"Sister Xiaoman, why don't you have a family yet? Watching TV shows all day long is so boring. I might as well draw. Why don't you say I don't have Ma Liang's magical brush? Touching stones into gold, drawing a dragon is easy. How nice it is to be able to fly and make your dreams come true.¡±
"It's really not good-looking. In the past, it wasn't the last thing to decipher, but now the finale is told at the beginning. It's true that the times are changing, and the thinking is very different from before."
Xiaoman from the Administration Department shook his head slightly, no longer placed his hope in the drama of life, but stared at Jiang Keyan's painting, looking up and down, while the other party was writing and muttering.
"If real life could be like a TV series, it would be great. There will always be a happy ending. If we tell who is whose child from the beginning, it will be quicker. Let's have a better time. I guess our life, if it is filmed as Movies need hundreds of episodes."
"Now there seems to be a rule that only a few dozen episodes should be completed at most. Otherwise, there will be no marriage and childbirth in the TV series, and all of them will be implemented outside the TV. What's the educational value?"
"Sister Xiaoman, do you think you are a good writer or a painter?"
"They are quite strong, and they are far away from me. Sister Xiaoman, do you want me to praise the artist?"
"No, just tell the truth."
"I'm really telling you, are you sure you won't be sad?"
"Well, sister Xiaoman, can you go through the brain cells for a while before you speak, think about my feelings, then put your tongue around your mouth, and then repeat it to me."
"I tried it, and my tongue got stuck. Mumbling sister, I know you want me to worship the painter, isn't this straightforward enough? It's like the current TV drama routine, just talk about the ending when you come up?"
"Sister Xiaoman, why do I feel that you are going to reverse next time, I already know the answer."
"It's funny, painters give people the enjoyment of visual beauty, but they will also leave traces in their hearts. It is not without reason that a good painting can last forever, just like Van Gogh's sunflowers, which give people hope, as if growing all over the ground. It's all about the sun."
"Paintings vary from person to person, but the text is more appealing. The shock is not constant speculation. After all, in the painting, especially for a realist like me, it is more free to go out to see nature. But the text is different. Sometimes When I read a story, there will be a picture in my mind, and I will cry after I don¡¯t know which nerve is touched. Later, I read the comments, and sure enough, there are a thousand works, and there are a thousand Hamlets. Some readers read sad words, To be able to smile, there must have been more sad things before, looking back, everything else was nothing."
"Sister Mumu, you've been quite sentimental recently, and you're no longer like Jiang Kenan you used to be. Let me see, are you a fake? Are you a beggar girl?"
"Oh, sister Xiaoman, I'm discussing with you. Sometimes, when I look out of the window, I often think, what is the purpose of painting? If no one appreciates it, if it is only for myself, then do I need to paint again? Then I figured out that even if there are only one or two people left, including family members, I should continue to draw. Maybe one day, I will be moved.¡±
"Murling sister, I always regard you as a little girl. It seems that I have to re-examine you, and know how to think about the meaning of life? I see you, you just spend a lot of time at home. Go! Go shopping" (Remember the website URL : www.hlnovel.com