The world is full of evil towards me

— Mr. Xe.

Tang Qi sent a photo.

He took a selfie with his tongue out, even such a mischievous expression couldn't block his originally gorgeous face, but the focus was not on Tang Qi's face, but the back that took up one-third of the photo.

The figure with his back on his back is drawing, and from the painting on the drawing board exposed opposite, it can be seen that the other party is about to finish the work.

"...This is..." Shen Qianhe stared at the person who was drawing in the photo, and felt that the person looked familiar.

The phone vibrated, it was Tang Qi's next message.

Tang Qi: Guess who he is~

Shen Qianhe frowned. Tang Qi's sending this message must mean that Shen Qianhe knew about the existence of this person, but Shen Qianhe just couldn't remember who it was.

Shen Qianhe: ...Who is it?

Tang Qi snickered with his mobile phone, it was very rare for Shen Qianhe to reply to his message, just now the person who only showed his back in the photo turned his head with his messy hair, and saw Tang Qi looking down at his mobile phone and smiling like Like a primary school student.

His dark circles are very heavy, and now he is painting for work, and he has not slept for two days, and this studio was created by Tang Qi, and he is just one of the employees of this studio.

If people from the outside know that Xe, a new artist who has become popular in the art world in recent years and has developed his own style, just thinks that he is a staff member in a studio, they will not know whether to laugh or cry.

But people from the outside world don’t know it. After all, Xe is relatively mysterious. Few people know about Xe in private. You must know that every work of Xe can be auctioned for a good price. Who would have thought that he would sign a contract with a What about a small studio?

Although Tang Qi is the boss, he rarely comes here. I don't know what he is doing here today. Are you here to play with your mobile phone?

"Boss, can you not block the light here?" Xe's original name is Lan Juzi, and he was ridiculed as a rotten orange since he was a child. This Xe just wanted to express his boring protest. Even if it is an orange, he is a tall plus No. Tangerine!

That's right, this X means a plus sign, expressing that I am a big orange, not a mysterious orange as the outside world says.

He opened Weibo because he joined Tang Qi's studio, which was named after his Xe. People who didn't know it thought the boss was Lan Juzi.After opening Weibo, the studio's publicity cost was reduced by a fraction. Although Tang Qi said that he didn't need to help him save money, Lan Juzi said that he could help with publicity, but as for the advertising fee, Tang Qi, as the boss, still had to pay for it. given.

Whenever at this time, Tang Qi would say to Lan Juzi, who can earn at least seven figures for a piece of work: "Poor ghost."

Lan Juzi said that if this sentence can be exchanged for more money, please come and come violently.

In the past, he had been chasing his dreams, chasing his stomach to death, but of course it wasn't that he didn't want to eat on time, it's just that art really burned money, and when he didn't make a fortune, he often had a miserable meal without a meal.

It's really sad to have no parents, and he really wants to grow old.

No matter how much Lan Juzi loves money, he is still an artist who loves to paint. Of course, whenever Tang Qi sees Lan Juzi falling into a world of narcissism, he always smiles brightly, and his rosy lips will open and touch Touch, softly: "Spicy chicken."

That's right, this is how Tang Qi and Lan Juzi get along.

"I'm talking to your fans." Tang Qi is standing right now where the lampshade is just blocked, so Lan Juzi's drawing is a bit lacking in light. Now there is no sunlight at night, okay?

"Who is it?" Lan Juzi saw that Tang Qi was unwilling to walk away, so he had no choice but to lift the easel up and put it in a place where the light was not blocked, and then continued to draw.Who made Tang Qi the boss.

He will open a new exhibition in two weeks, but one of them is not satisfied no matter how he draws it, so he is still rushing to work on it.

"That boy you helped me draw a few years ago." Tang Qi leaned on the table beside him, clicking on the screen with his fingers.

Tang Qi: The person you like~

Shen Qianhe was a little speechless when he saw the message sent by Tang Qi. After all, Tang Qi always liked to say some ambiguous words, which made him get used to it, but what does this person he likes mean?

Lan Juzi stopped what she was doing, "The kid named Shen Qianhe?"

"You still remember his name."

How could Lan Juzi not remember.

Three years ago, he finally graduated from the Academy of Art on and off, but he was still a poor art student after graduation. After all, the Academy of Art he was in was not a high school, and he wanted to find a job where he could paint freely, but he couldn’t find it. At that time He painted portraits of people on the side of the road, the kind that cost ten yuan a piece.

