My years as a menswear boss

Two days later, Jiqiu bought a bunch of sunflowers and took it to visit the address given by Vincent.

She rode a little donkey around and around, and finally came to a conspicuous building, this is a hotel, the walls are painted with yellow paint, and there are spacious roads on both sides.

Jiqiu found the poplar tree Vincent described, she walked up the small dark green door, stood at the door on the second floor and knocked on the door.There was a clanging sound from inside, and the door was opened after a while.

"Are you okay?" Jiqiu looked hesitant when he saw the water stains on Vincent's body.

"I'm fine, come in!" Vincent grabbed the young man's wrist and pulled her in. "Sorry, it's too messy here. I was cleaning it up just now, that's all."

"It's just that the more you tidy up, the more messy it is?" Jiqiu bent down, picked up the overturned pen washing bucket on the ground, and then put the sunflower bouquet in his hand, "I don't know what flowers you like, I only bought sunflowers, I hope you like."

"Oh, thank you, it's so beautiful." Vincent moved the oil painting that was not yet dry on the sofa to one side, and tidied up a place for people to sit, "You can stroll around here, there are coffee and black tea, if you want to drink Want something?"

"Is there any milk?" Jiqiu untied the cloak on his body and put it on the sofa stained with paint, "I like to drink black tea made with milk."

"Your way of drinking tea is a bit similar to our country." Vincent picked up a jug filled with milk, which contained fresh milk that was brewed in the morning. There will be no astringency of tea."

"Really? I don't like the way of Indian milk tea. Their milk tea tastes spicy. Although it can keep out the cold, I only like milk tea with strong milk flavor." Jiqiu watched Vincent take some water from the kettle and start to boil Water ready to make tea.

She walked around in the small two-bedroom and one-living room. All the oil paintings were piled up like wholesale, and some of them even had a hole bitten by a mouse.

"Your milk tea is ready." Vincent called in the living room.

Jiqiu watched him remove the paint on the coffee table, picked up a painting and put it on the coffee table, using it as a teacup mat, "Aren't you afraid of getting the painting dirty?"

"It doesn't matter, I can't sell it anyway." Vincent's voice was a little lonely, and he waved to Jiqiu, "Come and sit."

Jiqiu sat on the sofa, picked up the teacup, and looked at the painting used as a table mat. It was a landscape painting of a Paris park. I don't know which museum it was exhibited in later generations.

"Speaking of which, do you know my name?" Ji Qiu asked after taking a sip of milk tea.

Vincent blinked his pale blue eyes, "What's your name?"

Jiqiu: "."

"My name is Simon Rossi, an Italian painter from Florence." She extended her hand and introduced herself.

Vincent shook hands with Jiqiu, "My name is Vincent Vander, and I am a Dutch painter."

"I've heard your name!" He suddenly realized, his expression a little excited, "I was lucky to see your painting at an auction, it seems to have life, warm and peaceful on the surface, but actually implies murder."

"How...how did you tell?" Jiqiu frowned, it was the first time someone said that her painting was not healing.

"It's just a feeling." Vincent scratched his ginger hair, began to gesture with his hands, and then subconsciously used Dutch.

"So, I thought at the time that this painter must be a person who is good at disguising, he is very charming, and will attract people to approach him.

However, she doesn't take those people to heart. She is dangerous and beautiful, but there is a beast hidden in her heart. "

The smile on the corner of Jiqiu's mouth gradually disappeared. She didn't expect that she could be seen through by others, relying only on a painting, she tightly held the coffee cup in her hand.

After Vincent finished speaking, he showed an embarrassed smile, "It seems that I am too self-righteous. You are a good person who helped me, who has never met me in life. You not only have a noble personality, but also are talented. Mr. Luo Xi's achievements are far from Stop there."

"Simon." Jiqiu put down his teacup and grinned brightly, "Just call me Simon."

A heartfelt smile appeared on Vincent's face, "You can call me Vincent, would you like to read my draft."

Jiqiu took over a stack of charcoal manuscripts from Vincent, and she flipped through them one by one. Only a small part of them was preserved in the museums of various countries in later generations, and most of them disappeared in the long river of history. "I brought Some of the works have come to Paris, would you like to visit my studio?"

"I'm very free recently, I can do it tomorrow!" Vincent said happily.

"But I haven't bought my studio yet." Jiqiu's eyes were dull, she couldn't keep up with the artist's rhythm, and compared with Vander, she was not artistic enough.

Only then did Vincent take a closer look at the young man in front of him. His fair face was still childish. No wonder he was called a little boy by the people in the cafe. His face was a bit tangled, "Are you an adult?"

"I'm done." Jiqiu poured himself another cup of milk tea.

"I thought you were only about 16 years old." Vincent waved his hand, and he wiped off the tea stains on the "table mat" with his sleeve.

Jiqiu looked at Vincent's nonchalant expression, she moved her face closer, "Do you know the color of my eyes?"

