He can play whatever I like

The business car slowly drove out of the seashore where the hotel was located, and passed by the famous tourist attractions on the island. Zou Yun looked at the crowds outside the window, huddled in a corner of the back seat and hugged his upper arms tightly.

The front and rear seats in the car are completely separated, and there are only him and Xiao Sa in the back seat. Although the space is spacious, it is really a closed space for two people, and he is so nervous that he can't breathe.

The car slowly drove out of the island's unique and enthusiastic street scene, and drove into a small path. Without the crowd of beach shorts and straw hats, Zou Yun gradually became less nervous, because he was completely attracted by the scenery outside the window.

The path is narrow, just enough to accommodate the width of the car, and there are unknown tropical yellow flowers on both sides, which inexplicably gives people a feeling of relaxation, like a path leading to a paradise.

After the car stopped, the driver in white gloves opened the door politely. Zou Yun got out of the car and thanked the driver politely. When he looked up and saw the sign above his head, he suddenly froze——

Lost in the painting...

Inn.

Xiao Sa finally brought him out of the hotel, just to take him to another inn?

"Don't be nervous, Brother Yun." Xiao Sa got off the car, as if seeing Zou Yun's hesitation, and explained in a low voice behind him: "It's just an oil painting themed hotel."

Zou Yun recalled what Mr. Zhao had said before that Zhenyun Group's big move in the second half of the year was the real estate project, and he went out with Xiao Sa this time, in name only for a field trip.

"You want to..." He grabbed the strap of his backpack tightly, which contained the materials he had sorted out before, "Open a hotel?"

"Yes." Xiao Sa nodded, "Art-themed hotel."

This answer is not surprising, but Zou Yun looked back at the empty path that he came to just now, as well as the empty scene in front of him, he always felt something strange.

"There is no reservation here, so you can't come in at all." Xiao Sa always seemed to be able to read Zou Yun's doubts. After explaining with a smile, he took two steps forward and walked into the door, then turned to Zou Yun and said, "The boss is a very interesting person. you will like it."

Although there was a signboard of "Inn" hanging outside the door, Zou Yunzhen found out why it was called "Lost in the Painting" when he entered the door.

When he entered the door, he saw a rather exquisite oil painting. The author is a young oil painter who has only become famous internationally in the past two years, and the pair in front of him is the author's famous work that was sold at an auction house back then.

Zou Yun carefully looked at the oil painting in front of him. Although he had seen it countless times in magazines, he had never had the honor of seeing the real one. Although he was not sure whether the painting in front of him was a copy, at least he could be sure that it could be copied to this extent. Those who do not check their own level.

He walked in step by step along the paintings, and there were oil paintings on both sides of the corridor, many of which he had seen in magazines and periodicals, even if he hadn't seen them, they were all quite artistic; he even met many of them Appreciate the works of cutting-edge painters.

It is called an inn here, but it is more like a gallery. There are not many people visiting the exhibition. Only a few people stop to admire the paintings they like, or bow their heads in meditation. They are probably like Zou Yun, fascinated by the paintings. out of the way.

Until he walked into a painter's personal exhibition area, he had completely forgotten Xiao Sa's existence.

This painter is called Lin Sen, who has only risen in the past ten years, and has become famous. It can be said that he is the best among the new domestic oil painters; Zou Yun had the honor to meet Lin Sen when he held a solo exhibition in Guanhai City a few years ago. , At that time, he ate two meals with a pack of instant noodles and saved money for two months before he gritted his teeth and bought a ticket.

In addition to the famous foreign oil painters in history, Lin Sen can be regarded as Zou Yun's favorite domestic painter, but the other party is low-key. After that art exhibition, he rarely saw news about Lin Sen's recent situation.

Because he has seen the original works with his own eyes, and now he is standing in Lin Sen's personal exhibition area, he can be sure that every picture here is from Lin Sen's own handwriting, and many of them should be new works in the past two years. The works have made great progress, and there are also new attempts and explorations in style.

He was so excited that he was on the verge of tears.

"Hello." Suddenly a strange voice appeared in front of him, "I'm Lin Sen."

He raised his head in surprise and looked at the man standing in front of him, about 40 years old, with shoulder-length hair and a goatee beard, and politely extended his hand to himself.

