because i'm pretty

"Signing the contract may not necessarily lead to the sale of the painting, and it will definitely take a long time to have a stable income."

"I saved a little money and gave it all to my cousin. After a while, there will be a bonus, and there will not be much left."

Yuan Zhiming thought about it seriously and concluded: "I think I still have to work for a while."

Li Yikai and him walked from the restaurant to the company, turned around and asked, "Is it all for making money?"

"Of course not. I also like this job very much, and I want to personally supervise the completion of my graffiti wall and ice signboard."

After Yuan Zhiming finished speaking, he felt that Li Yikai had been staring at him, so he added belatedly: "And I also miss you."

In fact, he also hated everyone in the team, but he didn't say the second half.Because seeing Li Yikai raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Yuan Zhiming discovered early on that Li Yikai seemed difficult to deal with, cold and picky, but it was actually very easy to make him happy.

For example, remember his preferences, say a few words that you need him very much, help him unscrew the bottle cap and pass a bottle of water while sitting in the car, or just lean against him when sitting and lying down... Little things can make him happy.

From this standard, Yuan Zhiming quietly thought that he should be able to be a very good boyfriend.

A night when the lights go out.The huge ice cubes embedded in the shape of icebergs were quietly placed in front of Hongda Shopping Center under the haul of large trucks.

As the sun rose the next day, the ice melted into shallow streams that flowed slowly along the drainage tracks.

In the early morning of this day, the invited media and KOL arrived first, filming from the iceberg to the stream, and then along the stream, all the way to the back of the mall.

At the end of February, the whole city of Jinghai was in the late winter and early spring, and only a few trees sprouting buds could be seen occasionally on the street.But here, there is already a spring full of vibes - large patches of deep and shallow powder, spreading from the wall to the floor tiles.

On the ground, more than a dozen artificial peach trees are distributed in a false and real way. You can see that the stream is gradually approaching the trunk, and the ends of the brown branches gradually turn green due to the water, and even a few pink buds bloom.

The tree is Qin Xiaoen's idea. He started from the Taobao gift shop and found countless factories along the way to realize the production of this fake tree that changes color when exposed to water.

Yuan Zhiming focused on ice sculptures in the past few days. When he first saw them, he was very shocked. He took a camera and leaned over to ask: "It's so amazing! Are these flowers real or fake? Why can they bloom when they encounter water?"

Li Yikai shattered the dream with one sentence: "It's just that the trunk changes color when it meets water. The flowers are glued on, artificially glued."

Yuan Zhiming was very disappointed: "There is no continuity."

"It's enough that the photos taken are coherent, and it's not magic." Li Yikai pointed to the invited Internet celebrities: "They will come to take pictures every day these days, and so will you."

With a big camera hanging around his neck, Yuan Zhiming finally realized that this was a hard job.

Li Yikai stuffed the hand warmers into his pockets one by one, and whispered: "But the photos you took were issued by the government, the little springs you hid on the graffiti wall, remember to take a few photos. Be good."

In this way, Yuan Zhiming is full of enthusiasm.Although this little icon like a spring is hidden in the tree trunk, no one knows and no one will report it, but my child hurts himself, so it is good to take a picture and send it out.

This feeling is like the performance of the school choir when I was a child. Although dozens of children stand together, they are all the same to others.But Yuan Songqing would still proudly flick the TV to find the very small Yuan Zhiming inside.

He adjusted the focus, clicked and took many pictures, until he saw a black round hat beside him in his peripheral vision.

Yuan Zhiming immediately put down the camera, a little surprised: "Teacher Gu?"

Gu Changfeng's eyes were big and deep. When looking at people, he squinted slightly, raised his chin and smiled at Yuan Zhiming.He didn't exchange greetings, turned his head and pointed at the graffiti on the wall and said, "This one looks familiar, did it appear in your works?"

Yuan Zhiming was even more surprised.

Gu Changfeng pursed his lips and smiled: "What's its name?"

This is the third person besides Yuan Songqing and Li Yikai who asked about its name, and Yuan Zhiming replied: "Viva."

"Not bad", after Gu Changfeng finished speaking, he continued to pace and admire the wall.

Yuan Zhiming didn't even have the chance to find an excuse to leave, as if he should follow behind as a matter of course.

Gu Changfeng turned to look at him: "You painted this wall?"

"My original manuscript was drawn by an artist," Yuan Zhiming replied truthfully: "I can't control such a large area."

"Small size is art, and this kind is engineering." Gu Changfeng asked again: "So are the ice cubes outside?"

Yuan Zhiming replied: "It was also I who proposed the creative idea, but it was actually completed by many people."

"Of course, it's commercials." Gu Changfeng nodded: "I asked you to contact me before, but there has been no news. Are you just busy with this?"

Yes... and no, because I'm not so busy that I don't have time to see each other.

Yuan Zhiming was just hesitating.That day, although Li Yikai told him not to care about it, but with his thoughtfulness, if it was really a trivial matter, he would not specifically mention that sentence.

And if there is any conflict that makes Li Yikai brooding - Yuan Zhiming has not thought about what attitude he should face this master.It seems that no matter what, a little hostility and bad speculation are inevitable.

Just like being asked now, he panicked at first, always feeling that this sentence was a question from a superior.

However, Gu Changfeng didn't wait for him to answer, but just smiled lightly: "Creation is great, and it's a good habit to concentrate on getting rid of foreign objects."

He was praised inexplicably, but it seemed to be praised in his heart.Yuan Zhiming wavered a little. He looked around, but he didn't see Li Yikai, nor did he see any other familiar faces.

"That..." Yuan Zhiming thought for a while, but he still didn't know how to make detours: "Are you here to find me?"

