The waiter was still upset: "Brother gave me the bedroom to you, what else do you want-"
"Xiaoer, do you think this photo is good?" she asked, pointing to the photo.
"Okay, the boss produces it, how can it be bad?"
"Is it just because it's the boss's work?" Youyan asked.
"That's not true. I don't know much about it, but this thing looks quite shocking." The waiter yawned.
"Okay, waiter, your merits are complete, you can go back to sleep." Youyan smiled.
Before he could figure out what was going on, he was pushed out again. The waiter muttered and fell back on the sofa.
Zhang Lei frowned and looked at her, but she was so excited that she seemed completely unaware of the complexity in his heart.
"Boss, isn't it a pity that the photography exhibition can't be held? The press conference is only the opinion of a few people. The photography exhibition is your stage. Only the audience at the exhibition can decide whether you succeed or fail. Look, there are two people here tonight, They all love your work.”
"The waiter said that he was shocked. I think it's because the hands of different shapes have a strong contrast. They are just the most primitive background colors and have brought the strongest visual shock. In my opinion, this is a change in the world, but also a stable world. , these countless hands, aren’t they just the symbol of a home? Without anyone, it can’t work. All the people, each one is unique, and together they are the whole world.”
"Therefore, the boss's work should also be shown to the world." She said, walked to the wall and knocked on it.
Such a light tone made him completely let go, and he felt more relaxed than ever before.
It was just an insignificant night, just a woman who inadvertently broke into his life. However, all the entanglements in the past two years, under these understatement words, it seemed that he was asking for trouble. His eyes were suddenly stained. I felt a little angry, but I couldn't suppress that wonderful trembling feeling.
Seeing his silence, she added: "Boss, do you think my paintings can still be viewed?"
His voice was low: "If you can't see your paintings, then there aren't many paintings by painters who have held art exhibitions in G City that can be seen."
"Compared to mother, there is him-" She suddenly stopped as she spoke.
Is this TA her or him? If it is him, who is he? The complexity in her eyes made him feel quite uncomfortable.
Youyan was slow, but not stupid. She could hear the slight self-deprecation in his words.
"My mother is very smart. She can quickly grasp the characteristics of the form of things with just a few glances. Her copying is very fast and true and beautiful. But I, no matter how many times I see, can never remember my mother's friends. They are also very good painters. They say that a painter relies more on talent. They say that I am stupid and have no talent in this area at all."
"My mother could draw a garden full of iris after seeing just one iris. I went to see a garden full of iris just so I could draw one. My mother asked me if I liked painting, and I said I did. She told me not to take it lightly. If you really like it, you have to live up to it. If you fail, it’s just a matter of starting over from scratch. I will read it over and over again, memorize it over and over again, and draw it over and over again. If I can succeed, , my efforts are meaningful, and if there is no big progress in the end, there is nothing to regret."