After graduation, Bei Yini and her boyfriend Han Jun successfully obtained the residence permit for art workers. The two stayed in Paris to develop, Bei Yini did independent design, and Han Jun worked for the gallery.
In a blink of an eye, the two of them have been working in Paris for three years, but their career development is not satisfactory. Their lives are relatively poor, and they are often stretched.
However, in the past six months, the situation seems to have improved. Han Jun often sees money remitted from China in Bei Yini's account¡ª¡ªBei Yiming has the financial ability, and he always remits money to his sister silently, but never takes the initiative to contact him, and he doesn't seem to care about Bei Yini Whether to receive his love.
Bei Yini and Han Jun's days and nights are reversed from those of Paris. They both love to fall asleep during the day and look for inspiration at night. Inadvertently, the time difference between them and China seems to be narrowed.
Han Jun was smearing thick oil paint with a spatula in front of an abstract painting, and Bei Yini's cell phone beeped to remind him of a new text message.
Han Jun glanced subconsciously, and found that Bei Yini grabbed the phone and stared at it, with a sad look between his brows.
"Your brother sent you money again?" Han Jun asked.
When Bei Yini heard Han Jun's question, her expression quickly became grim, she reached out and pressed the phone off before turning it over.
Han Jun misunderstood, he said unhappily: "Don't worry, I'm not thinking about your money. I just saw it by accident, just ask."
"Where did you go?" Bei Yini shook her head helplessly. She left the computer and walked towards Han Jun. She raised her hand to touch Han Jun's hair, but he opened it rudely.
Han Jun's temper is getting worse and worse, but Bei Yini can understand him. Han Jun has sold a painting for more than a year. Brokers from the gallery would always shake their heads when they saw Han Jun¡¯s accumulated works when they came home. They commented that Han Jun¡¯s aura was losing little by little.
Bei Yini wanted to comfort Han Jun, she praised Han Jun's newly drawn outline and color blocks: "Wow! How did you adjust this color is so beautiful!"
Han Jun replied gloomily: "Really? Can you understand?"
Bei Yini, who was used to being choked, gave an exaggerated "haha" twice, and replied: "Yes I don't know how to appreciate, I'm not on the same level as you"
"What are you doing so cynically?" Han Jun was so persistent that he even covered the entire palette on the drawing board and growled, "You look down on me just like them, don't you?! Do you want to explain clearly? I can¡¯t paint well, but why no one appreciates it?!¡±
Bei Yini was taken aback, she lost the mood to please Han Jun, she glanced at the destroyed new work, turned her head and planned to leave.
"Did I say something wrong?!" Han Jun's voice became louder and louder.
"You're right, I don't know how to appreciate," Bei Yini couldn't suppress her emotions, she waved her arms unnaturally, and said angrily: "I do commercial design, I don't know how to appreciate art. Is it okay? !"
The emotional peak of the game between lovers often shifts: one party vents, the other endures; one party can't bear it, and the other party finally restrains.
Han Jun relieved Bei Yini by driving him into a rage. He began to regret that he shouldn't have said bad words.
He quickly got up and hugged Bei Ni behind him. Bei Ni froze, she wanted to refuse.
Han Jun was sensitive to her resistance, and he apologized again and again with an extremely gentle voice.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong. You draw pictures on the computer every day and work hard to earn money to support your family, yet I treat you so harshly. I was wrong, please forgive me, okay?" (Remember this website URL: www. hlnovel.com