because i'm pretty

The temperature in Jinghai has cooled down a few days ago, and it has been a little too sunny these two days.

Yuan Zhiming got up early and washed his hair. His hair was a little long, curly and not easy to dry, so he went out with some moisture. Fortunately, it was not too cold.

My father, Yuan Songqing, called when I got down the stairs. The first sentence I asked him was: "Are you up? Don't be late."

Yuan Zhiming snorted, "Of course, I've already gone out."

"Oh, so measured, is he still my son?"

Yuan Zhiming smiled: "Yes, your son still knows to go out early and plans to buy some gifts for Uncle Qiu."

Qiu He is Yuan Songqing's old friend for many years. His job is the editor of an art magazine. Later, he started to do some art curatorial work. When he was old and wanted to be stable, he helped a friend to be the curator of this art gallery.

Although there is no need to see the art exhibition, it must be worrying.

Yuan Songqing was very pleased with this: "Okay, your Uncle Qiu likes to drink and buy two bottles of wine, but it doesn't need to be too expensive, otherwise it will appear polite."

"Understood", Yuan Zhiming had already entered the imported supermarket at the gate of the community when he spoke, glanced at the whole wall of wine bottles, and said to the phone, "Red wine or sake?"

"I think white wine is better," Yuan Songqing suggested.

Both father and son are proficient in wine, but Yuan Songqing obviously knows Qiu He's taste better.

Yuan Zhiming was very obedient when he was supposed to be obedient. The two discussed for a while, and finally settled the bill with two bottles of Cloudy Bay.

The Guang Art Museum is on the outskirts of the city, but fortunately there was no traffic jam on weekend mornings. Yuan Zhiming arrived more than half an hour early, and it took another 10 minutes to park the car.

He entered the arena with the wine in his hand, deliberately sat at the seat by the door, planning to go out early for a while, meet Qiu He first, and then lie in ambush next to his work, quietly listening to other people's comments.

There were not many people seated, Yuan Zhiming checked the time.Smugly send Yuan Songqing a WeChat message:

"I'm all seated, it's not yet 10:40."

Li Yikai went out on time at 10:37 in the morning, carrying two bottles of Cloud and Mist Bay in the co-driver, ready to go to a friend's house for a party after the end.

The weather was fine, the road was unimpeded, and the building of the Guang Art Museum was beautiful. He arrived exactly 8 minutes ahead of schedule.

However, it was still a miscalculation-the green space parking lot was already half full.

Knowing about Wang Daqihong, I never thought that there would be such a big battle in the first exhibition.

Things that exceed expectations will always make Li Yikai a little irritated, and what is even more irritating is receiving a phone call after getting out of the car.

It was the same difficult female client who didn't even say sorry at the beginning—"Mr. Kevin, after much deliberation, I still think that the color of our decorative wall should be adjusted again, and there is always a gap between it and the electronic version."

Li Yikai could only stand outside, and repeated those explanations for the first time: "We explained the colors when we released the electronic manuscript, and I have shown you all the color test versions. There must be color differences in printing, and we will have lighting to match... ..."

A 38-minute phone call ended, and the weather was still fine. The morning sun and the buildings complemented each other.

But the salon has already opened halfway through, and there is no need for Li Yikai to participate. No matter how popular an artist is, they can't hide the fact that this is a half-time salon.

Then do you want to go in?

He stood at the door, looking at the room against the light, heard the conversation and chuckling inside, he was struggling, and saw a curly hair, which looked familiar.

Li Yikai's footsteps moved faster than his brain, and he lifted his foot and walked in.

"Yeah! Director Li?" Yuan Zhiming had just slipped out of the back door when he saw a figure follow the sunlight into the main hall. The slender shadow was cast on the ground. He raised his head to see the scenery, but unexpectedly, he was someone he knew. face.

"What a coincidence", Li Yikai nodded noblely, and saw the two bottles of wine in Yuan Zhiming's hands.

What a coincidence.

"Are you coming to the salon?" Yuan Zhiming asked.

"No, I don't like participating in these things very much," Li Yikai replied.

Yuan Zhiming rubbed his eyes: "Oh, then, bye."

Li Yikai didn't want to open which pot and which pot to lift, and asked in a daze, "What about you? Do you want to hold a solo exhibition?"

