[Comprehensive] First Lady

Apparently, Cinderella, who left behind her white handkerchief, will return.

From that day on, Holly thought about when she would meet again every day.

Perhaps it was the dramatic acquaintance between the two that made Holly look forward to it; she didn't look at each other's face very carefully. This was mainly because she had seen any face no matter how beautiful or terrible. Brother did it all at once, so appearance is not very useful to her.

But her colleagues say that the other party is super handsome.And the figure is super punctual.

That's probably super handsome, right?Holly didn't care much.

On weekend afternoons, Holly’s counter holds activities; this is a fixed itinerary, teaching watercolor on the first Saturday and Sunday of each month, teaching kneading on the second six days, and sand painting, pop-up cards or coloring on the third six days Sketch, the fourth six is ​​sketch or oil painting.

Most of the people who come to sign up are half-year-old children or students.Sometimes there will be people of the opposite sex (or the same sex) who want to talk to her, and usually Holly will reject those guys who obviously have bad intentions.

This is the fourth weekend of the month.The oil paint she feared most came.These little bastards make a super mess every time!

Holly really didn't want to open the shop early in the morning.She hates oil painting class.Super annoying.

But the class has to be held.She sighed, cheered up and smiled, ready to face today's big wave of dead brats.

"Jackson, sit down! Jenna, don't run around with the paint! That's right, Ivan, paint carefully... oh my god Nelle! That's not edible!"

Only a third of the way through the class, Holly was on the verge of a breakdown. "I must put an age limit on the oil painting class, definitely." She told herself, gritted her teeth and grabbed the children who were running away, "Listen, if you don't return to your position, I will stuff your mouths with oil paint! "

However, her response was a bunch of laughs.No one was afraid of her at all.

At that moment, Holly wanted to resign directly, but she held back.

Then she heard someone calling her name.

"Holly?"

Holly turned around.It was the male guest, looking at her with concern and amused expression.

Holly took a deep breath.Up to now, she no longer expects to have any image of herself in the other party's heart.

"Shopping?" she asked directly.

The other party shook his head. "I wanted to check out your classes, but...it doesn't seem to be the time," he said. "Need help?"

Holly couldn't concentrate on the conversation.She has to keep distracted to see what the group of brats are doing. "It's okay, I'm sorry, first, just find a place to sit and wait for me for two hours. I can get out of this hell in two hours. God, I want to commit suicide. Remember to remind me to return the veil. I'm afraid I'll forget .”

Then Holly didn't care about the other party anymore.

By the end of the class, Holly was exhausted.She wearily sent away all the damn children, went back to the counter, and lay down on the table regardless of her image, and once again decided in her heart that she would never have children.

A cup of iced coffee was placed in front of her eyes.Holly looked up, only then did she realize that she had forgotten that there was a guest waiting for her.

"Are you okay?" The other party pursed his lips and smiled, showing some sympathy in his helplessness.

Holly took the iced coffee and put it on her face. "Thank you." She sighed, "The rest of my life..."

The other party accompanied Holly to rest for a while.They leaned against the counter and chatted.

"I'm sorry to let you encounter such a chaotic situation. Every month's oil painting class is like this," Holly said, pointing to the unpacked oil paints and painting utensils, "the battlefield."

The other party raised his eyebrows, "The real battlefield is worse than this."

Holly shrugged and rolled her eyes, "So, you said you want to watch my class?"

The other party nodded, left the counter, and walked around the counter. "Are these your drawings?" he asked, pointing to Holly's framed charcoal sketch hanging on the wall.

"Yes." Holly straightened up, looking at the painting pointed at by the other party, "I am the only art teacher here, and I take care of all the lessons."

The other party opened his eyes slightly, and said in surprise, "You are really talented."

Holly smiled, noncommittal.

What about talent?She still has to nest here, guarding a small shop every day.

"Are these paintings for sale?" The other party continued to ask, turning his eyes from the sketches to the art cards next to him, and praised: "The cards are really exquisite."

"I can give you all you like. They are all unique."

The other party turned his head, stared at Holly for two seconds, and smiled. "Then I'll take this one," he said, picking out one of the Star-Spangled Banner-themed pop-up cards.

This time he didn't refuse.Holly thought, hesitated, and asked half-jokingly, "That's not fair. You know my first name, but I don't even know your last name."

"Steve." The other party answered quickly, and the face hidden under the ball cap flashed a little nervous, "Usually...my friends call me Steve."

