This matter, I have the final say

This is worrying Xu Haodong, he is worried about Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng is almost smelly, his clothes are so dirty that he can't see his original appearance, his good clothes are very dirty, I want to pull him up and change his clothes Fearing that Fang Zheng would lose his temper, he finally fell asleep.

Not knowing what to do, he tied his hands and squatted beside Fang Zheng's bed.

"Fang Zheng, daughter-in-law, take off your clothes and I'll wash them for you."

Fang Zheng covered his head with a pillow.

"Take it off, it's uncomfortable for you to sleep with clothes on."

Boss Fang Zheng sat up dissatisfied and took off his shirt and jeans, left his socks behind, and covered his head with a quilt.

Xu Haodong hurriedly took off his socks, stuffed his feet into the quilt, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and then took the door out.

Why is this sock still the same?

Absolutely made a mistake and got mixed up, where did the rest of the socks go?

Sharp-eyed saw one at the door of Fang Zheng's studio.It's so strange, how does Huahua throw socks?It is said that the artist has a bad temper, and their family's temper is even worse.

The door had already been broken by his kicking, and it was barely repaired, but the door lock couldn't be locked, so Xu Haodong simply went in to see what dirty clothes he still had.

All painters have such a pair of big aprons full of paint, which cannot be washed off.A blanket next to him was thrown on the ground. Sometimes Fang Zheng didn't get used to it very well. When he was tired, he would lie down on the ground, grab it and cover it up. He didn't want to take a few extra steps back to the bedroom.

Wash it and cover it again.

Then I walked to the middle of the studio, looked up and saw Fang Zheng's new painting, Xu Haodong's aesthetics stayed on the fact that the more realistic the painting, the better, Fang Zheng's paintings are so realistic, very real, very specific, and the characters are very It is vivid, as if everyone who looks at the painting can find the feeling of deja vu.

This painting, how should I put it, made Xu Haodong want to cry when he saw it.

It's a very sad feeling.

A silver-haired man with gray sideburns wrapped in a turban, wrinkled eyes, small bloody cuts on his hands, resting his hands on his forehead, looking at the sunset thoughtfully, with a sickly look on his face.

It's Tea Auntie.

The hardships of life made this little old lady older than her peers.

Sunset and Xishan, not only the scenery, but also the people, it can be seen that the old lady is dying soon.

People can't help but think of their mother, thinking about what their mother looks like, she is old, her hair is gray, and her neck is buried in loess.

No matter how I look at it, something is wrong in my heart, and I want to go back to find my mother.

Xu Haodong sat down on the ground, looking at this painting with wet eyes.

A picture, all kinds of sad feelings, I can think of the sentence, the child wants to support but the relative is not there.Depressed mood.

Xu Haodong pondered a question. It is estimated that no one will buy this kind of painting.so sad.If he has money, he will never buy this kind of painting. Isn't this the same poem?Just one ticket.

What does the verse on the ticket say, miss is a stamp, a ticket, a tomb, one inside and one outside?He didn't read much, that's all he could think of.

"It is said that the artist has a mental problem. Fang Zheng is not suffering from depression. How can he paint this kind of thing? It can't be sold for money. Stay at home and appreciate it. It's uncomfortable to look at it. Just participate in this painting. The art exhibition, it’s still not being thrown by the toilet.”

"Drawing some flowers and grass is also more festive and auspicious than this one. Look at the flowers blooming and rich, and everyone does cross-stitch. How wonderful, this, what is he thinking about, oh, yes, he said that when I retreated He talked about Aunt Hongyang Tea, which probably influenced him."

Xu Haodong slapped himself.

"Let you talk nonsense, let's fight for the influencer. Artists are sensitive and easily influenced. In the future, you can only say good things to him, not bad things."

He is not good, he gives Fang Zheng a bad idea, and influences Fang Zheng.

"Is he a little depressed?"

Xu Haodong slapped his thigh, feeling that he had an idea.

"He has a bad relationship with his mother, so, is it reflected in his paintings?"

"When I accompanied him up the mountain that time, he kept looking at the old cemetery. What did he say to lie in it sooner or later? Oh shit!"

Xu Haodong was terrified, stood up quickly, and turned around in a hurry.

"I said why he doesn't talk much and everyone is lazy. So they are all here. What's the matter? Find a psychiatrist to enlighten him? Will it work?"

"No, no, maybe I'm thinking too much, maybe it's just this painting."

Xu Haodong quickly calmed down again, thinking maybe he was thinking too much.Doesn't depression mean that you don't eat or sleep?Fang Zheng ate a lot and slept well!

There were many drawing boards piled up in the corner, and several finished paintings were wrapped in cloth. Xu Haodong stuck his head out, but Fang Zheng didn't come out. According to his habit of sleeping for more than ten hours after being very tired, Fang Zheng would not be very tired. Coincidentally, I got up and found that he was peeking at the painting.

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