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"What are your plans next?"
In the quiet pavilion, Shelley asked He Yi'an like this.
"It should be to go around to hold art exhibitions. I want my paintings to be seen by more people."
Shelley glanced at the few intact paintings on the wall, he wanted to ask him if the exhibition had earned so much money, and suddenly remembered the fact that He Yi'an had admitted before.
He Yi'an's family is very rich, even if not a single painting is sold, he can open this painting exhibition all over the world.
What's more, it seems that he still sold a few paintings.
Shelley nodded.
The atmosphere fell into silence again.
After seeing all the paintings, Shelley walked to the door, raised his umbrella, turned and left the exhibition hall.
He Yi'an just looked at his back in the exhibition hall, and said something lightly.
"Mr. Shelley, go slowly."
His words are plain but inexplicably reassuring, as if no matter the vicissitudes of life, this man will always bring his paintings and his strange kindness here.
But Shelley knew that this was just an illusion.
Maybe tomorrow He Yi'an will leave here and go to his own, wider world.
He is completely different from himself.
While Shelley was walking towards his car, he suddenly made a turn where he should not have turned. Holding a black umbrella, he walked into a deep alley.
The moment he entered the alley, Shelley took out a dark pistol from his pocket with the other hand that was not holding the umbrella.
Holding a pistol, he walked into the depths of the alley, the black windbreaker seemed to blend into the darkness of the alley, and disappeared
The next day, He Yi'an hired someone to move all the paintings back to his apartment.
When he heard the workers' doorbell, He Yi'an casually put down the newspaper in his hand.
He got up to meet the delivery worker.
And on the front page of the newspaper he put down, there were several large characters on it.
?A bad gang fight took place near Yang Street in the center of the capital city of Belgium yesterday. Now the government is investigating whether the surrounding gangs were involved in the fight
Two hours later, the delivery worker finally got all the paintings where they should be.
He Yi'an saw off the last worker, and the busy morning finally calmed down.
He was wearing a white linen shirt and well-fitting slacks. His hair was slightly messed up, and his whole person exuded a leisurely breath of rest.
He Yi'an walked to the side of the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. Following his movements, the aroma of coffee immediately filled the whole room.
Breakfast consists of two slices of toast, topped with runny eggs, avocado, and tomato. It looks delicious and healthy, and the colors match well.
After he had breakfast, he came to the easel, and the easel was blank. He still followed the previous rules, his mind was empty, he didn't think about anything, and he relied entirely on his consciousness to see what kind of things his subconscious could lead him to draw. Come.
In the past, He Yi'an was very carefree, writing like a god, but today he doesn't know what's wrong.
When he was concentrating on painting, the appearance of a man often flashed in his mind.
He Yi'an couldn't help thinking that if Shelley made such a pose, the picture would definitely be beautiful.
Seeing a certain color of paint, I will also think that this paint is very similar to the reflection in Shelley's eyes.
His thoughts were chaotic all morning, Shelley put down his pen with a long sigh, picked up his cell phone, and dialed Shelley's number without thinking.
When I drew pictures for him before, I left my number.
Since the painting was finished, there has been no contact for a long time. When He Yi'an called this time, he was still a little uneasy. Thinking of the request he was about to make, He Yi'an was a little apprehensive.
However, the speed at which the phone was answered did not give him long time to think.
Soon, Shelley's voice came from over there.
The man's voice was misty, like the morning mist.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm He Yi'an."
He Yi'an hurriedly reported his family name.
"I know you are He Yi'an, if you have anything to say, tell me quickly."
Shelley's voice was lazy. Although the sun was already high, it was obvious that she had just woken up.
He Yi'an hurriedly and cautiously asked: "I?I know this is a sudden request, but can you be my mannequin? "
Shelley's voice paused, and when it rang again, she was obviously much more energetic.
"Mannequins? You mean the ones who draw pictures?"
"certainly."
He Yi'an suddenly couldn't help but think in his heart, it's not the kind of painting, is it still the kind of mannequin who can stand in the sales window and sell clothes?
There was more interest in Shelley's voice.
"Could it be that I didn't enjoy painting last time? You have to know that my worth is very expensive."
It was obviously a joke on his side, but He Yi'an took it seriously.
"I know, you give me a price, we can negotiate."
On the other side, Shelley, who was on the phone, got up and leaned against the head of the bed. He glanced down at the scratch on his arm, and announced a number with a cold expression.
What he didn't expect was that He Yi'an over there just hesitated, and then asked: "Is it an hour?"
"Almost, otherwise what is it, monthly subscription, annual subscription?"
For some reason, Shelley always felt that teasing He Yi'an was the most interesting thing in his life recently.
Some jokes, but he inexplicably takes them seriously, and some serious ones, he thinks they are jokes instead.
"Alright, can I come here for two hours first?"
However, what Shelley didn't expect was that He Yi'an was on the phone, and without careful consideration, he agreed.
Two hours.
Shelley multiplied the price he quoted just now by two. Although the money was nothing in his eyes, He Yi'an was able to pay it so easily
Only then did he realize that He Yi'an always repeated the fact that he was not short of money in a serious manner, as if it was true.
"What time can you come over?"
He Yi'an on the other side of the phone asked seriously.
Shelley suddenly laughed silently, and He Yi'an over there naturally couldn't see his smile through the phone.
He didn't know why he was laughing, but Shelley was not a deep-seated person either. He lazily replied: "You don't have to ask me, you are a man who spent money, just decide what time it is."
Shelley spoke the Belgian dialect, and for some reason, when he spoke the Belgian dialect, the consonant slightly hooked up, which seemed frivolous and ambiguous.
Even listening to his lazy voice, He Yi'an couldn't help but his ears turned red. He hurriedly told Shelley the time, and hung up the phone in a hurry after hearing that it was okay. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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