When the sand sculpture attacked the script of the second generation of the fake rich

Chu Yan continued to receive the memory of the original owner.

One day, a man who looked like a student came to the store.

He introduced himself as Qian Shao, a student of fashion design.

This person didn't say that he had any work, but just looked around in the house.Facing the version made by the original owner, I am amazed and full of praise.

The original owner was impatient to communicate with others, so he ignored him as if he was a fly in his ears.

But Qian Shao changed his mind and said that there were many problems with this design.

The original owner couldn't stand being criticized for his work the most, so he raised his head unhappily.

Qian Shao didn't think it was disobedient, and pointed out the deficiencies in his design one by one with a smile.

The original owner was slightly stunned, because he found out that what this man named Qian Shao said was true.

The original owner was a tailor from Yeluzi. He was able to make this craft look good because of his natural inspiration and aesthetics, as well as self-exploration through continuous practice.

No one has ever been able to communicate with him about making clothes.The guest only needs to dress nicely, and his sister doesn't understand anything.

And Qian Shao, a student who specializes in fashion design, is knowledgeable, well-informed, and eloquent, showing the original owner a new, strange, and vast world.

The original owner was led in ignorantly, and began to absorb higher-level knowledge.

And Qian Shao, a "gentle and reliable" senior, has also become his only friend.

After the original owner started studying, he would carefully send his "homework" to him for reading.

And Qian Shao said that he would help him to give it to his teacher, a very famous designer, to modify it.

Because of his talent, he learned very quickly.At first Qian Shao was able to guide him, but later all kinds of compliments were left.

The original owner was not satisfied with this at first.

He happened to see a "Newcomer Fashion Designer Contest" launched on the Internet, saying that he wanted to select outstanding young designers and enter the company to focus on training.

Regardless of the hype in the promotional words, it is actually a means for the organizer to earn traffic, and the winner has already been determined by default.

But the IQ of the original owner was focused on design, and his ability to distinguish language traps was about zero. He was really fooled by those stereotypes.

He carefully selected his most satisfactory recent works, and uploaded them with nervousness.

Works are ranked by the number of votes, and a vegan like him who has neither foundation nor default will naturally sink to the bottom as soon as he votes.

The original owner looked at the scattered votes, thinking that his level was not good enough, and was very frustrated.

Fortunately, he is not a person who is easily discouraged. He quickly put down the game and started a new idea.

Unexpectedly, this sinking work was picked up for unexpected reasons.

An entertainment anchor discovered this competition. He was not interested in the excellent works in the front row, but was amused by the strange designs at the end.

So I took the fans to try out those wonderful designs together, and this is how the original owner's work came into the public's attention.

The cruelty of art is that the gap between the gifted and the untalented cannot be bridged no matter how hard you work, not to mention that the original owner works harder than ordinary people.

His work, even the No.1 carefully produced by the organizer, is completely incomparable. The anchor and fans were dumbfounded on the spot:

"Fuck! What kind of dimensionality reduction blow is this! It's already shocking that it appears here, but it's still so late?"

A group of people stopped doing it immediately, and expressed their intention to vote it up.

So this sketch named "X" hastily ranked higher and higher!With more exposure, the number of votes soared to the top.

The organizers became anxious and began to control the tickets secretly.

After discovering that the number of votes was abnormal, the fans who were immersed in cultivating happiness were immediately irritated.

Originally, I just wanted to have fun, but since you're doing this, don't blame me for being serious.

A group of people began to work hard to canvass for "X", and the newly influx of melon eaters looked at this obviously outstanding work, and immediately became filled with righteous indignation.

So it was originally a niche competition, but because of these foreign forces, the number of votes surged to a terrifying level.

The organizer wanted to struggle at first, but the abnormal number of votes was too outrageous, so they had to let go.

After the stable vote gap with No. [-] finally broke through, a group of people cheered and voted "X" for No. [-] fault.

This beautiful design drawing has become a small hit on the Internet.

But only three days later the situation changed.

The famous fashion designer Wu Yong's personal show exploded on the Internet. Once the finale work "Thorns" was exhibited, it exploded the entire Internet with its amazing posture.

Countless netizens watched it admiringly. When they saw the famous "thorn", some fell silent.

"This...isn't X?"

★

Qian Shao sold the original owner's work to Wu Yong.

After knowing this, he usually doesn't even like to go out, so he went to the magic capital alone to seek justice.

He came to Wu Yong with his manuscript, and said seriously: "This is mine."

Facing the questioning, Wu Yong didn't panic at all, but picked up a book of blueprints and opened it calmly.

"But these, have been sold to us, legally speaking, they are our property now."

"I didn't agree."

"For us, we only care about results. It is your own responsibility for failing to protect your own works, Mr. Xie."

Xie Junliang frowned. He felt that these words made people uncomfortable, but he wanted to refute, but he couldn't find words.

Seeing that he was silent, Wu Yong smiled and held the drawing in front of him.

"In your opinion, what is this?"

Xie Junliang looked at him with a frown, not understanding why he asked such a question, so he could only answer truthfully: "This is my work".

"No." Wu Yong smiled and stepped on the drawing.

"It's just some rubbish. Without me, it can only be mixed in a ridiculous game. It's my name that makes it shine today!"

Xie Junliang bent down to pick up the blueprints that fell on the ground. His world has always been simple and black and white. Wu Yong's words are really a difficult concept for him to understand, so he said stubbornly:

"Its door is originally brilliant, but you dirty its door."