You know, it took him almost five or six years to study at the Academy of Art, and the tuition fees were paid intermittently. The money was earned by doing odd jobs by himself. To support himself, but he knows nothing but painting, so he can only continue to set up a stall.It's not that the business is good every day, so it's common for him to be hungry often.

Then Tang Qi appeared. Originally, Tang Qi was just passing by, but for some reason, Tang Qi seemed to have thought of something at that time, so he sat on the small stool in front of Lanjuzi’s stall. Sitting on the small plastic stool in front of her made her feel tall and tall, which surprised Lan Juzi, who almost wanted to say "please be my model" on the spot.

However, he came to find Lan Juzi to paint.

"I'll give you 200 yuan, and I'll finish a painting in these two days." Tang Qi took out his phone, opened his photo album, and showed Lan Juzi the personal photo of Shen Qianhe who came from somewhere, "Draw him."

Lan Juzi was dumbfounded when she saw the photo.

He met Shen Qianhe a few years ago. At that time, Shen Qianhe was still a primary school student. If he was just a simple primary school student, of course he would not have such a deep impression, but Lan Juzi couldn't help but forget that time.

At that time, he was staying in a dilapidated rental house. At that time, he had just been in college for two years. Because the school dormitory was more expensive than renting outside, he could only rent out a small house of 200 yuan a month.

Just by listening to the price, you can tell how bad the condition of the house will be.

Lan Juzi's rental house is next to an elementary school. The rent shouldn't be so low, but this rental house is already close to a dilapidated building, and he lives on the seventh floor, which is the most dangerous.And this dilapidated building is very close to the primary school, and you can usually see the faces of the children reciting when you lower your head from the window.

From this window, you can see the roof of the primary school.

Shen Qianhe was on the top at that time, with another child——

That was Lan Juzi, an unforgettable memory that she never said.

Then he drew a portrait of Shen Qianhe after he strengthened his understanding of Shen Qianhe through Tang Qi's description.At that time, he no longer lived in that dilapidated house, because the dangerous building was surrounded.

"He likes my work?" Lan Juzi simply put down the brush and walked to Tang Qi's side.Lan Juzi will follow Tang Qi because that year, Tang Qi gave Shen Qianhe his portrait as a birthday present and found him again, and told him that he would hold an art exhibition for him, and asked him if he would follow him .

Lan Juzi agreed.

His history, at that moment, changed.

Then Lan Juzi also knew from Tang Qi's expression that maybe Lan Juzi's first step towards success was a word from Shen Qianhe.

Lan Juzi guessed right.

【Shen Qianhe: "Is this painting meant for me?"

Tang Qi: "Who said it was given to you, just for you to see. Do you want to know this painter?"

Shen Qianhe: "Yes, I want to get to know you."]

It was because of what Shen Qianhe said that I want to know that Tang Qi went back to look for Lan Juzi.

Shen Qianhe was a little upset looking at the phone, Tang Qi just liked to tease him, and he didn't give him an answer right away because he cared.

Unexpectedly, he received a voice message after a while.

Tang Qi: [Hello, I'm Lan Juzi, that's Xe, what you see is me. ]

Xe! ! ?

Shen Qianhe straightened up and listened to the voice again. The voice was indeed not Tang Qi's, but he was not sure if Tang Qi was looking for someone to tease him, but the next sentence made him stiff.

Tang Qi: [Actually, I always remember you. What happened on the roof of Amano Elementary School seven years ago surprised me for a long time. I didn’t expect the world to be so small. Can I go to you and ask about the situation at that time? ]

Lan Juzi just wanted to know what the real situation was like, maybe it could give him new inspiration, but she didn't think too much about it.

Why would Shen Qianhe be on the rooftop with that kid, and...

Shen Qianhe had no expression on his face, but his hands were trembling.

Why would Xe know about that matter?

How much does he know?

Unexpectedly, among the very few bad things that I remembered in my short life, I was actually witnessed.

It's really... scary.

"What are you talking about?" Tang Qi looked at Lan Juzi suspiciously, Lan Juzi's expression was very calm now, he knew that his words might have some influence on Shen Qianhe, but I'm sorry, it's rare to be able to meet directly For the mystery he didn't know, Shen Qianhe could only be wronged.

"I'll tell you after my classmate Qianhe and I confirm." Shen Qianhe will come to the imperial capital soon. After Lan Juzi gave Shen Qianhe her contact information, she handed her phone back to Tang Qi, and continued to go back his unfinished work.

Let's talk about everything after Shen Qianhe comes.

Tang Qi looked at the default avatar in Shen Qianhe's WeChat, and his eyes sank, a little dim.