If you don't mention Yuan Zhiming, you will almost forget about it, but of course you have the confidence to mention him: "It's not a solo exhibition."

That's the exhibition, Li Yikai showed interest in his eyes, and smiled unconsciously.

Yuan Zhiming led him to his paintings without saying a word: "These two are mine."

It is still a strong color, and red is about to come out, but the composition and lines are obviously much more disordered and wild than those in the previous collection. Li Yikai was in a daze for a moment, pointing to the common element in the two pictures - a spring-shaped The long red structure asked: "What is this appearance?"

"It's called Viva, and it's the main element of this set, it's a spine."

"Spine?"

"Yes," Yuan Zhiming fixed his eyes on his painting, and said seriously: "The spine of life, the source of vitality."

Li Yikai forgot to say anything for a while, and looked up at the title of the work - "VivalaVida Long Live Life"

"Fine," he nodded after a moment.

Yuan Zhiming grinned: "It's still far away."

Scratching his head again, he seemed embarrassed and said, "If you want to buy it, you can get a discount."

This is a bit difficult for others, Li Yikai said: "I have no interest in collecting art."

Yuan Zhiming didn't force it, and nodded: "Actually, I don't know how to set the price now."

Li Yikai choked out of thin air, not thinking about how to reply.

On the other side, the salon has ended before you know it, and those who can price the artwork walk over.

Yuan Zhiming heard the conversation behind him, and then remembered that he hadn't gone to see Qiu He yet, and also forgot to tell him about the plan of "private visit in micro-service".

And Qiu He had already seen him, led Wang Daqi and the others to the "Spring" work first, and greeted with a beard:

"Come on, Xiao Ming, let me introduce to you, this is a young artist I like very much——Yuan Zhiming."

This posture is very similar to parents asking their children to perform in front of relatives and friends.

Yuan Zhiming's face flushed again, he was not as confident as he was with Li Yikai just now, but what he said was very similar - he focused on introducing the spring-like spine, Viva.

Wang Daqi didn't speak, and several art critics first asked: "How do you define this work? Is it an illustration?"

"Yes, illustration." Qiu He said.

The person who asked frowned: "Although it is a good thing that these young artists are brave enough to try, if you position illustrations, you must always consider practicality. This is more like graffiti."

"Well, the color is very impactful, but overall it is too imagery."

"There is a visual breakthrough, but the content is a little weak."

Qiu He coughed, and Yuan Zhiming explained: "Oh, my content... is the topic, long live life."

There was a rather condescending chuckle.

"Although art illustration has the word art, it still focuses on illustration. I actually like this set of works very much, but I also agree that if Xiaoyuan can have more solid basic skills, I personally think it will be better for your development. "Wang Daqi pondered.

It was a piece of well-founded nonsense, and everyone else agreed. Only Qiu He laughed and said, "Actually, Yuan Zhiming graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts. He has good basic skills, but he can't compare to imagination."

However, Wang Daqi did not cooperate, and continued: "Well, what I mean is that the category of illustration is between art and application. You should not let yourself go too much, and you must also consider the market."

"Isn't the consideration of the market just to look at the operation and marketing?"

"Huh?" This sound inevitably made Wang Daqi look worried, and turned his head to look.

Li Yikai looked arrogant and unintentional, and smiled: "Sorry, I was just listening. When it comes to the market, I can't help but interrupt because I am in this business. The market is popular. Everything is easy to talk about. If it is not popular, it is fine." Neither is right."

After speaking, he looked at Wang Daqi again: "Right? This teacher."

Wang Daqi simply smiled and said nothing, Qiu He quickly took the opportunity to pull people away.A group of people finally moved away, and he patted Xia Yuanzhiming's back lightly.

Yuan Zhiming had lowered his head and said nothing since just now, until Li Yikai spoke up before looking up.

At this time, there were only two of them left. Li Yikai was very considerate, he didn't like to see people embarrassed, and he didn't intend to be thanked, so he quickly raised his chin:

"I'll keep watching, bye."

After finishing speaking, he left behind a chic back.

However, after such an episode, the rest of the exhibition became boring. Within 20 minutes, he walked around by himself, but there were only two bright red springs in his mind.

It was already noon when we went out, and the sunlit car glass reflected dazzling light.

