My Open Life [Quick Transmigration]

It’s really comfortable to sleep until I wake up naturally. I glanced at the alarm clock time on the bedside table, oh my god, it’s three o’clock in the afternoon, and I slept until three o’clock in the afternoon the next day. I feel very comfortable when I’m full.

Stretch your waist, stretch your limbs, get up, brush your teeth and wash your face, order a pizza, and eat it quietly by yourself. This life is not comfortable.

Leaning comfortably on the sofa, turning on the laptop, and finishing the overtime work as soon as possible, I heard the sound of the keyboard beating in the huge living room. Three hours later, the night fell and the work was finally done.

Shaking her sore neck a few times, Xiaoxiao came down for a walk, and the day passed like this.

Walking in the garden of the community, the autumn in Beijing is also very cold. After an hour, I returned home, opened the notebook again, and glanced at the stocks and funds bought by the original owner.All very good, steady growth.

Xiaoxiao thought about whether to sell all the stock funds and buy another house. The house price at this time is not the highest, and there is still a lot of room for growth. She can still take this opportunity to earn some money.

The original owner is a gold collar of the company, with a high annual salary, plus she likes to think about stocks and funds, so she can make money well.I am only 31 years old now, but I already have my own real estate and a car, and I didn't let my parents pay a penny.

The area near the third ring road and the fourth ring road has its own real estate, which is already very good.Of the four brothers and sisters in the family, only he has the best conditions.

The eldest brother, the second brother, and the third sister, the conditions of the three families are not bad, but not very good.

Xiaoxiao is now a fashion designer, a cutting-edge designer, well-known in the industry, and a designer that the company particularly values.

The original owner was moving towards the position of design director. When he left, the original owner was no longer obsessed with the position of design director. Xiaoxiao thought that she could become independent, set up her own clothing design studio, and have her own independent store. However, these slow plans cannot be established casually.

Thinking about these seems to be a thousand things, and I don’t know what to do. Is the stock fund to be held for a long time, or is it going to sell to buy a house, or use the money to set up a personal studio.These all require careful consideration.

The next day, Xiaoxiao was walking casually on the street, ready to check the market and inquire about it, and unknowingly came to this art street. The people who came here were some so-called artists and art enthusiasts.There are also some people who want to improve their taste, this place is quite popular.Taking a quick look at each family, some of them are art that Xiaoxiao disagrees with, and that is also called art. Xiaoxiao, an old monster who has gone through many generations, really can't understand it.

As I was walking, I saw a group of besieged crowds. Chinese people always like to be lively and watch the excitement. Xiaoxiao is also a little curious. This is definitely not a place where aunts and sisters-in-law quarrel. A little bit, how could it be possible to quarrel like shrews swearing at the street, but there was indeed the sound of quarreling inside, Xiaoxiao squeezed and squeezed, and finally squeezed in. What she saw was a white-haired old man with a blushing face and a thick neck pointing at a picture hanging on the wall. The calligraphers and painters outside spoke loudly, "You guys, this is art, bullshit art, don't use the guise of art to sensationalize the public, you are insulting the precious wealth handed down by your ancestors, this is called art, in my opinion, even handed down Graffiti isn't even that, it's just a piece of shit."

As the old man spoke, he held his aching chest, feeling like Xizi was holding his heart, but the beads of sweat on his forehead told everyone that this old man was really not just pretending.It really hurts, but the owner of the art, a middle-aged man, was trembling with anger, and he was so angry. There came such an unreasonable old man, who ruined his own good deeds. Originally, a local tyrant wanted to buy it under his own flickering. It looks like it might be yellowing.

Damn old man, it's really terrible.

Xie Ke, the owner of the painting, could only say patiently, "Master, this is art, you don't understand art."

It's just that your old man is a vulgar person who knows some art, so don't meddle in it.

"Art, you are bullshit art, you just wave it around a few times and it's art, it's really embarrassing."

The old man didn't look at Xie Ke's face, and he blew his beard and stared at his eyes. He was not polite at all, but although the old man's voice was loud, he didn't have enough breath in Xiaoxiao's ears. It will fall down in a moment.

At this time, a middle-aged man came out from the crowd. He was well-dressed and had an extraordinary appearance. He looked like a high-ranking man. He came out and stood in the middle of the crowd, and said to the old man and Xie Ke: "Old man, how about you?" With this brother, if you argue like this, you won’t get any results. Why don’t you draw a picture again and tell everyone clearly what art is, real art. Do you think this method is good?”

