My years as a menswear boss

"I've been to Panama and Martini, and that's where my inspiration comes from. You can't imagine how blue the sky is, and everything is a blessing from nature." Goose said, gulping down his wine, with a rude manner It's elegantly done.

At this time, Gorther was in the prime of life. He looked very energetic, with bright eyes and spirit. He loved to express his abundant emotions. He used to be a sailor with a strong body. He was more like a worker than an artist.

"After I left Paris, I came to the small town of Pont-a-Von in Brittany, where the scenery is simple and beautiful, and it is a painter's paradise.

Dense forests, clear streams, and irregular rocks all appear in my paintings.

You can find various schools of Chinese painting there.If I get a chance, I can introduce you to some interesting guys. Gao Se's voice was loud, and he had been talking non-stop since Jiqiu took his seat.

"Then why did you leave the small town of Puntawang and go to Panama and Martini?" Jiqiu asked puzzled.

"Because the simple natural scenery can no longer satisfy me, I am pursuing a primitive path. If it is not for physical reasons, I would rather be a savage in Martini." Gauther said.

"Okay! Paul, you can take a break and let Mr. Rossi taste the Italian pie." Moran held down the beaming Gose and raised his glass to Jiqiu.

If Gauther's rebellion is superficial, then Morin's rebellion is hidden in his works. As one of the founders of Impressionism, he has already shown that he is not a serious painter of the Paris Academy.

Jiqiu picked up the knife and fork, took a bite and put it in his mouth, "It's delicious."

She suddenly thought of the masterpieces of later generations, and looked at the man in front of him with traces of sewing, "Mr. Moran, have you ever painted water lilies?"

"Oh, I haven't painted water lilies, but my wife likes water lilies very much," replied Moran, who was different from Gothel, who was down and out, and Vander, who had to be helped by his brother.

Even in the low period, although the paintings will encounter auction failures, but in good times, one or two paintings can still be sold.

The group then chatted about the stories they had created, and Jiqiu mostly listened to the three of them talking, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite harmonious.

It wasn't until the sky became dark that Jiqiu decided to get up and leave, "The moon has come out, I should go home and have dinner with my father."

"Mr. Luo Xi seems to be a very independent man." Gao Se gave Jiqiu a blunt look. He didn't expect this young man with a romantic face to love his family so much.

'Looks like someone who would crawl into a girl's room for the night. ' he added mentally.

Jiqiu rubbed his ears embarrassingly, "I'm afraid my father will feel lonely eating alone."

Vincent waved his hands helplessly, got up and sent Jiqiu away from the small restaurant, "I will call you when there is a party in the future."

"Ah, I'm very honored to have this treatment." Jiqiu said while holding the little white horse. She looked at Vincent and patted the little horse tenderly.

"It suits you very well." Vincent felt the little white horse snort impatiently before letting go.

"I always think it's not powerful enough, it's too docile." Jiqiu said with a shrug.

"But I don't think Mighty is a good match for you."

"Oh, what is your impression of me, Vincent?" Jiqiu raised his eyebrows, looking at the man with the unshaven beard.

Vincent lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and looked at the sky, "I think you are like this starry sky, very mysterious and unpredictable. It seems that you are within reach, but you are actually far away from people."

Jiqiu also raised her head, her expression became gentle, "Thank you for your description, it's very interesting."

"I thought you would think I was talking nonsense. After all, many people think that I am not normal."

Vincent nodded his temples, and he became very negative, "No one can understand the world in my eyes. In my eyes, this starry sky is alive and roaring. This world is extremely magical. She Every day is different."

Jiqiu combed the little white horse's mane with his hands, "I regret that I can't see the world in your eyes, but I know there is a saying."

"Beautiful beasts travel alone; ordinary sheep travel in groups."

Vincent stared at the handsome young man in front of him. The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, and he stepped forward to hug her excitedly, "Thank you, Simon! You are the kindest person I have ever met."

'Kind? Ji Qiu sighed softly, she heard Vincent's beating violent heartbeat, reached out and patted him on the back comfortingly.

Jiqiu rode a little white horse to leave St. Mary's Village. She saw Vincent standing at the door of the restaurant until she could no longer see the country restaurant.

Back at the palace on the Champs Elysees, she opened the door and walked in, only to see Dantès sitting at the door waiting for her to go home.

"I'm back." Jiqiu took off his coat and threw it aside, running and jumping towards the guardian.

Dantès put down the newspaper in his hand and skillfully caught her, "Let's go eat."

His cub has changed from a small pendant on his legs to a big backpack, and every heavy weight comes from the feeding of his old father.

