My years as a menswear boss

People always become very vulnerable when they are sick, whether it is physically or mentally.

As the villain Jiqiu is no exception, she rests her head on Dantès' arm, showing her weakness and helplessness.

Dantès thought for a while, took off his coat, put on silk pajamas, and lay down himself.

Jiqiu hugged Dantès' waist, enjoying his smooth service, feeling stupid in his heart, "Dad, I want to hear you tell me a story."

This stumps the man, who lost his mother when he was young and has been brought up by his father without anyone ever telling him a bedtime story.

But looking down at the cub in his arms, his heart began to soften, "If you want to hear it, I can tell the previous story."

Dantès slowly told the story of how he had just become a sailor, met the old captain who treated him well, and then with his momentum, he made the crew recognize him as the first mate on the ship.

"...I should have realized from then on that Tangglass was also delusional about becoming the next captain.

It's a pity that I was blinded by my self-confidence, and I wanted to fulfill the old captain's last wish. Unexpectedly, I fell into their trap and made a wrong step. "

Dantès recalled the past years, as a bystander, he discovered the place he had been neglected, and sighed heavily, "Don't you be like me, Simon... Simon?"

Jiqiu had already fallen asleep, she smacked her lips, recalled the bitter herbal smell, and frowned dissatisfiedly in her sleep.

"Good night, Simon." Dantès kissed the hair on the top of the boy's head lightly, and made a booing gesture to the kitten who jumped onto the bed.

Standing on the bed, Xiaojuzi stretched out a big one, stepped on the little paws to make cat cakes on the pillow next to Jiqiu's head, and snored a little.

When Jiqiu woke up the next day, Dantès beside her was nowhere to be seen. She reached out and touched her forehead, and the fever had subsided.It's just that the body is still weak after recovering from a serious illness, without any strength.

She got off the bed with bare feet, leaned on the wall and walked out of the bedroom, and was immediately put on soft rabbit fur slippers by the attentive servant, "Where is my father?"

"Master, he is practicing sword in the garden, and he doesn't know that you have woken up." The tall manservant replied respectfully, "Please allow me to report this matter to him immediately."

Jiqiu supported his aching head, "Well, you can go."

She thought of Dantès' gentle and deep voice when she told the story last night, and she couldn't help sighing that her guardian was her father and mother, and one person took on two roles at the same time.

"Gululu~~~~" Jiqiu rubbed her stomach in annoyance when she heard a loud sound from her stomach. She hadn't eaten for a day, and she began to call out to Dantès in her heart, "Daddy, Fanfan , hungry~~~'

After a while, Dantès' figure appeared at the corner of the corridor. He quickly stepped forward and hugged Jiqiu by the waist, "You just came out of the fever, why did you run out without clothes?"

"I'm hungry." Jiqiu hugged her old father like a little koala, buried her little head on his neck, "I want to eat cheese puff pastry."

"I've asked the chef to prepare it, you'd better stay on the bed obediently." Dantès put Jiqiu on the big soft bed, and he pressed his forehead against the boy's forehead, confirming once again .

Dantès canceled all Jiqiu's courses. He guessed that his eldest baby's illness might be oppressed by so many heavy schoolwork he arranged. The man has abandoned his original intention of raising young people into talents. He used to despise and spoil children the most. parents, now I have realized the thoughts of those parents.

Jiqiu stayed on the bed, wrapped herself into a cake roll, rolled around on the big bed, was extremely bored, started to play with the little orange, pinched its pink meat pad, and buried her head on its chubby belly to suck .

"Meow!" Xiaojuzi was annoyed by her master, she kept patting the quilt with her tail, and threw it away as soon as Jiqiu let go, because she didn't want to pay attention to boring humans.

The only pastime ran away, and Jiqiu fell into boredom again. She turned her head and glanced at the white paper beside her, and suddenly thought, "Frank!"

"Little master, what are your orders?" A servant dressed as a butler pushed the door open and entered.

"Find me a drawing board and charcoal pencils."

Jiqiu put the drawing board on her lap, picked up a charcoal pencil and began to paint on it, and soon the outline came out.

After Dantès came back from dealing with the business, he picked up Jiqiu's painting and began to look at it, "It's a good painting, son, how clear your lines are!"

"But...you took the painting upside down." Jiqiu twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at Dantès who was lying seriously.

"Oh, sorry. You know your father never learned anything as refined as oil painting."

Dantès put the drawing board aside in embarrassment. He was telling the truth. After all, in the Chateau d'If, Priest Faria could not conjure up a painting for him to teach him to appreciate. What the priest taught him was life. Common sense, as well as academics.

"But if you are interested in this, I can ask a painter to teach you how to draw."

Dantès habitually put his hand on Jiqiu's head and rubbed it, and he put his remaining kindness on the boy.