"Okay, I agree." Regardless of his physical discomfort, the old man gritted his teeth and agreed to the middle-aged man's request. He wanted to tell ordinary people what art is in front of these people, and don't blindly believe these liars, what post-modern art, what the hell Abstract art, in the eyes of the elderly, is bullshit. Calligraphy and painting must have real objects. Through the characters or scenery on the screen..., you can tell the people who look at the paintings that some things are not random graffiti or some bullshit art. The old man has never Knowing why these people's vision and aesthetics are so poor, he doesn't understand that painting can express the mood and the meaning that the painter wants to express, not to deceive people and the public indiscriminately under the guise of art.

Xie Ke's face was very ugly. Could it be that he wanted to show his ugliness in front of everyone, but the old man agreed, and if he didn't agree, he really said that he was just scribbling, why was he so unlucky today.

Bite the bullet and nodded in agreement, "I agree."

Soon chairs and long tables, as well as drawing boards and chairs were placed, and more and more people surrounded them.

Xiaoxiao also stopped to take a look, and the old man and Xie Ke were also getting ready. In this art street, there were things they wanted everywhere. The old man sat on a chair, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then stood up and splashed ink. On the rice paper, draw the most memorable landscapes in the past.

Xie Ke was anxious, he had no inspiration for what he was painting, and he couldn’t make the first stroke for a long time, his face was flushed, and he was very embarrassed. When Xie Ke was embarrassed, the old man had almost finished painting, and there were many art streets. The so-called artists who opened a shop or lived here came to see them. In front of these people, Xie Ke didn’t dare to write casually. He would rather say that he had no inspiration at that time, and he couldn’t draw some messy paintings at this time and become a laughing stock. In the art circle, you can't waste your little reputation.

After waiting for a long time, the old man's painting was finished. Some young people present took videos of the reasons for the dispute between the old man and Xie Ke and the subsequent fight.

As the old man stopped painting and sat down, many people gathered around, and everyone was amazed. Xiaoxiao could tell at a glance that the old man's painting style was inherited from the "Wu School of Painting" in the Ming Dynasty.

In the later period, the works are full of life breath, derived from nature, with fresh and elegant pictures, and the artistic conception is ethereal and open.This painting is a rare good painting at first glance, the people around spontaneously applauded, many insiders, and many people gave the old man a thumbs up.

Some people are also wondering who this old man is, don't they know him?Famous painters in China also know it. Although some don't know them, they still know what they look like, not the old man in front of them.Constantly speeding up the search in my mind, who is it, such an old man popped up suddenly, I really can't figure it out.

After the old man finished his paintings, he asked everyone to appreciate them one by one, and asked everyone: "What is art? In my personal opinion, art is a silent story. Every painting, whether it is the painting itself or behind the painting, is composed of stories. , we can accept Western things, but we can’t accept them blindly. When we learn advanced Western things, we must extract the essence and discard the dross. Then we must be responsible to the public, especially our children. We cannot influence their perception of art and let the public have a misjudgment of art. Everything is a work of art. I can’t understand it. If you don’t understand, just splash a few colors on the canvas to become a work of art. Is there any connotation to give these colors? No, nothing, it becomes a work of art, no matter what The paintings that can become mainstream national treasures at home and abroad all have stories and patterns. They cannot be called national treasures with just a few swipes. Many people in modern times admire Western culture and forget that their own country has a richer cultural heritage. It's deplorable."

"Papapapapapapa", there was thunderous applause around, everyone agreed with what the old man said, indeed, their ancestors left a rich cultural heritage, and people nowadays are too keen to go to the West and learn from the West However, I didn’t fully understand the things left by my ancestors, but blindly catered to some Western things, so those things are not necessarily the best.

Xiaoxiao also applauded desperately, what the old man said was really good, really good.

The applause continued for a long time, and the old man was very pleased to see everyone like this.I hope that more people will inherit the culture of their own country.These are the profound sense of history of a country. From these things, we can trace back to the development of the country, and how the ancients lived, how they developed, and how they went through dynasties. You can get a glimpse of it from these treasures.