Vincent looked up at her, and then continued to clear the table, "The sunflowers you brought are the same color, what's wrong?"

"Don't you think golden eyes are strange? It's like being out of tune with this world." Jiqiu crossed her arms around her chest, and she leaned her back on the sofa.

She thought of a rumor in later generations that Vincent Vander's painting colors are different because he is color blind. It seems that the rumor will only be a rumor in the end.

He is by no means color blind, on the contrary, he is more sensitive to color than ordinary people, just like others can only say gold, instead of using an object as an example.

"Why do you think so? I like your eyes very much. They are clean, bright and full of vitality. They always remind people of beautiful things."

Vincent said seriously, then shrugged his shoulders, "I'm often regarded as a freak, and I'm not welcome anywhere."

"Not necessarily, maybe 100 years later, your work will be accepted by everyone, and everyone is willing to pay a sky-high price for it." Jiqiu pursed his mouth and smiled.

"What are you kidding? I know it's not worth a glass of wine."

Vincent gave her a displeased look, apparently thinking it was an inferior consolation,

"If you put all the freaks in the world together and draw a line between them, put the genius on the left and the madman on the right.

You will find that the number of people between the two is the same. Of course, laymen cannot see the difference between a madman and a genius.Only time will tell. "

Jiqiu lifted the paintings on the table and put them on the table, "When my studio is finished, I will be the first to invite you to visit."

"Then I will feel very honored." Vincent laughed. He felt that the temperament of the young man was becoming more and more mysterious. At first, he looked like a high-ranking nobleman, but after getting along with him, he found that he was more like a person full of stories.

"Speaking of which, are you interested in being my model?" he asked.

Jiqiu looked at Vincent's unshaven face, and rubbed her chin with interest, "If you don't mind, we can draw each other, just like you draw me and you."

"Good idea!" Vincent's eyes lit up, and his brain had an instant inspiration. He quickly took out a charcoal pencil and recorded it on a piece of paper.

Jiqiu noticed that Vincent's draft was text with pictures, but hers was only pictures, "Why do you still need to write?"

"Because I want to record the feeling of that moment, and then I will integrate it into the painting." Vincent replied.

"What does it feel like?" Jiqiu asked again in doubt.

"Did you see that bouquet of sunflowers?" Vincent raised his head and pointed to the bouquet on the window sill, "How do you feel?"

"It blooms very well, but it will wither in a few days." Jiqiu replied truthfully.

"From the moment it blooms, I will put myself into the sunflower and imagine the feeling of losing my life bit by bit."

'Is that so? Jiqiu found that she had been looking for the most beautiful side of each object according to rational thinking, instead of painting its original appearance, just like her paintings, she would open the window to let the sunset shine on the sunflowers, if Sprinkle with water droplets if you can.

Afterwards, she will carefully describe the textures on the petals. The paintings are very realistic, comparable to the photos of later generations, but there is always a kind of craftsmanship, lacking a sense of ethereal agility.

Jiqiu opens the window, sees the sun is about to set, realizes that he has stayed long enough, and bids Vincent his farewell.

"Ah, are you leaving?" Vincent's tone revealed the intention of staying, "I have two rooms, and I can clean up one for you to sleep in."

"I admit that I am very moved, but if I don't go home, my father will be very worried and will definitely send people all over the city to look for me." Jiqiu sighed, put on his cloak, and waved to Vincent.

"Oh, yes, you must accept this!" Vincent stuffed an oil painting into Jiqiu's hand.

Jiqiu looked at the self-portrait of Vander in his hand, "I don't have a self-portrait, I will draw one for you when I come back."

Vincent held the business card given by the young man in his hand, and he stood alone in front of the window until the young man and the little donkey disappeared at the corner of the street.

Back home, Jiqiu immediately told Dantès that she wanted a studio, she shook the man's clothes, "I want a studio of my own, it's just as big as this."

Dantès watched the young man stretch his arms and made a big circle gesture, the soft flesh in his heart was instantly poked, "I want to buy the best studio for Simon!" '

In order to strongly support his son's dream, Dantès bought her several shops in the Arcades in Paris, which were used as her private studio.

If Jiqiu hadn't stopped him, he would have bought the whole street and used it as a studio.

"Don't worry, Simon. I have invited the best decoration team in Paris to decorate, and next week, you can see your studio."

Dantès rubbed the young man's head, "There is a vault there, so you don't have to worry about your painting getting wet. I specially chose the most corner location, so no one will disturb you."

"Is it the arcade in the city center?" Jiqiu raised his head and asked.

"Of course." Dantès looked at the young man's fluffy curly hair, which looked like a curly lamb.

At this time, Jiqiu felt that her father was the richest man in Europe. She was very happy, and the smile on her face was getting bigger and bigger.

"Great, I can invite someone to visit my studio." Jiqiu gave the guardian a hug, and finally she had a place to entertain Vincent.

Seeing the young man's happy smile, Dantès was also very happy. Raising cubs is really a joyful thing