Gu Changfeng glanced at him, his eyes were unpredictable, but he nodded directly: "Yes, I have inquired about your situation and heard about it, so I have a look."

Even Xue Ming didn't know about Yuan Zhiming's work in Miaojia; and because he was afraid of being worried, he kept it from Yuan Songqing and everyone who might be in contact with him.

How did you find out?

Yuan Zhiming's doubts were written on his face. Gu Changfeng looked at him and said, "I have connections in the design and art circles. If you ask a few more friends, you will know. It's not your acquaintances."

Yuan Zhiming scratched his head: "Ah, that's not what I mean, I'm just a little surprised."

"Really? Don't be surprised," Gu Changfeng said: "There are countless young people who emerge every year, but there are not many who are really talented, and even fewer are talented and have a good eye. When you meet them, you will pay attention."

Yuan Zhiming became even more embarrassed: "I'm really sorry, I should visit you first."

"Don't worry about these," Gu Changfeng waved his hands, his aura was still serious, and he continued to walk leisurely.

There was a commotion in the distance, several clients and Li Yikai came over, and several invited reporters and media were also accompanying them.

No matter what happened in the past, the current Li Yikai definitely didn't want to be known by him, and he didn't want to meet him, just when Yuan Zhiming was thinking about how to find an excuse to divert Gu Changfeng's attention.

This one has turned around and glanced over there.Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice anyone, he just frowned and sighed: "There are so many media."

Yuan Zhiming's reaction has never been so quick: "Ah, you can also walk to the other end, I'll see you off."

Going around at the other end, you can still go back to the main entrance of the shopping mall. Gu Changfeng still walked unhurriedly, and said to Yuan Zhiming: "After all these years, I am still not used to these media, and I don't like being exposed, but sometimes had to face it again.”

Yuan Zhiming bowed his head and said, "Well, I don't like it either."

"Really?" Gu Changfeng suddenly turned to look at him with interest: "But you seem to know how to use these things."

"Me?" Yuan Zhiming didn't know what he was talking about.

Then he thought of the ice smashing incident on the day of the exhibition, or Weibo?But behind these is Li Yikai.Yuan Zhiming's mind was working fast, thinking about how he should answer if the chat continued.

While his thoughts were flying wildly, he realized very slowly that several people around him seemed to be paying attention to this side, and when they noticed his gaze, they all turned back.

"There are a lot of visitors here," Yuan Zhiming finally picked up an excuse and said, "Someone may recognize you, or else..."

Gu Changfeng smiled: "It's not me."

"Ah?" Yuan Zhiming looked over in a daze.Among the girls who looked like students, one asked timidly, "Are you that artist?"

The other is about to jump up: "Yes yes yes, it must be you! I follow you!"

Some artists are used to being behind the scenes, and people know his works, but not himself.

Some artists will come to the front of the stage, and sometimes their works are not well known by others, but they have some personal labels first.

Yuan Zhiming least wants to do the latter, and is also the least good at doing the latter.But he couldn't control these, because he had this face for no reason.

When no one was paying attention to the entire wall behind, and before the master beside him was recognized, a few little girls first pulled him:

"You are that cute little painter!"

"Ah, you look better in person than in the photos!"

Gu Changfeng left with a cool wave, but Yuan Zhiming was left alone, helpless to be dragged by several people to take pictures - he really didn't know how to deal with it.

"Excuse me", put one hand on his shoulder, Li Yikai came out at some unknown time, and said to several girls: "He is currently an amateur artist, and his main job is my employee, and now is his working time."

"Are all the people in your company so handsome?" The bold girl asked, "Are you recruiting interns? We are all from the design department!"

"Okay, welcome to log on to Mujia's official website to submit your resume, that Mujia of Camus", Li Yikai smiled and pulled Yuan Zhiming away from the noisy place.

Yuan Zhiming was still in a dizzy state, and only remembered after being dragged away: "Why are you here?"

"I came to supervise the work, and I found out that someone held a fan meeting during working hours," Li Yikai said.

"I'm not," Yuan Zhiming asked, "Did you see it?"

Li Yikai nodded.

"I didn't call him," Yuan Zhiming explained, "I just met him suddenly, and then I wanted to take him away from you."

Li Yikai rubbed his hair: "I know, it's okay, he probably forgot about me long ago, so don't be so nervous."

"Hmm", Yuan Zhiming lowered his head and thought for a while.Blinking and raising his head: "He talked to me a lot, do you want to hear it?"

"I want to eat more," Li Yikai looked up at his watch: "It's already 12 o'clock, aren't you hungry?"

"Hungry", I didn't feel it just now, but when he said he was really hungry, Yuan Zhiming briskly followed him: "Are you here to ask me to eat? What are you going to eat? You won't be eating with customers, are you?"

Li Yikai answered patiently one by one: "I'm here to ask you to eat. The customer has already sent away. There are not many things to do in the afternoon. I want to take you to eat something delicious."

"What to eat?"

"I ate it when I was a child, Fly House, want to try it?"

"Think," Yuan Zhiming said happily, "I haven't found any of the Jinghai snacks my dad said he ate before."

Li Yikai was amused by the expectant tone: "But I'm not sure if there are any, there are not many now..."

Behind the high-rise buildings is the past snack street, where new and old businesses alternate, and many old shops have moved or closed long ago.They chatted and walked over, and saw a few signboards still standing, it should be a worthwhile trip.

However, Li Yikai's cell phone rang suddenly, and the soothing concerto was the work number.He picked it up, stopped within a few seconds, and frowned deeply.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Zhiming asked.

"I'm going to the hospital," Li Yikai clenched his hands by his side, which was a sign of anxiety.He said, "Sister Dong had a car accident."