Finally, the old man took his painting and left quietly.Not leaving a name and not hyping, this is the life attitude of the older generation, not staying for fame and fortune.

There is something moving in my heart, something to look forward to.Yes, can I also change the design direction, instead of blindly pursuing things that I am not very familiar with.

In a deeper sense, clothing represents the national culture of the country, and only national ones belong to the world.The ultimate goal of being a fashion designer is not just to simply design clothes, but to establish one's own clothing brand and convey one's design ideas to everyone, even to every corner of the world, in different ways.Xiaoxiao has a rough idea in her heart, but it will take longer time and various preparations to perfect it.

Another day wandered around like this, and when I got home, I took out the manuscript paper, and kept drawing back and forth on it with a pen, and kept changing it.I haven't found the meaning I want to express.

Xiaoxiao, who wanted to understand, relaxed all over, listening to Jun's words was better than reading for ten years.

Monday is the beginning of another week. Xiaoxiao appeared in the company brightly. She has worked in this company for many years and is also an important designer of the company. It can be harmoniously integrated with clothing.

"Xiaoxiao, morning."

"Morning, Yu Tong."

"morning!"

"morning!"

From the common office area to her own office, Xiaoxiao kept saying hello all the way. Xiaoxiao is very popular in the company, and many people like this unpretentious famous designer very much.

Turning on the computer, Xiaoxiao felt a headache when she thought of the group of designs to be completed recently. She and the team had revised it many times, but the director couldn't get it through.

Xiaoxiao knew that the old man had always been wary of her and listed herself as an imaginary enemy.

When I arrived at the company early in the morning, my happy mood disappeared. I really didn't want to see the old man's face, but today is Monday. They have a regular meeting in their design department, so they must attend.

Ning Xia, the director of the design department, is a designer who no longer has design inspiration, but has worked in the company for many years and has some contacts. Since the director resigned a few years ago, he has taken over as the director.From Xiaoxiao's point of view, his job as a director has always been on the verge of collapse. As long as he sees a promising designer in the design department, his eyes are not eyes, his nose is not his nose, and he is lustful. Designers or design assistants will start thinking about diving.Xiaoxiao couldn't see this old man the most, he was like a beast.However, there are also those who take the initiative to send them to the door, those who are willing to be submerged, and they are all people who are eager to be in the top position.Xiaoxiao was noncommittal.

In the small conference room of the design department, Ning Xia looked at the silent designers in front of her, feeling extremely angry inside, "Chen Xiaoxiao, you are an old man in the company and a designer, tell me when the spring designs will come out."

Xiaoxiao, who buried her head in silence, raised her head, looked at the designers around her, and then said slowly, "Director, ask me, and I want to ask you again, how many times our team has sent you design drawings, what do you say?" I was satisfied once, now ask me, I don’t know, I’m not the last one to decide. Ask yourself.”

The tone was not good and he didn't give him face, Ning Xia's face was very ugly, and he made a blind decision in anger: "Well, Li Xiaofang is in charge of the spring clothing design this time, and you have been tired for so long, Have a good rest."

"Thank you director for being considerate. I just had a good rest during this time and spent time with my parents. The director can always surprise people at critical moments. Oh, and the pictures I designed for the spring style were officially filed early in the morning. , I hope the director will not accidentally mistake the name of the designer. I have also filed for the rest of our team, and they are all in their names. Please also check carefully when the director releases new design drawings."

Xiaoxiao's words were like a slap in the face. Ningxia's crooked idea was punctured all of a sudden, and Chen Xiaoxiao would ruin her own affairs. Whenever she finds an opportunity to kick her out, YL company will do it.

This woman is really in the way, she is not weak at all, and she has repeatedly ruined her own affairs.It's really annoying, and her ability also makes me uneasy.

"Chen Xiaoxiao, don't worry! My eyes are very good, and I don't know how to do such unscrupulous things. Don't think people are so dirty."

Ning Xia was so angry, this Chen Xiaoxiao was a little too angry, I really wanted to kick her out right now.

After working in the company for a whole day, when it was time to get off work, Xiaoxiao picked up her bag and left without hesitation, and also greeted those colleagues outside, "Let's go, get off work."

"Yes, thanks to the director's blessing, I can get off work normally. I can also go home early for dinner, and I don't need to take a taxi. I can save money and take the subway home. In the past, sometimes it was too late to work overtime, and there was no subway or bus. I can take a taxi to go back, I don’t know how much it cost to take a taxi, but now I’m fine, I can save some money and take the subway back.”

