In Tianyang City in 1990, the telephone poles on the streets were still stretched like spider webs, the roads were intricate and there were many alleys. Resident shops often spill domestic sewage on the pavement, making muddy water flow uneasy.
People come and go in the small noodle restaurant, and the young and energetic college students sit down and talk about it with a smile. The proud children of heaven are full of vitality, and they inevitably glance at the few people in the corner.
Ouyang Jun pulled the noodles in the bowl and mumbled vaguely: "I don't want to be in this situation... I don't want to. But that night, there was an impulse that could not be restrained.
As if some kind of artistic inspiration came to my heart, and like the temptation of the devil, it pulled me to purgatory. Although it eventually led to a tragedy. But I reviewed afterwards and found that there was nothing wrong with this pursuit of art. "
"Yes, I'm not here to discuss the philosophy of life with you. By the way, your work in the academy is definitely gone." Zhou Qingfeng finished eating, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth-there is no tissue in this year, so you have to bring a handkerchief with you.
Ouyang Jun was taken aback, the noodles on the chopsticks crashed into the bowl, and the noodle soup splashed. At this moment, he realized the seriousness of the problem, and all his artistic inspirations were wiped out-it was a huge event without work.
If this were to be cracked down a few years ago, he might be dragged and shot.
Ouyang Jun's face turned pale with fear in his heart. He lost his mind to eat noodles, slammed Zhou Qingfeng's hand, and asked, "What did you ask me to do?"
"Don't be too scared. I can get you out of the police station, and I can help you through the current difficulties." Zhou Qingfeng looked at Ouyang Jun earnestly, "It depends on whether you can help me a little bit."
The current crime of hooliganism is not a joke, Ouyang Jun is like grabbing a life-saving straw, and hurriedly asked: "What do you want me to do?"
"I want to make a few minutes of animation. The graphics must be of the best quality. Don't care about the money, I can invest a few thousand dollars in advance." Zhou Qingfeng is ambitious.
When Ouyang Jun heard of the animation, his scalp was blown up. He is a lecturer in the Academy of Fine Arts that teaches the history of Western art, specializing in oil painting. This is totally different from doing animation, it's impossible to fight.
After hearing the budget of'thousands of yuan', Ouyang Jun changed his mind again, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. Even if he doesn't understand animation, he knows that this is extremely expensive.
Young man, you are joking. A few thousand yuan is a lot for an individual, but just want to do animation for this little money? Did you wake up
"Boss, with this little money, it's hard for me to do things for you!" Ouyang Jun wanted to flick his long hair proudly, revealing the disdainful smile of a cultural man. But this sentence was stuck in his stomach and he couldn't say it.
The landlord next to him quickly held Ouyang Jun's hand, with a heavy blow to bring his thoughts back to reality, "Ouyang, you are now peeking at other girls to take a bath, and you must have lost your job.
Ordinarily, I shouldn't hit you again. But you haven't paid the rent for two months. There is only so much I can help you. If I don't pay it this month, I have to blow you away. "
Ga..., Ouyang Jun's expression turned from blank to grief and anger. He glanced at the landlord stupidly, then turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng, his throat stirred for a while, and he forced a reluctant smile. He wanted to refuse, but under realistic pressure...
"Boss, it's okay. There are thousands of dollars for several thousand dollars. Although I only study art, animation and art are similar."
Talking and talking about money. Zhou Qingfeng also sighed, he called the noodle shop owner to pay, and said to Ouyang Jun: "This is not so easy, I doubt your ability. Go sit at your house and talk in detail."
The landlord interrupted again: "The room in Ouyang is too messy. Why don't you go to my house to talk? Ouyang, you should also take a bath, change clothes, and shave your beard and hair. Give the boss a good image, otherwise how to do big things? ?"
Ouyang Jun was upset, but shook his head stiffly, rejecting the landlord's'goodwill'. He turned to Zhou Qingfeng and stretched out his hand, and said like a broken jar, "Lend me some money, otherwise I can't work."
Zhou Qingfeng was suffocated with constipation and asked the landlord, "What is his monthly rent?"
The landlord smiled happily: "Not much, not much, my house is very cheap. It costs 10 yuan a month, and only 20 yuan in two months. Water and electricity are calculated at the market price. There are even discounts for renting for one year."
Zhou Qingfeng took out ten dollars to the landlord, and both the landlord and Ouyang Jun were dumbfounded. He pointed to Ouyang Jun and said to the landlord: "Remember that he still owes you ten yuan in rent, don't let him run away."
This is also detrimental.
I stopped eating the noodles. Ouyang Jun eagerly went back to the school to inquire about the news. It turned out that the police station had notified the school a long time ago, and the school leaders were considering punishing him—how else? Fired directly! Just waited two days for the announcement.
Ouyang Jun was frightened and frightened, returning home faintly. Opening the door is a bad taste, and there is a simple room and hall inside. There are a few canvases in the living room, and paints are everywhere.
Several plaster statues were placed in the corner, and paintbrushes to be washed were littered. Some semi-finished drawings are pasted on the wall.
The landlord's eyes brightened when he came in, and he kept commenting and commenting on his surprise, sighing that the life of the literary and artistic youth is good, and he always inquired about the naked model.
Ouyang Jun went to open the windows for ventilation, and it was already dark outside. The balcony of the opposite residential building was lit, and as the curtains were pulled, there was a scream of'ah', and'Ruhua' cursed behind the balcony,'dead hooligan, shameless. '
The unlucky man wanted to cry without tears. He pulled a chair back and sat down, crying and spreading his hands and said: "I was just pulling a curtain back then, why did you arrest me at the police station? Now I have lost my job and my reputation is bad. It's all over."
The landlord came to make up for it, "Ouyang, you were caught by your neighbor on the roof. It has nothing to do with the curtains. But I have an idea to help you out of trouble right away."
"What idea?" Ouyang Jun was anxious.
The landlord first sighed, "If you can now put out five hundred yuan as a gift to propose a marriage, maybe the opposite house will marry you.
As the saying goes, "A slender lady, a gentleman is so funny", you should be more sincere and give money more easily. At that time, what you can't peek at is that young people are in love, not worth mentioning, but a beautiful thing. "
"You want me to marry the girl opposite?" Ouyang Jun flatly refused, "I am a person with ideals and pursuits, and I must never give up my future freedom for the sake of the present. I hope my partner can realize the spiritual and physical relationship with me. Fit..."
The landlord sneered and interjected, "I don't understand what you are talking about. I only know that you peeked at the girl's house opposite in the middle of the night and got caught while taking a shower. Now you still owe me ten dollars in rent.
In fact, you can also first date, propose marriage, give gifts, and settle the anger of the opposite girl. In the future, you can still break up because of emotional discord.
Without the present enthusiasm, there is certainly no future freedom. In fact, the more difficult thing is how to get enough money. In your current situation, I think it is troublesome. "
After speaking, Ouyang Jun and the landlord both turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng. The room was messy and messy, so the latter had nowhere to stay. He could only shrug his shoulders with a wry smile, "As long as you can help me make an animation, what's five hundred dollars? Fifty thousand dollars."