resigned yet?"

Bao Jingmo was stunned.

"There are people from Uncle Zhong in the group, so there won't be any troubles. The main reason is that Mr. Huang Zhong is going to hold an art exhibition, and my paintings will also be exhibited, so I should always help him by his side in the future. For work, on the group side, I should seldom go back, and the most thing I do is video conferencing.

Xuan Zi explained, and continued: "By the way, Jing Mo, do you still remember the picture I drew for you?"

"of course I remember."

When Cui Jingmo thought about how the painting was drawn, his ears turned slightly red unconsciously.

"Just remember it. My teacher took a fancy to that painting and wanted to exhibit it. Do you have any objections? After all, the painting is you."

Xuan Zi asked.

"I do not mind."

Bao Jingmo pursed his lips and looked at her, "Sister draws so well, she shouldn't be buried, and I hope to be seen by more people."

"Okay, thank you for your understanding."

Xuan Zi happily rubbed his head.

Bao Jingmo raised his face and carefully observed the subtle expressions in her eyes.

She is really happy.

His gaze continued to move down and landed on Xuan Zi's red lips. Her lips looked very soft, like jelly, making people want to bite.

"What? What are you looking at? Is there something dirty on my face?"

Xuan Zi sensitively noticed his scrutinizing gaze, turned her face slightly and asked.

"No, my sister's face is very clean, but - I'm a little hungry."

Bao Jingmo lowered his eyes.

hungry?

Xuan Zi looked at him suspiciously.

How does it feel weird.

Didn't they finish their meal not long ago?
It's only been less than two hours, so I'm hungry so quickly.

Is the digestive function of young people so good now?

Obviously, their physical ages are only three years apart.

After obtaining Cui Jingmo's consent, Xuan Zi told Huang Zhong that the paintings could be exhibited, and since then she has finalized the ten paintings she will exhibit.

After that, she stayed in Huang Zhong and Ke Zhen's small building.

Huang Zhong will select one hundred of his paintings to participate in the exhibition. He invited Xuan Zi to help him complete the selection of paintings. Painting, so that she can maintain a sense of painting at any time.

The homework he left for Xuan Zi this day was to "go home".

Xuan Zi took the painting tools and went to the studio on the second floor to paint.

Xuan Zi looked at the blank drawing paper, thinking about what to draw in her mind.

The theme of "going home" is not difficult to be honest, but it is not easy to draw well.

What to draw?

Xuan Zi pondered for a while, and suddenly inspiration flashed by, and she immediately determined the content of the painting.

So she began to pick up the brush and paint seriously.

Sitting like this for several hours, Xuan Zi was immersed in painting without feeling the passage of time at all.

She didn't put down the brush until she finished the last stroke. Only then did she feel that her neck and arms were sore.

Just as he was about to move his body, he noticed a man standing at the door.

The man was wearing an off-white windbreaker and a scarf. He looked in his 30s, and looked refined.

Xuan Zi recognized this person immediately.

This is Mr. Liu Yutao, who has become famous in the Chinese painting circle in recent years, that is, her senior brother.

"Sorry, didn't bother you, did I?"

Liu Yutao reluctantly looked away from her easel.

"No, I've already drawn it."

Xuan Zi said.

"Then can I have a look?"

Liu Yutao stepped forward and asked.

"of course can."

Liu Yutao focused on the paintings on the easel.

Because he had just finished painting, the paint was not dry yet. He carefully touched the edge of the easel, lowered his head and carefully looked at the painting inch by inch, as if he was not looking at the painting, but at himself. spouse.

Instead, Xuan Zi was secretly surprised.

As expected, Liu Yutao was a painting idiot as rumored.

After a long time, he finally finished reading the painting, raised his head, and said to Xuan Zi: "Sorry, your painting is so good, so I couldn't help but look at it for a while."

"It doesn't matter, you can watch it for as long as you want."

Xuan Zi said indifferently.

"Thank you, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Liu Yutao. Are you the little junior sister that the teacher said?"

Liu Yutao suddenly remembered that Huang Zhong had accepted a closed disciple, and immediately thought of Xuan Zi.

"Yes, hello Senior Brother Liu, my name is Chu Xuanzi."

"Okay, then I'll call you Xuan Zi, Xuan Zi, can you tell me what you were thinking when you drew this picture?"

Seeing that Liu Yutao is still inseparable from the painting in three words.

Xuan Zi found out that this person really loves painting.

For a while, she was a little impressed.

No wonder, he was able to become Huang Zhong's first closed disciple, so his enthusiasm for painting is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Xuan Zi looked at her painting.

Dim lights, a corner of the hut, a few pieces of furniture in the hut, a grey-haired old man with a hunched body sitting on the sofa, looking at something in the distance, and the calendar on the wall shows "New Year's Eve" First day of junior high school", there was a cat lying on the ground sleepily.

This is a painting that looks very simple.

There are few characters or scenery, but it gives people an indescribable loneliness for no reason.

Even though it was the first day of the new year, there was still only the old man and a cat in the house.

The old man's children are nowhere to be found.

Is it because he was busy with work and didn't come back, or he is no longer alive, leaving people with infinite reverie.

(End of this chapter)