The little devil who didn't know that he had Dantès' last conscience lowered his head for a moment, and nodded in agreement with the man's decision.

Dantès hired a painter named Grabasur with a beard and a beret. He took out an apple and handed it to Jiqiu, "Please draw the apple in your eyes, young master."

Jiqiu began to draw apples honestly. The first time she drew apples was done by Graibasur, and the second time was to change the position of apples so that the boy could continue to draw apples.

After she drew apples for a week, Grabasur finally showed a satisfied smile, "You are more talented than I thought."

He began to teach Jiqiu some basic skills, and taught her what he had learned all his life.

Jiqiu studied painting under the painter Grabasur for three full years, and she has a systematic understanding of contemporary painters.

After the death of Jacques Louis David, the mainstream faction in the art world is gradually transforming from the classical school to the romantic school.

"Children, choosing your own suitable painting school is a very important process. It can affect your life experience. I have seen too many painters who have gone the wrong way, and they have all disappeared in the waves of history." Glei Basur Said to his students.

"I will seriously consider this matter, teacher." Jiqiu said softly, she looked at the painter with a long beard, "I hope your journey goes well, my father will arrange the sea route for you."

Grebasur touched Jiqiu's head with a smile. He had stayed in one realm for too long, and it was time to leave Florence and seek inspiration in a new land.

Jiqiu sat on a high stool and observed the blank canvas in front of her. She had nothing in her mind. In order to cultivate her painting hobby, Dantès spent a lot of money to buy many works of the most popular contemporary painters.

However, none of them are what she wants. What Jiqiu needs is a unique style, so that future generations can immediately think of her when they see this painting.

She looked at the studio where she was, surrounded by various plaster figures and molds for various paintings.

Jiqiu picked up the palette and squeezed out the paint from the paint tube. She didn't adjust the color immediately, but directly dipped the paintbrush into the paint and smeared it on the canvas.

Jiqiu soaked herself in the studio for a whole day. When she left the canvas, her feet were numb after sitting on the stool for a long time. She looked at the painting full of strong personal colors in front of her, and blinked her eyes. Was this drawn by her? ?

Dantès looked at the shocking colors in front of him. He had learned to appreciate paintings while buying paintings over the years, and he couldn't recognize which school his son's paintings belonged to.

But the man pressed his heart wisely, "We are going to have dinner with the Duke of Tuscany tonight, how about taking your painting with you as a gift?"

"Oh, okay." Jiqiu nodded her head, she didn't take the painting she drew at heart, she was very generous to satisfy her father's desire to show off her cub to others.

The Duke of Tuscany was the one who sold Monte Cristo to Dantès, and Dantès had established a business friendship with him over the years.

Dantès still had a little gratitude in his heart for the territory that the duke had unknowingly gifted him with wealth.

"Dear Earl, our family welcomes you very much." The Duke of Tuscany stretched out his arms and hugged Dantès, and at the same time noticed the little tail beside his friend, "This is Simon. It's so big!"

Jiqiu did the standard etiquette, and she noticed the little girl beside the Duke who was poking around.

"This is my youngest daughter, Amelia, who is about the same age as Simon. I think you will have a lot in common."

The Duke of Tuscany reached out and touched the little girl's head, signaling her to come forward to communicate with the boy, but unfortunately his own daughter was still very shy, holding on to the corner of his robe tightly, not letting go at all.

Dantès and the Duke of Tuscany praised each other's children before they came to the living room. They exchanged business and some precious treasures at the auction.

"Dear Earl, you are too polite to even prepare a gift." The Duke of Tuscany ordered someone to bring up Dantès's gift, "Look at the shape, is it a painting? Let me guess it is Which painter."

Dantès smiled and shook his head, "This is not the work of some famous artist, it was drawn by my son."

"Oh, children's creativity is always unconstrained, and I look forward to it even more." The Duke of Tuscany took the knife from the servant and decided to open the gift himself.

Soon, an oil painting with strong colors was presented, and the Duke's vision was shocked. He tried to identify which school the painting belonged to.

"I can't identify which school this painting belongs to." The Duke of Tuscany shook his head, and he asked Dantès with a puzzled look, "My friend, maybe you can explain it to me."

Jiqiu is also curious about how her guardian will explain the painting she drew blindly.

Dantès was startled. He never thought that the duke didn't know the painting school, but he couldn't hurt his little boy's enthusiasm for painting. He looked down at Jiqiu's golden eyes, "It belongs to Fauvism, dear duke .”

He was immediately convinced by his explanation, the boy's golden animal pupils did not just correspond to this impactful oil painting, how appropriate is the word Fauvism.

Jiqiu people have already lost their minds, the school of Fauvism only appeared in the late nineteenth century to the early twentieth century!