My years as a menswear boss

Dantès was taken aback by the huge "rock" that Jiqiu bought back, "Simon, don't buy some strange things home!"

"Father, Ali is not a strange thing." Jiqiu gave Dantès a disapproving look, and she introduced the tall black slave beside her seriously, "He is the servant I bought for Xiaojuzi."

"Huh?" Dantès met the face of Little Orange in Ali's hand, and nodded thoughtfully, "It has been not very peaceful recently, and it really needs someone to watch it."

Little Juzi got her own cat climbing frame, and often lay on Ali's head and looked down on them. This move brought a very happy feeling to the little cat. It finally no longer worried about being suddenly attacked by the little master. Kiss raised high.It blinked its clear blue eyes aloofly.

"Ali." Jiqiu coughed softly, reaching out to the black slave.

Ali stretched out his arms obediently, and took the orange-white cat off his head and put it in the boy's hand.

When Jiqiu took over the kitten, it was a ruthless rub. She likes to force the kitten the most. After rubbing enough, she handed it over to Ali, and continued to study her painting skills.

Finding an exclusive servant for Xiaojuzi is the thing she does not regret the most. At least Jiqiu can finish a painting with peace of mind now, without worrying about being hindered by cats.

Ali is a very professional excrement shoveler. Any part of his body can be turned into a playground for Xiaojuzi.

"You remember to cut Xiaojuzi's nails frequently." Jiqiu noticed that the fat cat crawled on Ali, and the clipped claws sank deep into his flesh. She felt very painful when she saw it.

"I will, young master." Ali's voice was muffled, his eyes were clear and bright, even after being abused, there was still no trace of haze.

Because Ali is too big, he will always cause giant phobia. Even if he stands there without moving, he will give people a sense of oppression, although he is a very gentle and soft person.

Jiqiu stood in front of the window, painting the green scenery outside the window stroke by stroke with a brush. She still adopted her own style and did not use the realistic painting style. She looked focused and serious, completely immersing herself in the painting inside.

Dantès felt that his son's paintings were becoming more and more incomprehensible. He took the painting away from him and looked at it for a long time before uttering, "This is... the grove behind the castle?"

"Yes, is it hard to see?" Jiqiu nodded. She noticed Dantès's expression. Anyway, she was blind and didn't care about her guardian's opinion.

"No, I think your painting skills have surpassed the limitations of this era, and ordinary people may not be able to understand such a profound art."

Dantès watched Jiqiu's face carefully, and the thoughts in his heart made several turns to his lips.

He wanted to euphemistically express that his son's painting was too weird. He didn't understand why the tree was not pure green, but mixed with blue and orange, and why the river was light purple. After all, there is no word abstraction yet, let alone The emergence of abstract art.

Jiqiu lowered her head and pondered for a while, then nodded seriously. Now she is no longer satisfied with showing her works to her family. She wants more people to like her paintings and hopes to open her own art exhibition.

"...My son, you are still young, maybe your style will be accepted by the public in a few years." Dantès laughed a few times, trying to make amends.

"You're right, Dad, I'm too impatient." Jiqiu nodded in agreement, "I should use the current popular painting style to create a reputation first, and then promote my personal style, then I won't be a blind person. He is not a child who paints, but a painter who is unique.”

Jiqiu's basic painting skills are very solid, coupled with her so many lifetimes of tempering, her comprehension ability has already surpassed others by a large margin, even if she uses the realistic painting style, she can still draw.

She soaked herself in the studio for two full days, even the food was brought in by the servants.

Jiqiu adjusts the colors on the palette that are exactly the same as the naked eye. She carefully outlines the outline of the characters and depicts every texture of the characters' facial tissues.

After finishing the last business deal, Dantès handed over his coat to the servant beside him, "Where is the young master?"

"He's still in the studio, don't let anyone disturb him." Jacob replied.

"These three days?" Dantès frowned, he was a little worried about his son's condition, and strode towards the studio.

"We tried to persuade the young master to come out for a walk, but he refused all of them. He didn't even want to see his beloved kitten."

Jacob looked bitter. He was caught between the earl and the lord. The earl was his master, and the lord was the son of the earl. If the lord was unhappy, the earl would still attack him.

Dantès noticed the big man sitting on the ground at the door of the studio, "Ali, is your little master still inside?"

"Yes, master." Ali stood up holding the little orange in his arms. He wanted the young master to see his kitten. Recently, he taught the little orange to shake hands with others.

"Go and open the door!" Dantès looked stern. If the young man wanted to fulfill his so-called art at the expense of his health, then he would definitely intervene.

