Look at the time. It’s time for the school to finish school, so I just stroll around the streets. Most of the smart businessmen are decorated with Christmas trees or Santa Claus, and colorful lanterns are hung. The festive atmosphere is very strong.

"Sending perfume and cosmetics are too tacky and easy to make people misunderstand. After all, I'm just having a show with that girl. I'm not stupid enough to think that she will really fall in love with me, otherwise I'd be considered self-indulgent, and it would be ridiculous to follow Daiwan's footsteps. Giving dolls and toys? Damn, it would be strange if she doesn't treat me as a fool. Giving video games, comics, books? It seems that girls like Li Xinghua won't like it, and they will give it for free if they give it. Giving pictures? It seems that she is still forced. At least she likes painting very much."

Lao Liao walked into a gallery.

The interior is decorated in a simple and deserted manner, and there are no customers to visit, so the business seems to be bad.

There are more than 20 oil paintings hanging on the white walls, with different lengths and widths, some of which are large and small. Some are landscapes, some are still lifes, some are portraits, and the color and lines are well outlined. The author's technical skills can be regarded as superb, but the content is too rigid and does not bring any emotions, so naturally there will be no good works. The price is also very cheap, with an amplitude of between 100 and 300 yuan.

A middle-aged woman with a ponytail and dressed in a fresh dress came up, looking tired and helpless about life, and asked with a smile: "Sir, do you need any service? Our Jennis Gallery not only has excellent works for sale, but also can draw portraits or paintings of any subject or style according to your requirements." Seeing that Lao Liao dressed like a handsome young man in the turbid world, he looked very rich and coquettish, the female boss thought that the financial owner had come and spoke very respectfully.

"I need a painting to give to people as a gift, but the works you display here are not very satisfactory, just like things from the flowing production line, very rigid and not very interesting." Liao Xuebing dressed like a famous artist, "Just look at this "Border of the Danube River", I don't know what you want to express. The dusk scenery that looks like it is described in cold colors, and the picture is a bit dirty. It will only make people feel depressed when viewed, and I can't raise the idea of ​​buying and collecting at all."

The female boss's business is not good, and the gallery is about to go bankrupt. I thought that no potential customer could give up, so I smiled and said, "Dear sir. There are immature works outside. I will make you laugh. Please follow me inside? There must be something you are satisfied with."

Turning over a door, it suddenly became brighter. Several wooden racks were loaded with unfinished works, brushes and paints scattered all over the floor. There were a lot of picture frames piled up in the corner. It turned out that this was her studio.

"Who do you want to give to?"

"A cute girl, but you have all unfinished works here, it doesn't seem appropriate, right?" Lao Liao felt deceived, and saw that she looked as usual, maybe she had something good to keep.

"Is it for love? I have an oil painting that I can't find a good buyer, I think you must have a unique vision." The female boss searched in the pile of easels. Carefully took out a picture frame wrapped in white cloth, "Please sit for a while, I'll pour tea for you."

"No need, please open it and check it out? I hope it will be a little better than outside."

Pulling off the white cloth, Liao Xuebing's eyes shone with light. On the oil painting, the surrounding dim sky, a crescent moon hangs in the east corner. It is hazy and charming, a man and a woman sit side by side on the grass, only seeing the back, in front of them, the river flows quietly.

The warm scene is revealed through the painting, and a faint feeling of first love comes to the face. A very calm feeling, as if the noise and prosperity of the world are far away from them, leaving only the eternal bright moon, river and love. The viewer's viewing angle is very blurry, as if he is both a sad and calm bystander, and also like the warm protagonist in the painting.

Just one look, I could no longer look away. I seemed to jump into the painting and transform into the male protagonist. This wonderful painting makes people feel a strong sense of immersion.

"How much?" Lao Liao asked without looking back.

The female boss hesitated a little: "Two thousand, no, no, one thousand five hundred yuan is OK? This painting has been painted for three years and has worked hard. What is disappointing is that no one can admire it, and I have always been reluctant to sell it. However, the gallery's capital turnover is not effective, so I have to do it. I believe you must know the goods."

"Is there a story in the painting?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the female boss's eyes, "Yes, your vision is so good. It was a sad memory. At that time, I met the most important person in my life, although he left me forever in the end. This painting is a memory of eternal love, and I have to sell it because of the unspeakable difficulties in life, otherwise I would never have bought it."

Liao Xuebing finally looked at the woman seriously: "I admire you. The painting is full of sincere feelings. The collection cannot be drawn by ordinary painters casually. Its value is not 1,500 yuan, but 100 times that of 1,500 yuan. I am very surprised that your level is very high, why did you fall into such a field?"

