I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

Coming out of Haojing, Guan Ling took the key and took a taxi directly to a gallery.

The exhibition hall is still the same as what I saw last time. The traces of malicious smearing on the wall are still there, and the residual paintings are still hanging on the wall. Guan Ling put away all the residual paintings on the wall and put them together before taking them out. Take the key and go upstairs to the office.

It is said to be an office, but it is actually much more spacious than an ordinary office, and it is more like a simple studio. Sometimes I am too tired to create, so I just squat on the sofa against the wall for a while, and sometimes I just squint for a night.

Guan Ling took the key and opened the door, the desk and sofa inside were still there, and even the pot of prickly pear on the desk was still growing well, as if he was just on a business trip.

People are always like this, when they enter a familiar environment and see familiar things, they can't help but look back to the past. The past flashed before Guan Ling's eyes one by one like a marquee, but when I think about it now, my mood is the same as when I just woke up. It was completely different back then.

But in just over a week, the table was already covered with a thin layer of dust, Guan Ling couldn't help but reached out and touched it, leaving a clear fingerprint on the pitch-black table.

Guan Ling glanced at the drawer under the desk, and he remembered that he was preparing for an art exhibition before his accident. As the organizer, he naturally wanted to put his works on it. Guan Ling remembered that he had painted several paintings at that time, and he had not had time to exhibit them. He was followed by Zhou Chong as soon as he came out.

After finding the key and opening the drawer, the few paintings that hadn't had time to be framed were lying quietly in it. Guan Ling took them out one by one, more regret than sadness.

He gave them life, and before he could show them to the world, he could only lock them in a drawer and collect dust.

In the drawer, besides the paintings, there are pens, sketchbooks and some small ornaments that he used. He found a cardboard box in the corner and put them in together with the prickly pear on the table. He has to take all the things he likes.

After packing almost everything, Guan Ling took a taxi back to the shop.

The store was still deserted. When Guan Ling walked in with the suitcase in his arms, he saw that there was no one sitting at the counter. He was wondering, when he saw Zhang Ping wearing a colorful apron poking half of her head out from the side aisle next to her. He shouted 'Welcome' in the direction of the door without raising his head.

Guan Ling raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Ping poked her head out again when she heard the voice, with a sad expression on her face, "It's you."

Guan Ling had been Liang Ze's grandson for a while in the morning, and now she wanted to get the place back in front of Zhang Ping. Hearing her dissatisfied tone, she couldn't help but put on a line, "Why, even the boss Don't see you anymore?"

"...No," Zhang Ping sighed, "I thought it was a customer."

"Why, are there no customers today?" Guan Ling put the carton on the counter, opened the drawer and took out the account book. Sure enough, there was no money in it. He couldn't help frowning, and turned his head while holding the account book, "There is really no one. ah?"

"The students are on vacation, where can I find someone?" Zhang Ping said angrily.

"What holiday?"

"National Day." Zhang Ping couldn't help but rolled her eyes, "You've had such an innumerable life."

"..." He really didn't pay attention to this.

But being looked down upon by his own employees is a very shameful thing, so Guan Ling planned to get back his face. He cleared his throat with a low cough, "Our customer group is not only students."

"Yeah, and the big sisters and aunts on the other side of the square," Zhang Ping's voice came through a few shelves, "It's been a week, and you haven't been there before, so it's no wonder you have business. .”

This is the truth. Since he woke up again, he has not taken the initiative to take over the business. Shan Liangze's order came to him by himself, but Zhang Ping's words also reminded Guan Ling in a disguised form, because He agreed to Liang Ze's relationship, so he can't "return to his old business" in the near future, but if the store is going to keep running, he can't rely on Liang Ze's source of income alone. He has to think of a way to keep the store running for a long time.

Guan Ling took out the prickly pear and put it on the table, and when he was about to take the rest of the personal belongings in the box upstairs, he couldn't help but glance over at the shelf, "What are you doing?"

"Drawing."

Guan Ling moved a few steps over there curiously, Zhang Ping was really drawing.

Except for the paintings hanging on the walls in the shop, the rest of the paintings are standing on shelves. The shop is not big, so there is only room for two or three rows of shelves. It is convenient for customers to choose paintings.

Zhang Ping set up an easel in the middle of the shelf. Guan Ling approached and glanced at it. The painting was an ink painting, with mountains, streams and pavilions. It seemed that the painting was halfway done. It should have been painted since morning. Sit here and draw.

"Why did you suddenly think of painting?" Guan Ling wondered.

Zhang Ping glanced at him sideways, "It's better to draw two more paintings and sell them instead of gossiping, maybe you can save enough money to go to Australia."