Seeing the blue veins on his master's arm, Jacob felt sympathetic, "It's really not advisable to spoil children. I must be a serious father in the future." '

Jiqiu is not aware of her weight at all, and still acts as a pendant like she did when she was a child.

"I'd like to have a steak Wellington, and I'd like to have a kebab."

"I'll ask the chef to make it for you." Dantès dragged Jiqiu to the dining room, opened a chair for her and put it on.

The warm scene of father and son getting along with each other dilutes the cold atmosphere of the restaurant.

Two days later, Jiqiu followed Dantès to the country house in the village of Auteuil. Before she got into the carriage, she noticed that Bertuccio made a Corsican gesture, and he was talking to himself with words in his mouth.

"Mr. Bertuccio, are you getting into the carriage?" Jiqiu asked aloud.

Like a frightened bird, Bertuccio stepped on the pedal in a hurry and tripped over it. His pale face caught Dantès' attention.

It's just that he didn't ask questions immediately, but let Jiqiu get into the carriage first.

Bertuccio's face was constantly sweating, and he took out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat several times, his spirit was always tense, and he looked uneasily at the street outside the window.

"Get off at 28 Rue Fontaine." Dantès said, he frowned unhappily when he saw that Bertuccio didn't respond.

"Mr. Bertuccio, my father is going to get off at 28 Rue Fontaine." Jiqiu reached out and patted him lightly.

Bertuccio straightened up immediately, stuck his head out of the window, and shouted to the coachman, "Stop at 28 Rue Fontaine."

"It seems to be raining." After Jiqiu got off the carriage, he saw lightning mixed with dark clouds in the sky, and smelled the breath of rain.

"It's really not possible. You can rest in the villa for one night and then go back to the Champs Elysees." Dantès said with a relaxed expression. He didn't plan to rush back in the wind and rain. The experience of Chateau d'If made him dislike the gloomy situation rain.

There was an old concierge in the villa. Hearing that the new owner was coming, he tidied himself up and waited quietly in the pavilion at the door.

"Sir, you are finally here. I have been waiting for this villa for decades."

Said the old porter, stooped a little, took the key out of his pocket and opened the door.

"Who was its previous owner?" Dantès asked.

"Marquis Saint-Meran, the last time I saw him was five years ago, when he was going to sell this villa." The concierge replied, "He likes it very much. I believe he must have some difficulties."

"This name sounds familiar. Tell me more about him. Maybe it will remind me of him."

Dantès looked at the villa that he could live in directly, and felt that it would be a good idea to stay here for one night.

"He was an old gentleman, devoted to the Bourbons, had a daughter, and married a prosecutor named Villefort. He moved to Versailles."

Jiqiu looked at Dantès, she didn't expect to meet acquaintances when she just bought a villa, but it was just a familiar enemy, coincidence or intentional?

Dantès looked at Bertuccio at the side at this moment, and he continued to ask, "How is that lady doing so far?"

"I don't know much about it. I only know that she passed away 21 years ago. I'm just a servant and I can't know too many things." The concierge said.

Dantès nodded, and took out two gold coins from his pocket and gave them to him, "I have always been tolerant to loyal people. There is only one requirement, that is, not to betray."

The concierge happily took the gold coins and made a Roman homage, "I will do well, sir."

"Go down, I'll go here by myself." Dantès said.

"Do you want me to light up for you?"

Dantès shook his head, and handed him the cane in his hand, "Mr. Bertuccio can help us with the lighting. You go and prepare dinner, French food will be fine."

Bertuccio could only reach out to take the oil lamp in the porter's hand, his face was whiter than the wall behind him.

The concierge was unprepared and shivered from his cold hands, "There is a living room on the second floor for entertaining guests, two bedrooms, a master bedroom and a second bedroom, each bedroom has a bathroom, from the rotating Going down the stairs, you can go directly to the back garden, where there is a rose flower, which is very beautiful during the day."

"Isn't there a staircase here?" Jiqiu pointed to the innermost dark path and said, "Can it go upstairs?"

"Master, it's the stairs in the front garden, you can only go down." Bertuccio said.

"Why do you know?" Dantès had doubts in his eyes, and he calmly pulled Jiqiu to a safe place behind him.

"I think the layout of every villa is pretty much the same." Bertuccio said with his head down, his face could not be seen clearly in the dark environment.

"Then we should make sure again." Ji Qiu quietly held Dantès' big hand, although it was to protect Dantès, but there was a sense of pretentiousness.

Dantès raised his chin, motioning for Bertuccio to lead the way.