I was as innocent as you

During this trip to Northern Europe, the boss took a lot of photos.

He even took a rare group photo of Zhai Yanghao and Qu Shen, which was taken in a church, with the two sitting on the same chair.Zhai Yanghao looked bored, sat upright, leaned forward, his eyes were serious, and his expression was rigid, as if he was going to get up and leave at any time.Qu Shen was next to him, hunched slightly, nestled in the chair, with his face slightly sideways, his eyes seemed to be dreaming, and there were indescribable emotions and colors flowing on his expressionless face.

The boss turned over and over again, this one is the most proud.He captured the huge gap between these two people in an instant.

After Zhai Yanghao returned to China, he was busy again.Qu Shen also locked himself in the studio day and night.After half a month like this, the two ran into each other once when they went home.Zhai Yanghao saw that Qu Shen's hair had also grown, and the beard on his lips had also grown. He became thinner, his trouser waist was wider, and he looked sloppy and down-to-earth.But even so, Qu Shen was still good-looking in his eyes, Zhai Yanghao couldn't hold back immediately with his lazy appearance, he rushed forward to bully him, and coaxed him all night.When I got up in the morning, I insisted on holding his face in front of the mirror, shaved him cleanly, told him that I had finished another project, and when I talked about my pride, my eyebrows were beaming.

There was a faint smile on Qu Shen's face.

"Draw a picture for me," Zhai Yanghao said, "Just treat it as a great gift for me to back up."

"How can I send out my paintings?" Qu Shen said in a low voice, "I don't know how to paint the sun rising in the east and the house full of gold and jade."

"I didn't say that," Zhai Yanghao laughed angrily, "The wife of the person in charge of the other project is an art dealer, and she has artistic taste."

"I have no artistic taste." Qu Shen half closed his eyes.

Zhai Yanghao had nothing to do with him, he patted his face, and brushed his hair nostalgicly.

"It's almost time to go." Qu Shen urged, opening his eyes.

Zhai Yanghao sent Qu Shen to the studio, and made an appointment with him that he would pick him up no matter how late at night, and he could no longer be allowed to live in such a mess.

Qu Shen agreed blankly, but when he arrived at the studio, he couldn't calm down for a long time.He drew a few strokes casually, finally dropped the paintbrush, moved a chair, blocked the studio door, and sat there.

He has always been a person who doesn't care much about planning, and often does things according to his mood.This is not because he is sloppy, but because the matter related to painting has frustrated him too many times. No matter how hard he tries, the result is not satisfactory.From his personal point of view, he is still far away from a work that satisfies him. From a practical point of view, he can barely support himself at present.To a certain extent, this reality has surpassed his ability to bear.He refuses to plan for the future, avoiding the panic that comes with it.

Zhai Yanghao was beside him, which was a stark contrast.The guy lived in a world that required constant planning, and he planned well, moving forward and earning realistic rewards.At such moments, Qu Shen is happy for him, but it is even more difficult to suppress the fear in his heart, and it is even more difficult to face himself.

It is precisely because of Zhai Yanghao's support that he can continue to paint like this willfully, and he can refuse to look at it if he can't see the future.When Zhai Yanghao followed him, he pampered himself even more. Now, he was almost afraid that Zhai Yanghao would leave his life.Once Zhai Yanghao left, he probably would have nothing but a job to make ends meet.He expected too much that he could draw truly good works, and that he could express himself sincerely, but this expectation could not be realized for a long time, and he was gradually disappointed.He would think that perhaps it would be futile to spend his whole life, and at most he could only expect posthumous appreciation.

He seems to have accepted this fate, staying in a studio forever, pouring out his heart and soul, but getting nothing, as if locked in a cage, through a window, watching his relatives leave, watching his peers Going far, I still stay where I am, no matter how hard I struggle, I can't move.

Such a life would make him feel almost hopeless, but he was willing.

It's not that he doesn't love fame and wealth, he also has vanity.All his efforts will leave no mark in this world where only appearances can be seen, and he will feel injustice and aggrieved.But if you want to talk about what God has given him, God has given him many miraculous encounters, so that he is still painting today, and he still doesn't have to give up.

Even though he is a mediocre painter who knows no luck or misfortune, painting is his only talent.

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This chapter is too short?It doesn't matter, anyway, there are more chapters~~~