At that time, Holly didn't think about the reason for the other party's nervousness.

This is how Steve and Holly became friends.

Afterwards, Holly still couldn't understand why Steve still pursued her even though she was so embarrassed in front of Steve the few times they met each other?She doesn't understand.

As for this, Steve's answer was, probably because at that time, in his feelings, the person who was embarrassed was himself.What he saw was Holly's talent, cheerful and strong personality.

But those things haven't happened yet.

After the fourth meeting, Steve often came to the store to patronize.Mainly to learn painting skills from Holly, every time he would praise Holly's strength enough to open a studio.

For each class, Holly only charges Steve for materials.After all, he always helps her, whether it's buying goods, or later helping her suppress the group of brats on holiday, Steve really helped her a lot.

Steve learns everything.Watercolor, oil paint, colored pencils, charcoal, because he has a sketching foundation, it is easy for Holly to teach—the point is, he is not like those brats, Steve listens to and speaks human language, this alone Holly, who had been tortured for a long time, was deeply moved.

"You are also very talented. Where did you learn pencil drawing before? Why didn't you continue to learn?"

"Well...the political situation was turbulent back then. I didn't have much energy to spend on painting, and then I chose to join the army. And, at that time, let alone oil paint and charcoal, the price of watercolor was high."

Once, when Holly was teaching Steve charcoal techniques, the two chatted.

It was a nice Friday, the shop was empty, and Holly had plenty of time to paint David with Steve.

Holly put down the charcoal pencil, stared at Steve oddly, and smiled.

"What, it sounds like you're very old. What era did you live in? World War II?" She teased, and then sighed, "But it's true that oil paint and charcoal are expensive. Watercolor depends on which brand of paint you choose. "

Steve smiles.Noncommittal.

"By the way, last time you said you were going to contribute, how did it turn out?" Holly continued the topic.

Steve pursed his lips and smiled bitterly. "No reply yet."

"That's it." Holly nodded, without consolation, and did not linger on this topic, and asked again: "Then should you consider finding a part-time job first? Many illustrators are like this at the beginning."

Steve's expression became complicated again. "Actually... my current colleagues are considering reinstating me."

Holly put down her pen again, frowning, staring at Steve in confusion and oddity.

"Your, now, colleague." She emphasized her tone, "Considering reinstating you."

Steve nods. "right."

"Why does this sentence sound a bit strange. Doesn't reinstatement mean you have resigned? Did I understand wrong?"

"no."

"...Then why are you talking about your current colleagues?"

Steve's expression, it looks like, he doesn't know how to explain it himself. "Uh, it's just because of some... more complicated accidents, I slept... somewhere for a long time."

"Oh." Holly frowned, staring at Steve, confused.

"But my position cannot be empty. So the upper management selected a few people to take over my position."

"Oh..." Holly frowned, continuing to stare at Steve, still confused.

"The last successor was my good brother. We grew up together. When I woke up, he was very happy and decided to give me the position back. He said he only took the position for me, and I was very touched. "

"Oh, oh." Holly let go of her brows, suddenly realized, "I understand, I understand."

Steve was taken aback, paused, and asked, "You understand?"

"Well, I understand." Holly nodded, and said seriously: "To put it simply, you were injured and lay unconscious in a classified place for a long time due to some classified accidents. The upper level let other people take over temporarily Your job, your friend finally took over. Now you wake up, your friend wants to give you back the job, but you haven't decided whether to go back, have you?"

Steve hesitated briefly. "You can say that." He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"That's actually not complicated." Holly tilted her head, frowned, and after thinking for a while, said, "It depends on what criteria you use to choose a job. It sounds like you like your job very much, and your colleagues also welcome it. You. This is great. You have to stick to the job you like. Otherwise, you will spend at least eight hours a day and forty hours a week in the workplace. The time you meet with your colleagues may be worse than meeting with your colleagues. Spend more time with family.”

Steve was silent for a moment, thoughtful.

Holly glanced at Steve. "Okay, don't think about it for now, just focus on drawing." She said, patted Steve's arm, and pointed to a corner of the other's drawing, "I think the shadow here is weird. Do you want to adjust it? Make it lighter, it shouldn't be so dark over there."

The author has something to say:

Please collect and collect me

God, I have such a big BUG and no one asked lol!!!

How can Holly know Steve's occupation now~~~~ God, it's a good thing I looked back because of the message, otherwise I really don't know what I wrote when I stayed up late and fell asleep... otz

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