The door was pushed open vigorously, Ji Qiu turned his head in dissatisfaction, and was shocked to find that the door of the studio was crowded with people, "Did something happen?"

Just as Dantès was about to reprimand him, he saw the half-human oil painting behind the young man, "This is it."

The one in the painting is Dantès himself. He is sitting on an office chair, wearing a gorgeous robe, looking straight ahead with a gentle expression. What surprised him most is that the small scars on his face are all drawn out. It's like facing a mirror.

It is enough to prove that the painter's intentions bring a warm feeling to the painting. The background color is no longer the pure paint before Jiqiu, but the warm tone that has been adjusted on the palette for a long time.

"It's just... amazing." Jacob covered his mouth in surprise. It's not like he hasn't seen the works drawn by the little master before, but he never took it seriously, and only regarded it as a teenager's graffiti.

"Some details are not yet in place, I still need some time." Jiqiu threw the paintbrush in his hand into the tin bucket not far away, where there were already many paintbrushes of different thicknesses, and the color of the water had changed. turbid.

"Your teacher is right, you are more talented than I imagined." Dantès hugged the young boy tightly, regardless of the wet paint on her body, "I love you, son."

Jiqiu was thrown on the face by this strong and straightforward love, and his expression became confused, what happened to Dantès, why did he say that suddenly? !

However, the act of soaking in the studio for a long time still drew strong condemnation from the man. After returning to Monte Cristo, he fitted the studio with a lock and handed over the key to Jacob for safekeeping, ensuring that the studio was only open to Jiqiu in the afternoon every day. , when it was time to go to bed at night, Dantès would personally lift her collar and force her to sleep.

The working time of the studio was shortened, and Jiqiu had to go out with the drawing board on his back to find inspiration.

Over time, she began to be dissatisfied with spending a lot of time walking.You have to ask why she doesn't take a carriage, because in Jiqiu's subconscious mind, riding a carriage is considered to be for business, and she often misses the beautiful scenery on the road.

"I need a means of transportation." Jiqiu said to Dantès, she wanted a man to buy her a pony, and getting along with Daniel in her previous life made her have a great affection for horses, and thought that these Ma'er is human and handsome.She still has the opportunity to grow up with a pony in her life.

Dantès glanced at Jacob who was beside him, and the latter immediately patted his chest, indicating that the matter was on him.

Two days later, Jiqiu stared at the creature in front of him with a serious expression...

a donkey.

A sleek little donkey.

"咴咴~~~" The little donkey tugged at the hemp rope tied around his neck, and kicked his little hoof uneasily.

"Is this the mount you found?" Jiqiu asked Jacob beside him.

"Yes, master. I heard from the donkey seller that it is the most docile of all the cubs, and it is very clingy." Jacob smiled like a flower.

"Oh, I thought you'd buy me a horse." Jiqiu twitched the corners of his mouth, and put his hand on the little donkey's dark head and touched it, and the little donkey gently arched her head with it. palm of the hand.

Jacob opened his mouth into an 'o' shape, and he shook his head desperately, "Most horses are very fierce. If you fall off the horse, the master will definitely take my skin off."

"And...you should at least grow a little longer."

Jiqiu rubbed his head, "You don't need to say the last sentence."

She gave the little donkey to Ali, and decided that if she raised any small animals, Ali would take care of them.

Ali Doudou's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands on his clothes, and then took the leash from Jiqiu's hand, "It's so small, did it just leave mother?"

Jiqiu estimated the size of the little donkey, "Probably? Maybe three months."

Ali reached out and touched the little donkey's neck tentatively, "Master, have you named it yet?"

"Name?" Jiqiu looked at the dark little donkey in front of him, and thought of the plum that he had just eaten this morning, plus it was quite handsome, "Let's call it Little Plum, it just happens to be a good brother with Little Orange."

Ali carefully led the little donkey for a few steps, saying that he wanted to find some grain and grass to feed it.

In this way, Jiqiu got her first mount. When she was sketching, she rode a little donkey around, traveled all over Monte Cristo, and even took Lizi with her when she went out to play.

The count was very satisfied with Jacob's choice, and rewarded him with a tip. The little cub was riding a little donkey, which made Dantès' heart soften.

After the arrival of Little Lizi, Little Orange fell out of favor completely, but it was a great thing for the little cat, and there were no rude human beings looking for it every day.

Jiqiu hugged the little donkey and rubbed it in her arms for a while, but Xiao Lizi would just stay in her arms obediently, like a plush toy.