green eyes

After my body basically recovered, I started to work. At Julie’s studio, I did everything the assistants could do. Some big clients who I knew asked me to design by myself, and I didn’t care about waiting. I don’t care about the time, but I still have to hurry up and do it. The reputation of the studio is hard-won. I have neither a good education nor a strong background. Customers accumulated through word of mouth.

This is a career that I have personally achieved over the years. Although it is meager, I cherish it very much.In this world, as long as you persevere towards a goal, you can basically achieve something...except for love.

But there are many other things in life besides love.

The large work table is full of design tools and drawing paper, computers, IPADs, and digital boards.Cheng Jun was very interested at the beginning. He used the special pen for IPAD to draw with great interest for a while, and said: "You can use the IPAD to paint and modify repeatedly. It is very convenient. Why do you still need to draw by hand?"

I immersed myself in the painting, and replied casually: "I am more used to hand-painting, and I will scan and upload it before modifying and processing... I think the combination of the two is more spiritual."

Cheng Jun smiled and said: "You were clearly a master of science back then, but now you are full of artistic atmosphere in a second, it's really surprising."

Without saying a word, I lightly wiped out the shadows on the drawing, and after a while I said calmly, "You're wrong, it's the smell of copper." Forced by life, every blueprint is a symbol of A Duwu, Where is the kind of elegant art that I learned? Everything is learned for the sake of selling money and practicality. The purpose is clear and the smell of money is all over my body. He only sees that I look good now. A picture costs ten yuan per piece.Cheng Jun remained silent, went to the bookshelf to look for books to read, and asked after a while, "Can I read the drawing?"

I looked up and saw that he was pointing to a large stack of sketches in the desk grid, which had turned yellow, and said with a nod, "That's the sketches I drew when I was just learning design. Feel free to read the book."

He smiled: "I just wanted to see how you changed from an ugly duckling to a swan."

I sneered, ignored him, and concentrated on painting.

After drawing a large picture, I put it into the scanner to scan, and I saw that Jun was leaning on the bookshelf and flipping through the manuscripts. The shadow of the bookshelf covered his face, and there seemed to be a shadow. In fact, those old drawings were only when I went to G City to learn painting. The old draft of the painting, I don't even remember what I drew. He looked up to see that I had finished the painting, took out a picture and stood it up, with a smile on his lips: "This lady model looks pretty pretty."

When I glanced over, the brushwork was poor, the lines were messy, the light and shadow were very unclear, and I could vaguely see long curly hair, deep eye sockets, clear facial features, and a calm smile... It was Ding Yun, I smiled and said: "She is The teacher who taught me the basics of design... She taught me everything from painting skills to computer design... Now she has gone abroad to get married, and I haven't contacted her for a long time."

Cheng Jun had a half-smile: "Teacher? It seems... this teacher looks like Cheng Xiaoxiao."

I was stunned for a while: "Who is Cheng Xiaoxiao?"

The smile on Cheng Jun's face suddenly brightened: "An irrelevant person, just forget it - you used to be good at science, and always thought you should go to a university of science and engineering, but you didn't expect to study design in the end. Which university is it?"

The corners of my mouth froze, and I turned to pour black tea: "What are these universities in China, and how many do you know?" I brought him a cup of tea.He said that he had looked for me, and asked about me with his classmates... It's ridiculous, in fact, as long as you inquire about me with your high school classmates, you will know that my third year of high school, which has become a joke in the whole school, did not even take the college entrance examination. I left in a panic, and went south to start my migrant worker career—the current university degree, but later I got a self-examination diploma in a local university in G City with part-time work and part-study. Among the designers, it's so shabby...so I need to work twice as hard as others to earn a living.

It is entirely conceivable that his elder and young master returned to China, probably just occasionally thinking of a toy from back then, asking casually, and the servants would just look it up and answer casually.Unfortunately, I met him in G City, and suddenly he found that he still has nostalgia for my body, or he has some reminiscences about his youthful school days, and maybe he has some guilt... Although he later found out that I have this body. The body has been tarnished by time, but there is still some pity, the key is the lower body?

I actually see things like fire, with a clear mind, and I can see clearly.

Although I knew that it was a self-made sentimental joke, at this moment, I still feel deeply ridiculous for me back then.

At this time, I suddenly remembered who Cheng Xiaoxiao was. It was my first love girlfriend, with long curly hair and light yellow hair. My deskmate, who put notes in my books and gave me biscuits made by myself, smiled. Her eyes are crooked, heh, Ding Yun is not like her, although Ding Yun has long curly hair, her hair is black and curly, all of which are naturally fashionable, her eyebrows are sharp, her shoulders can run horses, she is a strong woman, she is knowledgeable, humorous, Taught me the basics of painting and computer graphics by hand. After so many years, Cheng Xiaoxiao has become like a superficial spot in my mind, and Cheng Jun still remembers it.

