Chapter 30: Chapter 29—Meeting-Van Gogh's Traction (2)

You Yan carefully wiped his hands on the apron before taking it.
The devout expression, Zhang Lei, who had been watching silently, only felt a movement in his heart, and he coughed to cover up, then he only cared that he seemed to be concerned, shaking his head and chuckling.
"Van Gogh's" Iris "?" The original oil painting works here are replaced by watercolor copy, the colors are melted away by water stains, and the picture looks dim. You Yan frowned slightly.
"Do you know this?" The girl was startled and looked at her companion.
In May, the iris blooms like a butterfly, has nothing to do with the French national flower, and represents light and freedom, but it is the favorite of the lunatic Vincent Van Gogh, which is full of loneliness and bright light years. Life in this world may be like a little iris.
Xiao Er heard the words and took a look at Youyan in surprise.
"Is the paint on me?" You Yan said softly.
"I'm used to carrying paint brushes with me, but what can I do?" The girl laughed at herself, took out the paint, palette, and paint brushes from her canvas bag, and threw them on the table with annoyance.
You Yan suddenly ran into the inner room quickly, and everyone was surprised, and after a while, she saw that she was holding out a stack of blank papers.
"Redraw!" You Yan passed the paper to the girl.
"Impossible! This sister, do you know how long it took her to copy this painting? It's been a whole day before she has a little charm. It's not even two hours now, how can you let her draw it. This is Van Gogh's paintings are not graffiti for children. Besides, this was originally made of high-quality watercolor paper. Your paper is small and small— "The girl with a round face was so excited that she stood on the table with her hands up. Rising, flushed.
A few bites of his lips lingered, and several of the guests next to him laughed.
"What do you do, Xiaoshuang, it ’s kind of people--" The girl looked at Youyan apologetically.
You Yan smiled and said, "It's all right."
I picked up the painting and looked at it again. At the end, concentrating on the girl's wet and lonely eyebrows, she mixed up the paint with her hands, and whispered, "There is still a chance, why give up? Unless you are determined that there is no silver lining, you are qualified to say despair."
just like me. she thinks.
auzw.com The girl covered her face, choked, and was silent.
Although Xiaoshuang knew that good words were good intentions, she felt that she was not qualified to say her friend like this, and could not help rushing out: "How can you understand the difficulties when you make coffee in this shop?"
"Sanmei, don't blend in." Xiao Er sneered: "If people don't appreciate it, why do you want to stick to their cold ass?"
Youyan didn't say a word, looked up at the opposite one hundred and twenty buildings.
At the end, she held a paintbrush in each hand, dipped in water and color, and dripped onto the paper. She glanced comfortably at the same time, writing down her hands at the same time, lowering her head to sketch on the humble paper.
For a moment, the entire coffee shop was in some extreme quietness. Except that I didn't know who drew in the first breath. Someone picked up the cup and forgot about it for a while, then remembered that they should take a sip.
Time flies. At that time, the minute hand pointed to 11.05. When the last drop of sweat on the tip of the woman's nose fell into the paper, the butterfly broke the cocoon, and the purple and blue became the sea. Do not fight for it, as long as you indulge in the embrace of the unknown, spend a full day, burn lonely and strong.
The room was still silent at this moment, no one was out of the seat, but the next second, there was a loud voice.
Xiao Er blinked his eyes and murmured, "Hell."
The two girls were speechless in horror.
Reaching out and holding the girl's hand, Youyan whispered, "It's not good to draw, but it's not too slow. If you don't dislike it, take it. You must rely on yourself before and after."
Isn't this painting skill good? Zhang Lei took a sip of coffee, smiled slightly, and determined that he had gone away for the first time in his life. Before leaving the Zhang family, he had dealt with many big transactions in his hands to see how many people passed through the complicated and treacherous hearts, but never encountered such a Waterloo.
It kept raining. At 11.20, the eighty-eighth floor of the 120th Building, the Personnel Department of Art Consultancy.
You Yan boasted. The two girls said that if it was successful, I hope she was the first person to share this joy, so she drove her over. Let her wait in the reception room outside the personnel department.
Damn, she should firmly reject their offer! Although she is unlikely to easily see that person with a high weight, she feels a little guilty. She sneaked away, taking advantage of the fact that one of them went to the interview hall to wait and the other went to the bathroom.
Certainly, she fled like a thief in the curious eyes of others in the reception room.
She lowered her head and walked in a panic. When passing through a corridor, she could only hear the rapid sound of many footsteps in front of her, and the soft and nice female voice said, "President, the candidate is over there." !-rm->