This was what Guan Ling dismissed her before. I didn’t expect this girl to use the original painting to ridicule him. Guan Ling clicked his tongue and patted him on the shoulder, "Good job, the distance between you and your boyfriend is because of your hard work." Another step closer."

Such words of encouragement were of no use to Zhang Ping except to hurt her. She slumped her shoulders and threw the pen and turned to stare at Guan Ling, "Boss, what do you think of me?"

This question came suddenly, Guan Ling didn't think much about it, and said bluntly, "It's pretty good."

"Then you say I can do it with you?"

Guan Ling blinked, "What are you doing?"

"Part-time job." Zhang Ping also blinked, "Being a temporary girlfriend for a handsome guy, accompany him to eat, go shopping, watch movies, play games, etc., I can also pretend to be a loli voice, listen..." After finishing speaking, she said He scratched his neck and cleared his throat, "Wow, my little brother is amazing, my little brother really..."

"Stop!" Guan Ling made a pause gesture, "Forgive me, I'm still young and don't want to be deaf so early."

"Is it that bad?" Zhang Ping frowned.

"It's okay, but it's a bit horrible." Guan Ling saw Zhang Ping's expression changed after speaking, and touched his nose to make amends for himself, "If you really want to go to Australia, I'll lend you first."

Zhang Ping looked at him with disbelief.

"Really," Guan Ling said, "Is [-] enough? It's fine if it's less than [-]. I'm just afraid that it will be difficult for you to pay it back."

Seeing him, Zhang Ping's eyes changed, and she shook her head after a long time, "[-] to [-] is not three to five hundred, just open your mouth to borrow it, and said that you didn't sell your own meat..." Zhang Ping seemed to realize that it was only when he said this. The words were inappropriate, so he quickly stopped and corrected, "Beautiful."

I don't know if the two words came out with some difficulty when the tip of the tongue was spinning or gritted his teeth deliberately, the voice was still so loud that Guan Ling wanted to sigh.

"The annual rent of our store is [-], plus the [-] you just agreed to lend me, and my two months' salary and bonus, it's more than [-]!" Zhang Ping sighed repeatedly, "Sure enough, it's a male customer Rich."

Guan Ling: "...if you borrow money, just pretend I didn't say so."

"Cut, I don't want to borrow it." Zhang Ping picked up the brush again, "I have to rely on my own hands to earn money to go to Australia. I can't even sit on the plane with the borrowed money."

Guan Lingxin said that you can only sell a painting for one or two hundred at most, and the current painting is not good in terms of color matching or composition. Isn't it fantastic to go abroad?

But it was rare for someone to work so hard, and Guan Ling couldn't say anything to hurt people's self-confidence, so he casually said "Come on" and went upstairs with his things.

The original owner's room was too simple, and the long table next to the window had become a basket for him to put his dirty clothes. Guan Ling put the cardboard box on the ground, went to the bathroom to find a towel as a rag, and soaked it After passing the water, I wiped the empty long table several times. The wind blew in from the half-day window, lifted a corner of the beige curtain, and the sunlight shone on the table along that corner.

Guan Ling waited for a few minutes, and after the water stains on the table were dry, he took out the things he brought back from the gallery one by one from the cardboard box, first the prickly prickly pears, and then some decorations on the table, Then there are some brushes that I usually use, and then a few works that have not yet been published...

Guan Ling took them out one by one, and when he came back with the cardboard box in his arms, he didn't realize how many things there were. After putting them all on the table, he realized that his "inheritance" was still quite a lot when he saw the table was covered all over.

When he walked into the studio and saw these familiar objects, his first thought was to bring them back. Now he was laying them out on the chair, looking at the table full of things, a question popped into his head. What are these things doing?

He is no longer that newly promoted and popular painter, not to mention new and popular, he is not even a painter now, so why bring them back?

The more she thought about it, the more irritable she became, Guan Ling couldn't help but frowned. Zhang Ping suddenly picked up the pen 10 minutes ago and said to herself with disdain that she would earn money with her own hands to go to Australia. She is confident and her eyes are firm, as if she has seen a ray of hope in the boring life day after day, and is working hard towards that hope.

Looking back at the paintbrushes and works on the table, Guan Ling couldn't help but clenched his fists. He asked himself in his heart, you finally lived your life again, are you really going to follow the original owner's life trajectory?

While thinking about it, the mobile phone that he put on the table vibrated and sang. Guan Ling's thoughts were dragged back by the loud ringtone. On the screen of his mobile phone, Guan Ling was stunned when he saw the string of numbers on it that were not stored in the phone's address book but were very familiar.

The author has something to say:

The update time is between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-] in the evening.Zhou Zhazha will definitely get the retribution he deserves, but it must not be now. What kind of retribution is the petty official now?What's more, there is still a slag who hasn't appeared yet.Thank you for your support, we will continue tomorrow.