Ming Jia from the design department said with a smile that she also hates Ningxia, that pig the most.He is not polite when speaking, and he is full of troublemakers. Like Xiaoxiao, he is a character with a bad personality.He and Xiaoxiao are very good.

"Ming Jia, let's go, are you together?"

"Xiaoxiao, I'm going home today. I don't go the same way as you, so we can't be together."

"I'm not talking about you. A rich second generation hangs out among our prostitutes every day, and pretends to be poor. He insists on taking the bus and subway by himself. He really knows how to play."

In the elevator, there were only Xiaoxiao and Mingjia, and Xiaoxiao complained about Mingjia, "Hey, my hands are tight recently, don't you know that my old man has canceled all my cards, only this salary card, instead of taking the bus or subway?" What."

Mingjia sighed deeply, and looked at Xiaoxiao sadly, implying that he was not as rich as Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao raised her head and laughed, Mingjia also has today, and the Ming family seems to have forced Mingjia to live a life where she cannot buy things without a credit card.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao, laughing at you to death. You are happy to see my sister in such a mess, a guy who gloats at other people's misfortune, and has no sisterly love at all."

"Hmph, you are poor, and you still have a sister with me, there is no way." Xiaoxiao walked out of the elevator with her head up.

Sitting on the sofa, Xiaoxiao took stock of her property status. The deposit in the bank card was only 100 million, and the fund stocks together added up to a maximum of 200 million. These were all her deposits other than the house over the years. After buying the house, I didn't have much savings, but I earned it back from stocks in the past few years.I don't know if these ventures are enough.

There is also the 20 that the original owner borrowed from the elder brother’s family to buy a house last time. I don’t know if it can be taken back.

After looking at it carefully at home for a few times, there is nothing valuable, and I can’t sell anything if I want to sell it. It seems that I have to find another way.

The phone rang, "The master answered the phone, the master answered the phone...", Xiaoxiao quickly picked up the name on the phone, "Dad, how are you doing recently?"

"No, I've been feeling unwell recently."

"Dad, why don't I go home to pick you up tomorrow, and accompany you to the hospital for an examination."

The old man was sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs, holding a mobile phone and a photo in his hand, in a very good mood.

"Okay, you come to pick me up and take me to the hospital for a check-up. It's my youngest who loves me."

The old man managed another little conspiracy. He felt happy just thinking about it alone. He asked his wife to let him have a drink at night.

"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Don't eat breakfast. You'd better go on an empty stomach and don't drink water. I'll take you to have a big meal after the examination at the hospital."

"Okay, okay, tomorrow I will ask my daughter's blessing to have a big meal."

The old man hung up the phone happily, and was having fun by himself. He was the only one at home, and his wife went shopping to buy some things for the family. Only he was at home alone, so he dared to call and cheat on the youngest.

Xiaoxiao drove home early in the morning to pick up cheap dad, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

The car stopped in front of the gate, Xiaoxiao pushed the door open, and arrived before anyone came. Mother Chen was wearing an apron, holding chives in her hand, and quickly greeted her like this, "My daughter is back, mom will let you down." The dumplings are made last night, they are fresh."

"Okay, Mom, I miss you so much."

"Hmph, why don't you come back to see me? You are the only one who coaxes me with your sweet tongue."

"Isn't there no time? You see, as soon as I have time, I will come back."

"It's not bad, the tired bird has returned to its nest, live at home today, don't go back to the house you bought."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Well, I'll ask your elder brother and sister to come back for dinner at night. It's been a long time since the whole family had a happy reunion."

"I cooperate unconditionally."

What else can I say?

"That's good, I thought you were busy again?"

I heard that there is no master in this family who is easy to serve, and they are all full of personality.If there is no good fault, I shouldn't be soft-hearted and send it to my door.

"If you say you're not busy, you're a little busy, but if you say you're busy, you're not very busy."

"Look at you kid, you said it with a tongue twister, just say that you are busy or not."

Amid Chen's mother's nagging, Xiaoxiao drove Chen's father to the central hospital. Chen's family has mostly gone to the central hospital for medical treatment these years.

The author has something to say: Happy May Day to all the beauties! ! !