Wu Yong looked at him condescendingly, finally revealing a hint of sarcasm.

"The son of a murderer, how glorious is it? Do you know that for some people, even if his name falls on the most innocent paper, it is a kind of filth."

Xie Junliang's fingers convulsed, he pulled back the blueprint with all his strength, and when he looked up, he saw Wu Yong's indifferent face.

He suddenly lost the courage he had when he came, silently put away the manuscript, turned and left.

For ordinary people, this may not be an unbearable thing.But Xie Junliang, who was sensitive and fragile due to childhood trauma, easily chose to die.

After knowing the whole situation, Chu Yan: Why do people feel so uncomfortable?

★

In the evening, Chu Yan, who regained his strength, insisted on leaving the hospital.

It's not because he doesn't want to die, but his body recovers really fast.After thinking about it, it should be because of some kind of supernatural power, otherwise, he would have become one, oh no, two corpses long ago.

Going home following Xie Junliang's memory, he came to an old residential area, where the surrounding traffic is not very developed.But the breath of life is very strong, and there is everything nearby.

At a meat restaurant, Chu Yan selected a large piece of cooked pork liver, a few catties of chicken heart, foie gras, and a fresh black-bone chicken, and asked the boss to pack it up.

The people nearby are quite familiar with him, and they were surprised to see him go out to buy vegetables, and greeted him one after another.

Chu Yan was silent, and the people around him knew his temperament, so they didn't find it strange.

The boss saw that his hand was hurt and the things he was carrying were heavy, so he asked a pair of twins who were doing their homework to help him take him home.Chu Yan bought a lot of red dates, goji berries, longan, etc. next to him, and returned with a full load.

After going upstairs, Chu Yan asked the twins to put their things at the door.The two children put down their things, smiled and ran away holding hands.

Push open the door and take things in little by little.

Most of Xie Junliang's home has been converted into a workshop, and the kitchen is directly connected to the living room, making it very crowded.

Chu Yan opened the cupboards one by one and found two bowls, one large and one small.One is used to soak red dates and longan, and the other is used to soak wolfberry.

After blanching the chicken pieces cut by the owner to remove the fishy smell, set up a casserole, put red dates, longan, and ginger slices, and let it stew slowly aside.

Xie Junliang's younger sister got off work at 08:30, and had to clean up the traces that shouldn't be there before she came back.

★

Before, due to excessive blood loss, I felt numb and didn't feel pain.Looking back now, the wound on the wrist clamored for a sense of existence all the time, and the feeling was really unbearable.

Reluctantly cleaned up inside and out, after finishing the work, I went to the desk and took out a piece of paper, which simply wrote: I'm leaving, don't be sad.

Chu Yan put the thin paper into the stove to ignite it, then threw it into the sink, and watched it turn into ashes bit by bit.

Xie Junliang's manuscripts were neatly placed on the table, and he flipped through them casually, and finally saw the controversial work with his own eyes.

The imperceptible light-colored root system climbs up from the corner of the skirt, and the color gradually deepens. At one point, it forms countless brambles and grows wantonly.Under the thick dead vines, there are countless bright red vermilion fruits, shining brightly among the cold sharp thorns.

The strong color impact is unforgettable at a glance, and the vigorous, struggling, and dying soul seems to come out through the paper.

Chu Yan sat down and picked up a pen, sketched with a few strokes, and a small finch jumped onto the shoulder of the thorn.

The bird half spread its curly tail feathers, standing lightly among the thorns, with a vivid expression.

This was not difficult for Chu Yan. After all, he was also trained according to the education of the serious young master of the Chu family. Of course, art is also a compulsory course.He is proficient in piano, painting, and calligraphy. Even in terms of basic skills, Chu Yan, who learned from a famous teacher, is even better than Xie Junliang, who was born in a wild way.

But what is surprising is Shen Yun. In the past, he would never be able to paint such a lively and vivid life.

Such an abundant and warm spiritual touch belongs to Xie Junliang's soul, and now, just like this body, it is embedded with Chu Yan's soul.

It was a novel experience. While feeling the subtle changes, Chu Yan was making his own calculations in his mind:

Resurrection from the dead is a gift from God, and in this case, one should live well.

"Qian Shao..." Chu Yan played with the name, which sounded familiar.

Chu Yan remembered the novel called "I became a heartthrob after giving up the scumbag" that appeared in his mind before he died.

Not only did the novel not use him as the protagonist, even Chu Tingjun was soy sauced. The real "protagonist" was Chu Tingjun's younger brother, Chu Yijun.

Knowing that Chu Yan is finally at ease, you, Chu Tingjun, are too busy~

But Chu Yijun really touched Chu Yan’s blind spot of knowledge. Without him, Chu Yijun was not born when he was in charge of the Chu family. When he became the "protagonist", Chu Yan would have returned to the West. It is really wrong. .

However, there is such a plot in the novel:

Chu Yijun once pretended to be a poor boy and fell in love with Cannon Fodder Shou, but Cannon Fodder Shou was short-sighted and broke up with him because he disliked him for having no money.

In order to let Cannon Fodder Shou understand how blind he is, Chu Yijun asked a liar to pretend to be a rich man to seduce Cannon Fodder Shou.After the cannon fodder was duped, Chu Yijun severely humiliated the cannon fodder and completed a wave of perfect face slaps.

This liar happened to be called Qian Shao.