Youyan carefully wiped his hands on the apron before taking it.
With that pious expression, Zhang Lei, who had been watching silently, felt a movement in his heart. He hurriedly coughed to cover it up. Then he suddenly realized that the only person he cared about was himself, and he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.
"Van Gogh's 'Irises'?" The original oil painting was copied here with watercolor. The color was melted away by the water stains, and the picture looked haggard and gloomy. Youyan frowned slightly.
"You know this?" The girl was surprised and looked at each other with her companion.
The May iris, which blooms like a butterfly, has nothing to do with the French national flower. It symbolizes light and freedom, but it is the favorite of the crazy Vincent Van Gogh, blooming with loneliness and dazzling light years. The life of this vast world may be like a small iris.
When the waiter heard this, he also looked at Youyan in surprise.
"Do you have any paint with you?" Youyan asked softly.
"I'm used to carrying brushes and paints with me, but what can I do?" The girl laughed to herself, took out the paints, palette and brushes from her canvas bag, and threw them on the table angrily.
Youyan suddenly ran into the inner room quickly, and everyone was surprised when they saw her come out again holding a stack of white paper.
"Draw again!" Youyan handed the paper to the girl.
"Impossible! Sister, do you know how long it took her to copy this painting? It took a whole day to get some charm. Now it's not even two hours, how can you ask her to paint it. This is Van Gogh's paintings are not children's graffiti. Besides, this was originally made of high-quality watercolor paper. Your paper is small and -" The round-faced girl was very excited and stood up with her hands on the table. , blushed.
Youran bit her lip, and several guests sitting next to her started laughing.
"Xiao Shuang, what are you doing? I have good intentions -" The girl looked at Youyan with an apologetic look on her face.
Youyan smiled and said, "It's okay."
He picked up the painting and looked at it carefully. Finally, he focused on the girl's moist and lonely eyebrows, started to mix the paint, and whispered: "There is still a chance, why give up? Only if you are sure that there is no more hope, can you be qualified to say despair."
just like me. she thinks.
The girl covered her face, choked with sobs, and became silent.
Although Xiaoshuang knew that Youyan meant well, she felt that she was not qualified to talk about her friend like this, so she couldn't help but blurt out: "You make coffee in this shop, how can you understand the difficulties involved?"
"Third sister, don't get involved." The waiter sneered: "It's okay if they don't appreciate it. Why do you bother to criticize others?"
Youyan said nothing and looked up at the 120 Building opposite.
Finally, she held a paintbrush in each hand, dipped it in water and color respectively, and the water dripped onto the paper. Her eyes relaxed, and she started writing with both hands at the same time. She lowered her head and sketched on the inconspicuous paper.
For a moment, the entire coffee shop fell into a kind of extreme silence. Except for the initial gasp, I don’t know who it was. Someone picked up the cup and forgot about it. After a while, he remembered that he should take a sip.
Time flies. The hour and minute hands pointed to 11:05, when the last drop of sweat on the tip of the woman's nose fell into the paper, the butterfly emerged from its cocoon, and purple and blue turned into a sea. Don't fight for the crossing, just indulge in the unknown embrace, flowers bloom in the sky, burning loneliness and strength.
The room was still silent at the moment, and no one left their seats, but the next second, there were thunderous shouts.
The waiter blinked and murmured: "Damn it."
The two girls were too shocked to speak.
Reaching out to hold the girl's hand, Youyan whispered: "It's not a good drawing, but it's still not too slow. If you don't mind it, just take it. You have to rely on yourself for the past and the future."
Such painting skills are not good enough? Zhang Lei took a sip of coffee and smiled lightly, confirming that for the first time in his life, he had made a mistake. Before leaving the Zhang family, he had handled many large transactions and seen through the complicated and treacherous hearts of many people, but he had never encountered such a Waterloo.
The rain never stops. At 11:20, on the 88th floor of the 120 Building, the Human Resources Department of Art Consulting Society.
Youyan was still stunned. The two girls said that if they succeeded, they hoped she would be the first to share the joy, so they drove her over. Let her wait in the reception room outside the personnel department.
Damn it, she should firmly refuse their invitation! Although that person was of high authority and she would not be able to see him easily, she still felt a little guilty of being a thief. She might as well... sneak away while one of them went to the interview hall to wait while the other went to the bathroom.
Having made up her mind, she fled like a thief under the curious eyes of other people in the reception room.
She lowered her head and walked in a hurry. When she passed a corridor, she heard many footsteps passing quickly in front of her, and a soft and pleasant female voice said: "President, the applicant is over there."