He put down the drawing, took a teacup to drink, and frowned: "This tea is not good...I'll send some over."

I was bored, so I adjusted the handmade map I just scanned on the computer, finely adjusted the light and shadow, zoomed in and out, and said lightly: "I'm not prepared for everything here, and I'm very busy every day, so I don't have much time to take care of it. Why don't you go back to live. If you want to come over and just talk on the phone, how about it?"

Cheng Jun didn't speak for a while, I looked up to see that he had finished the cup of tea, looked at him, never answered the topic I just said, just smiled and said: "I'm going to the supermarket to buy something... what do you want for lunch? "

While painting the border with the mouse, I said, "Whatever."

Cheng Jun stopped talking, put on his coat and went out.

When I came back, I took a box of colored pencils and said to me: "Seeing that your pencils are almost used up, I bought a box for you."

I glanced at it, and it turned out to be the card that I coveted for a long time but was reluctant to buy. I consume a lot of colored pencils, so I was reluctant to buy such an expensive one. I couldn't help laughing and said, "Didn't you go to the supermarket? This is only for painting supplies It’s only available in this store, right?” And it’s not sold in general stores, the price is too expensive, and the effect is not necessarily much better than other mid-range ones.Of course, this may be because I can’t eat grapes and say grapes are sour. To prove it, I took it and dismantled it, and took a dark brown one and drew it.

I drew a cluster of thyme carelessly, and then took the vicious pens one by one, and painted all the small flowers with colorful colors, and then said with satisfaction: "The effect is not much better than the mark..." Although the coloring seems to be easy Some... also seem to be soft...

Cheng Jun smiled: "Just use it... I'll send someone to go abroad to find someone else to customize for you..."

I hurriedly said: "Farewell, goodbye, don't waste away everything... This box is enough for a month's salary, okay?" Thinking of something, I couldn't help but smile, he was holding a pencil sharpener I turned the pencil, but suddenly leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth, and said with a smile on my face, "What are you laughing at?"

I put down the pen and said with a smile: "My mother wanted me to learn a musical instrument before, but pianos and guqin are very expensive. She thought about it for a long time and decided to learn the flute! Dizi is not a street stall for ten yuan. Is it sold on the Internet? When I asked, the flute that the teacher asked to get started was a few thousand yuan, and he said that after learning well, a Yamaha worth tens of thousands of yuan is standard equipment... Hahahaha, we will come back later No, my mother never mentioned letting me learn talent again."

There was a slight sympathy on Cheng Jun's face, but I turned a blind eye to it. In the past, I never wanted others to laugh at me as being poor. When I lived with him, I was even more careful to hide my poverty, embarrassment and inferiority complex. I was sensitive, suspicious, and stubborn.Now I can face everything that happened to me.

While putting away my pencil, I continued to smile and said, "In our school, I always thought that Cai Tuantuan was richer than you and more powerful than your family. Do you know why?" Cai Tuantuan is a child with a lot of money in our school , is very famous in school, because the name is impressive, so I still remember it until today.

He smiled: "Why?"

I smiled and said: "I didn't know it at that time. Cai Tuantuan was picked up by a car every day. He wore a famous brand and was very bold, but you rode a bicycle and wore clothes without a brand. Hahahaha, who knew What about a bicycle that costs more than a car?"

Cheng Jun stared at me for a while, his eyes were dark, and then he smiled: "It's all old things, thank you for remembering clearly." Rolling up his sleeves: "I'll make lunch."

I saw him take off his coat, his thin shirt was slightly wet with sweat, showing his muscular muscles, and he walked towards the kitchen with a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth. I knew he was unhappy, why was he unhappy?What about him, the closer he gets to me, the sooner he realizes that I am different from the boy who was obsessed with him wholeheartedly, and it is better to leave as soon as possible...

I don’t know if it’s because he disrupted my daily routine, or because I saw Ding Yun’s portrait during the day, and at night I dreamed about things that happened a long time ago. In the renovated room, I saw me frowning and asked, "Why are you the only painter? When will it be finished?"

The bright sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of paint. Her long hair is rolled up in a bun, her white shirt has rolled-up sleeves, and she has soft blue trousers. Her facial features are extremely beautiful.

And I was unkempt, unshaven, dirty clothes, mixed with the smell of paint and sweat, small and dirty.

Then I woke up and felt my chest was still oppressed, as if I was still staying in the room full of paint and dust. At that time, the decoration team didn’t want to be a painter. Everyone knows that this job takes a long time. I didn't live long, so I was pushed out to do it, and spent the whole day in the decorated room...

Cheng Jun's arm is wrapped around my chest, no wonder I feel hard to breathe.

I moved a little, and found that I couldn't break free. I opened my eyes and looked at the roof, hypnotizing myself to fall asleep quickly, but the things in the past disturbed me like a spirit that refused to rest, and I kept my eyes open until dawn.