President, school grass, don't leave after school

Chapter 242 The Unbroken Letter

Will they all come back?

Li Yao looked at the paintings placed in the studio, sighed softly, and said, "Speaking of which, I'm a little jealous of you."

"Why?" Lin Shunan asked her puzzled.

"I have held no less than ten art exhibitions, but my popularity is just that, not as famous as my 'troubleshooter' name outside. And you, sure enough, a successful person only needs to seize one opportunity Just fine."

"It's all thanks to you that I can be what I am today."

"I know, there is no need to say these polite words."

Hmph, if he hadn't been willing to give up the position to him, he would be a fool who would only bury his head in the studio and paint without being known.

Originally, the exhibition space of the art exhibition that had been agreed upon before, did not expect that the investor who had been cooperating with him for many years, who seemed to be surnamed Ma, actually gave the wife of the owner of the exhibition hall to... sleep.What a speechless incident, it's the same in the art circle... just messing around casually?What nonsense.

So what is the true, beautiful and loyal love that those artists sing and praise one by one?

Later, in a fit of rage, the boss removed all the people who participated in the banquet from the list, and now there are only ten exhibition booths left, not one.Li Yao is the best way to save face. Since she has already agreed to others, she can't break her promise. Anyway, she still has a chance next year, so she gave up the only exhibition space, although she is starting to regret it now. up.

She has persisted for so many years and has been exposed to painting since she was a child. Compared with most of the latecomers, it is conceivable that she has spent more time and energy on painting.

But why, pay and return are not necessarily proportional.

Seeing Lin Shunan staring at her paintings foolishly and stopping to look at them, she felt a little... She couldn't see others being better than herself.

It is normal to say that self-esteem is a little bit unacceptable.

"Didn't you say you wanted to show me the portrait you drew for me?"

"Oh yes, wait a moment, I'll get it." Lin Shunan took out a picture frame, and the painting on the watch inside was covered by a white cloth, so he couldn't see it right for a while. "I don't know what kind of words are two-dimensional, so I didn't add too many realistic skills to this painting, so that the whole painting looks more flat. Take a look."

Li Yao took the painting from his hand, just like what he described to himself before: a war, thousands of troops, and you, the female knight riding a white horse, holding a long hair and a round shield in your hand , pierce the darkness, herald the dawn.

War, a symbol of breaking tradition, is the friction between one system and another system, and the grandeur of the thousands of troops all exaggerates the importance of this battle. Among all the dark brown horses, white The horse is particularly eye-catching.The female knight riding on the white horse, the silver armor glowed with a faint golden light, a ray of dawn that parted the black clouds shone on her body, although there were corpses everywhere under her feet, her eyes were always fixed on the front , towards the enemy rushing in the distance, waving the spear in her hand, that action seemed to be declaring war on the enemy, and also seemed to be aimed at the darkness that the black clouds in the sky wanted to bring.

Li Yao was fascinated by watching it, and she was deeply immersed in it. It took a long time to come back to her senses. She smiled, twitched the corners of her mouth, and said, "The painting is very good, I like it very much."

"As long as you like it, by the way, there is one more thing... I didn't tell you."

"You said."

"When I was painting, I was afraid that the female knight drawn according to my impression would not look like you, so I... secretly took a few photos of you."

Li Yao said indifferently, "It's just a few photos, it's okay."

"Then... since you are satisfied, I will delete the photo."

Li Yao felt curious, so she leaned over to look at the photos he took. How many? At least a hundred, right?"

Lin Shunan's face flushed slightly, and he hesitated and said, "I...I want to find the best angle."

Li Yao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's all. You should have said it earlier. I won't disagree. You don't need to take pictures so secretly."

"Oh... oh, then, I see, can I keep these photos?"

"Whatever you want, just don't put my face on my body. I'll go first, and I'll talk about it when my dad wakes up and won't be able to see me."

"Okay, are your feet still hurting?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Li Yao pursed her lips, thought for a while, and said, "I almost forgot to say, I won't... go to the next art exhibition."

"Hey!" Without waiting for Lin Shunan to say anything else, Li Yao's figure quickly disappeared into the studio, as if she was afraid that he would catch a trace of her loss. "This Li Yao..." Lin Shunan looked at the invitation letter for the art exhibition in his hand, and put it back in his pocket helplessly, forget it, give it to her next time.