In fact, when the weather is so good, the building itself of the art museum is art, the gray and white new Chinese style, and the structure with appropriate blank space, it is worthwhile to take it as a distraction. Li Yikai wandered around the green space twice.

Finally, in the body of an old big G, I saw that curly hair.

It wasn't intentional, but this car was produced ten years ago. It was his favorite model when he was in college. It is very rare now, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

"What a coincidence," Li Yikai was standing outside the car window. The car was dirty and old, and the owner didn't seem to take it seriously. There wasn't even a privacy film on the glass, and a curly hair could be seen lying on the steering wheel. A section of the back of the white neck was exposed, arched and curved, like a wronged little animal hiding.

Seeing that there was no response from the people inside, Li Yikai knocked on the glass again, glanced into the distance, and said in the tone of the people who came over: "Are you okay? Don't be too sad, especially what these art critics say, people who rely on their mouths to eat are generally nothing Really learned..."

The car window rolled down slowly, and Yuan Zhiming raised his head: "Ah? Director Li, are you talking to me?"

Li Yikai turned his head to look at the person - he didn't think he was disappointed, Yuan Zhiming was holding a bowl of oden in his hand, it turned out that he was eating in full swing, his lips were still red.

"No..." Li Yikai said weakly.

"Hey", the car door opened, and the curly hair stretched out and smiled: "I heard something, you are comforting me."

Before Li Yikai could deny it, Yuan Zhiming got out of the car and said sincerely: "Thank you, thank you for speaking for me just now."

Li Yikai saw that he was still holding the oden in his hand, and when he got out of the car, the things in the room were shaking, so he quickly took two steps back, but the gap between the cars was very small, and there was not much space behind him, so he could only park in the car. The distance between the two of them is one palm away.

The heat from the bowl spread between the two, and the sun was shining overhead.

Li Yikai's head was also hot: "Then how can you thank me?"

"Ah?" Yuan Zhiming belatedly noticed that Li Yikai's eyes were staring at his hand, and hesitantly pushed the disposable bowl over: "Didn't you eat breakfast?"

It's almost twelve o'clock, and we still have breakfast.

Li Yikai turned his head: "I'm just joking."

After a pause, he continued, "What I said just now was not intended to help you out. Many things in the art circle are not absolute. Most of what they say is based on your status. Don't take it too seriously."

Yuan Zhiming said briskly: "I know, it's okay, I'm used to it."

This is the end of the conversation, and the relationship between the two should be over, but asking why you didn't add me on WeChat is really not something Li Yikai would do.

He gave a "hmm" and raised his head and said, "Come on, if there is a suitable job opportunity in the future, I will contact you again."

"Okay," Yuan Zhiming happily agreed.

"Oh! That's right." He seemed to have remembered something, turned around and leaned his upper body back into the car to search for something.

Li Yikai hid the bowl of Guandong cooking while looking forward to it.

But Yuan Zhiming brought out a packing bag and stuffed it to him: "I'm not prepared, but thank you, this is for you, although I don't know if you like it or not."

Heh, two bottles of Bay of Clouds and Mist really suit his taste.

"No", Li Yikai didn't reach out his hand.

"Oh, I'll take it to you." Yuan Zhiming directly stuffed the handle of the bag into his hand. That hand just held the steaming food, and his fingers were warm when he touched it.

Seeing that the other party took it, he scratched his head again, and confessed embarrassingly: "Actually, I bought this for Uncle Qiu, the owner of the art gallery I met just now, hehe, I just bragged to you, this time Uncle Qiu recommended me to participate in the exhibition, I am not that good."

Li Yikai twisted the rope in his hand: "Then why don't you give it away?"

"Hey... It's a bit embarrassing. He meant it well, but in the situation just now, if I send it off again, he might blame himself instead. It would be better to thank him if there is a good result next time."

"Well, it will be fine," Li Yikai said softly.

"It will be fine," Yuan Zhiming also said, "It will be even better if you help me find a job!"

Li Yikai was choked again, but smiled instead: "Why do you want to find a job so much?"

"Make money", Yuan Zhiming didn't think about it.

Li Yikai looked up at the car: "You don't look like someone short of money."

Yuan Zhiming nodded: "It's missing."

"Oh, you said this car." He looked back and realized, "This is a gift from my father. I still need the money myself."

Li Yikai understood, he was still a rich second generation with a lot of backbone.

Also a little talented artist.