The female boss smiled bitterly and said, "I don't have any reputation, and my work has not won any awards in any competition. This is the most important reason. Moreover, the location of the gallery is wrong, but the rent of the storefront is quite cheap."

The streets outside are messy, like a big market, hair salon, repair shop, grocery store, and some even set up stalls on the street. The personnel are complicated, and maybe there are gangsters who come and go to protect the money every now and then. It would be strange if there are good buyers in such a place.

The situation of the female boss touched the generous and generous Liao Dashanren. He didn't bring enough money, so he was not embarrassed. He called the butler Terry Hill to send someone to send the money over and said with a smile: "Your gallery business is not very good. Have you ever considered finding another career?"

The female boss shook her head: "I don't learn anything, I can't find a job except painting."

The servant was very efficient in his work and soon drove a box of money in a expensive sports car, and placed the brand new 150,000 yuan in front of the female boss.

The female boss was panicked: "So much? Are you planning to buy my entire studio?"

"I have already said. "Eternal Love Memorial" is one hundred times your offer." Liao Xuebing found a piece of white paper to write his name and said: "If you are not very satisfied with your current life, you can take this note to Yintian Entertainment Company to find the chairman of the CEO, Lao Langming, who will get you a good job. Yintian Company may need painters to draw covers and posters for their movies, records."

When I was so lucky, Lao Liao, who was not very focused, wrote on it: "Su Bingyun for me." He was originally going to write about Li Xinghua, but he kept remembering the name in his heart. He wrote it in a trance and didn't notice it.

...

After two or three hours of trouble outside, the school has already started afternoon classes.

I returned to the office and put the painting on the table. I lay down into the chair, kicked my feet, and stretched my waist.

"Hey, Xiao Liao, I didn't expect you to be terrified of our beautiful Su." At some point, a large number of people stood beside me and looked at the name on the packaging cloth. They were making a sound, and Song Yuhao even brought a magnifying glass to get close. Like an expert in the Guxun Store, his eyes widened and said, "That's right, the name is Su Bingyun, I'm sure."

"Ah?" Liao Xuebing jumped up and looked carefully. He was scared and sweating. Could it be that I still had fantasies about Su Bingyun, so why did I write her name? Is it fun to change it in front of everyone, and said impatiently: "Everyone goes back to my seat to sit in my seat. Is it fun to find out other people's privacy?"

At this moment, the number one beauty in Tulip High School, an art teacher who led countless heroes to compete for her, walked in. She really didn't want to enter this office and see that bad guy, but she was teaching in the same school, and she looked up and saw her. There were some intersections in her work. This was inevitable. So, for a list of students in the art interest class, she had to come over again.

"Teacher Su!" Song Yuhao didn't know where he was nervous and shouted: "Why are there any time in our office today?"

This bad guy who ate Xiao Huangdi! Su Bingyun didn't want to pay attention and nodded slightly, as if he had said hello.

Song Yuhao also called: "Teacher Su, Xiao Liao Gang bought a Christmas gift and planned to give you a surprise." "Memorial of Eternal Love" was packaged in white cloth. No one knew it was an oil painting, but since it had the words "Su Bingyun for me", it was Christmas, and I was sure it was a gift.

The male colleagues who have a good time in any company will play tricks on each other, and the school is no exception. Su Bingyun thought they were joking with him and Liao Xuebing, so he simply stopped responding to avoid them from becoming more and more greedy. Besides, this is a uncomfortable topic and he is reluctant to think about it easily.

Everyone felt that it was harmless. Yu Dinglou relied on his identity as a grade director and relied on his seniority to shoot Liao Xuebing's head and pretended to be angry: "Xiao Liao, why don't you send the things over quickly and ask Teacher Su to come to you in person?"

The white cloth said "My Su Bingyun" in black. Lao Liao was full of bitterness and didn't know who to talk to. It was not good not to say anything, but he really shouted "Get out of here, this is for Li Xinghua!" He really couldn't do such a stupid thing.

Su Bingyun's eyes flashed past and found a beautifully packaged thing on his table. Everyone was shouting desperately, not like a joke, and his heart began to jump wildly.

At the same time, Liao Xuebing was also turning his mind wildly. The words on the white cloth were written very clearly, and everyone was staring at the fun. If he didn't give it, it would become a joke. If he gave it, if Su Bingyun refused again, he could jump off the third floor.

Su Bingyun pretended not to hear the yelling of his colleagues, and walked towards the list of classes that needed interest, Teacher Yang thought nervously: "If he is really sincere, should I forgive him? But why is he with Li Xinghua?"
Chapter completed!