Lin Shunan gradually became famous in City A, and he also held several large and small art exhibitions, but what puzzled the organizers who invited him to participate in the art exhibitions was that no matter how many places were left for him in the exhibition hall, he always wanted to Leave an empty space, don't write your name, don't put your works, just leave it empty like that.Later, this gradually became his habit and representative.

Over time, if people are going to participate in some art exhibition, as soon as they see that there is an empty booth in the exhibition hall, they will know that there will definitely be Lin Shunan's paintings in this art exhibition.

Why?This habit, in fact, originated from the absence of someone.

Dean Li collected a pile of letters from the mailbox at the door, threw them in front of Li Yao, and said, "Here, these letters are all for you."

Li Yao glanced at it indifferently, and said, "Lin Shunan's? Throw it away."

Dean Li felt puzzled, didn't these two people look good some time ago?It's even better. Let's paint together, and Lin Shunan even drew a portrait of her. What's wrong with this dead girl of my own family who suddenly turned her face and didn't recognize anyone?

"Eh? No, Yaoyao, what's going on between you and Lin Shunan?"

"It's not that I'm having trouble with him. It's really nothing interesting. It's just some thank you letters, and then I told me where I held an art exhibition recently, and I found that my painting has improved. That's all. What's so interesting about it? Woolen cloth?"

"Tsk, that's true, but this kid won't write to you every time an art exhibition is held, right?"

"Forget it, Dad, I don't want to see these letters, so throw them away for me."

"Okay then." Dean Li packed up the letters and left the room. Li Yao felt bored and stopped drawing again, not knowing what she wanted to draw.

She really couldn't think of a good idea, and she didn't go out during this period of time, and she didn't have any chance for inspiration, so she refused to come to her.This made Li Yao wonder for a while, the goddess of inspiration must have taken a fancy to that brat Lin Shunan, right?Could it be that he still stays at his place every day?

I shouldn't think about him, it really affects my mood and painting.Li Yao sighed, and the phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID, and she was really afraid to call her something.

Li Yao answered the phone, and said in a bad tone, "Hello? What's the matter?"

Lin Shunan: "Li Yao, I haven't contacted you for a while, how are you doing recently?"

Li Yao replied: "Okay, good can't be better."

Lin Shunan's voice was a little excited: "That's good. I must have made great progress in painting recently, right? I recently... don't know why, I seem to have encountered a bottleneck, no matter how I paint, I feel like I'm just painting a copy .”

"You..." Li Yao was about to say something to enlighten him like before, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth. She looked at the white sketch paper on her desk and said, "How could it be?" This look? Aren’t you good at drawing?”

"No matter how good people are, they will encounter bottlenecks, and... I'm not that good yet. What about you? You must have improved a lot during this period of time, right? After all, you are a very hardworking person."

Hearing this, Li Yao glanced at the white paper on her desk again, bit her lip, a little helpless and in pain, a thousand words came to her lips, and only a "tsk" was left.

"What's the matter, Li Yao? If you encounter any problems, you can tell me."

"I, I'm fine. What's wrong with me? I feel that I still have a lot of room for improvement. I've been painting all the time recently. I feel that every day is better than yesterday." As soon as the words came out, Li Yao I felt a little regretful, and cursed in my heart: Li Yao, Li Yao, when will your damn self-esteem not come out to make trouble?Really, Lin Shunan is good at painting, this is a fact you have to admit, and, he owes you, if you have any problems, just tell him, and you won't die, Lin Shunan won't laugh at you.Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in all battles. For painting, you have to imitate first, and then you can surpass it. As long as you learn with an open mind, approach Lin Shunan, and learn his painting skills, isn’t it a matter of minutes? ?

My damn pride.

"That's fine, if there's a problem..."

"No, there's nothing wrong with it. I'm pretty good at drawing by myself." What was she talking about?

"Well, then I don't worry. I'm going to take a long trip to City B to participate in an art exhibition. This time, the organizer gave me ten slots for my works. I have just selected nine paintings. You recently Do you have time?"

Are you going to invite her to the art exhibition again?

"I... I'm not free, sorry, I've been very busy recently."

"Is that so, don't you really have a little time? Or, you can also send your paintings..." Before Lin Shunan could finish speaking, Li Yao unilaterally hung up the phone. Listening to the "beep beep" hang-up sound coming from the phone, Lin Shunan sighed helplessly, his voice was full of loneliness and melancholy, how could there be any emotion at all?

Li Yao slowly put down the phone, turned it off and put it aside, looking at the white paper on the table, she gradually fell into deep thought...