"You are Zou Yun, right?" Lin Sen withdrew his hand, looked at Zou Yun who was completely stunned, and was not unhappy, "Mr. Xiao showed me your painting, the beautiful boy under the sunset—"

"very good."

He smiled gently, "Have confidence in yourself."

After Lin Sen finished speaking, he turned and left, Zou Yun was still in place.

Lin Sen can be regarded as his idol for many years, not only in terms of painting.

He had seen some interviews about Lin Sen in his early years.

Lin Sen was also a child of an orphanage. He also did design for his livelihood when he was young. Later, in order to pursue his dream, he slept in an underground passage when he was poor, but he persisted in creating, and finally won an award in an international competition. It became popular.

In the previous exhibitions, Zou Yun could clearly see a watershed in Lin Sen's works. The previous paintings were full of realistic coldness, and the style was bold and sharp, while the later ones gradually became warmer and softer.

Later he learned about Lin Sen's life. Before and after that creative watershed, Lin Sen experienced marriage, married a beloved woman, had a lovely daughter and a perfect family.

Zou Yun is envious.

He envied Lin Sen's talent, envied Lin Sen's persistence, envied Lin Sen's opportunities, and even more envied Lin Sen's complete life.

"Like it?"

Zou Yun didn't know when Xiao Sa came to him, but he heard Xiao Sa's familiar voice whispering in his ear: "Don't envy others, brother Yun—"

"You can too."

The latest real estate project of Zhenyun Group is indeed an art-themed hotel. In the planning plan, several art-themed corridors will be built around the hotel, covering various aspects such as art, music, and literature, and leading directly to the theme hotel in the center.

After Xiao Sa finished his brief introduction, he bowed and looked Zou Yun in the eye, "Brother Yun, you can also have your own gallery."

Own your own gallery, exhibit your own paintings, use your own paintbrush to support yourself and your own dreams; no longer have to listen to those unreasonable and difficult parties, and use terrible aesthetics to guide your creation——

This is the life that Zou Yun dreamed of, but he didn't even dare to dream about it.

All this is too far away from him, even with Tang Tang, his best friend, he dare not mention it.

How did Xiao Sa know?

"When I go to the company every day, I see that you are very tired. I have already urged the company to speed up the progress of Huashang; but Huashang's case is over. Not only did I not see your condition get better, but it even got worse."

Xiao Sa looked at Zou Yun with distressed eyes, and stretched out his hand to gently wrap around Zou Yun's shoulder.

"Brother Yun, you are too thin, someone should take good care of you."

"You don't like your current job at all. You like painting, and you are talented enough to enjoy this job. You just need a platform to show yourself." He looked at Zou Yun sincerely, "Even if you give yourself a chance, don't refuse it. I--"

"OK?"

Zou Yun has to admit that it is impossible not to be moved. If he didn't really like painting, he would not have gritted his teeth and insisted on studying in the Academy of Fine Arts.

He may never have another chance like this in his life, and he is really moved.

But also scared.

Because the person who gave him this opportunity was Xiao Sa——

Someone who had lied to him.

"Why help me?" He looked at Xiao Sa, the corners of his eyes were moist, "Last time it was a house, this time it's a gallery. What do you want me to exchange with you?"

"I admit, I have selfish intentions." Xiao Sa slowly lowered his eyelashes, and said softly.

Shen Du said that he is a natural actor, and he doesn't mind others saying that he is full of lies; he has a way of saying ten thousand different beautiful words to deceive Zou Yun, but in the end he still tells the truth.

He didn't know when he started, he couldn't lie to Zou Yun as calmly as before——

He is selfish.

How many times he was in the car from a distance, watching Zou Yun rushing to Party A's company with stacks of documents in his arms; How many mornings, he quietly followed Zou Yun on the way to work, but he could only look at the other's tired back from behind.

"Can't I be distressed?" He said distressedly: "You shouldn't be dictated by that group of nonsense Party A, Brother Yun—"

"You can paint what you like best, but you should do what you like."

"Brother Yun." He gently pulled Zou Yun into his arms, "I know I lied to you, I know you hate me..."

"I also know I was wrong..."

"If you think this is an exchange, then I can't deny it. I have selfish intentions. I want to see you every day when I wake up, but if you don't want to, at least let me see your paintings."

"Even if you can't forgive me, don't make things difficult for yourself..."