The system is a little warm

Chapter 79 This Smile Is A Little Warm

The cold wind is a bit strong, and the little fart monkey is a little excited.

Chu Jian suddenly stopped and said softly: "Go back, I still need to adjust some arrangements."

"Okay, that nine-dollar-nine thing...forget it, I was joking."

At the last moment, Jin Le still said it out. He knew that Chu Jian had been thinking about it all the time. If he didn't say it now, he might have no chance. Let Chu Jian go back with a knot in his heart. This is not a good man. thing.

I was taken aback at the first sight, and the worries in my heart were indeed relieved a lot, and then I said, "Then I owe you a favor."

"Give me a painting after the exhibition."

Jin Le smiled, and the little butt monkey kept spinning around at their feet, looking crazy.

"Uh-huh."

Chu Jian pursed his lips and nodded: "Go back..."

Jin Le looked at Chu Jian who trot away with a smile, and shouted, "Can we still be friends in the future?"

At the first meeting, it seemed to say something, but it was blown away by the cold wind, and people ran away...

Jin Le naturally didn't hear anything, and shook his head helplessly, thinking that even if you don't regard me as a friend, I will never forget you as a good friend...

The little fart monkey tugged on Jin Le's trousers, as if asking Jin Le to chase after the first meeting.

"Little fart monkey, don't make trouble."

Jin Le scolded, and walked slowly.

This made the little fart monkey very anxious, screaming and talking, super cute.

The two were together and walked for less than 10 minutes, chatting about high school affairs, but didn't talk about future events or future plans, because they just wanted to keep this moment well.

After all, parting is always sad, and if you can leave some good memories, you will not regret it in this life.

Following Chu Jian for a while, Jin Le, a layman, also knew some genres of paintings.

The unique painting of "realism" is hung outside the doors from the first floor to the ninth floor.

The tenth to eighteenth floors are "modernism".

There are two schools from the 27th floor to the [-]th floor, "Impressionism" and "Romanticism".

"Take a break, it's tiring running up and down like this."

Jin Le suddenly stopped Chu Jian, the little fart monkey was standing on his shoulder eating bananas, his big eyes were very clever.

Chu Jian smiled slightly: "I don't want to make a mistake at the last juncture."

"Don't you still need to take charge of the overall situation tomorrow? So... we should maintain sufficient physical strength today so that we can shine tomorrow."

Jin Le's eyes showed sincere feelings, he definitely hoped that the first meeting would be good, not to mention that he still has a task, even if there is no such a painful task, he will make this exhibition a success.

But then again, he is a first-grade master with a second-level physique, and the soles of his feet hurt a little when running up and down, let alone a weak woman.

Seeing that the first meeting was still hesitant, Jin Le continued: "No hurry, there is still time in the afternoon, we will check again when we are full, so the head office will be okay?"

Chu Jian nodded slightly. She might have been so busy that she forgot that her stomach was empty, but Jin Le was here to help after all. She couldn't starve him, otherwise how could she explain to Sister Mengru?

Jin Le called Hong Ze and the man in black, and found a small restaurant nearby.

Hong Ze was a little dissatisfied: "Brother Le, such a small restaurant is unhygienic, let's go to Yumanlou."

"It will take hours to waste running there. If there is something unclean here, I think it's fine."

As Jin Le said, he led a group of people behind him into the shop.

Hong Ze followed Jin Le and said, "I'm worried that Brother Le will spoil his stomach, hehe."

Jin Le didn't care about it: "Don't worry, even if you spoil your stomach, I won't spoil your stomach."

After finding a big round table and sitting down, Jin Le handed the menu to Chu Jian: "Ladies first."

Feng Yali glanced at Jin Le with a faint look, what do you mean?Am I not a woman?
If she said it face to face, Jin Le would definitely say flatly: "Can a vixen be compared to a woman!"

Of course, none of this will happen.

The leader in black cleaned the dishes and cups, and then personally handed them to Jin Le: "Brother Le, the tableware has been ironed for you."

Jin Le smirked: "I saw that you were busy messing around when you were on the table. I thought you were a clean freak. It turned out that you washed it for me, thanks."

"It should be, it should be, it is our duty to serve Brother Le."

All the men in black said in unison.

Jin Le was flattered, as if he had thought of something, he immediately asked: "You don't want to monitor my life all day long!"

Then, isn't his little love affair with the beautiful sister being peeped? ? ?

How embarrassing.

Suddenly I feel naked...

The man in black quickly explained: "Brother Le, we are protecting you outside a large circle and will not disturb your life."

Jin Le nodded: "I understand."

The eight men in black ironed the tableware of Chu Jian, Hong Ze and Feng Yali again.

The little fart monkey squatted on Jin Le's lap. When it first saw it, it couldn't help but take a sneak peek, and then blushed in fright at the little fart monkey's milky cry.

Jin Le picked up vegetables for dinner in a serious manner, pretending that he didn't see anything, but his heart opened...

The short lunch is over soon.

Everyone is busy with their affairs.

Jin Le followed Chujian to check from the first floor to the 27th floor. At this time, he had a bad feeling. Would it be better if the building was shorter?
The little fart monkey didn't follow, it seemed that he was crazy tired in the morning.

"I think this painting is... nice."

On the ninth floor, room 901, the original TV background wall has completely changed its appearance. The previous white latex paint has been replaced with light gray diatom mud, and only one painting is hung on the entire wall.

An oil painting of a person's head, that person has a baby face, and there is a warm feeling in his smile, and this smile feels short-lived, as if you will never see it again if you don't catch it.

The oil painting is framed with a sandalwood frame and hangs quietly on the wall, but that smile is still very attractive, no matter how long you look at it.

I don't know whether the smile is more attractive, or the artist's superb skills.

Besides, this is a realistic oil painting, the eyelashes seem to be smiling, very vivid.

The modernist school is to observe real life objectively and reproduce life according to the original appearance of real life.

This is a very deep understanding at first sight.

"Wouldn't other paintings be better?"

When I first met, I asked softly, and I was a little naughty.

Jin Le smiled: "It's all good, but I like my own smile more, it's so healing...does it count as my inspiration for you?"

Chujian said softly: "It's not so much the inspiration you gave me to this painting, it's better to say that I sketched your smile in my memory."

When it comes to paintings, I always have my own opinions when I see them for the first time, which also shortens the distance of communication.

Jin Le laughed: "Is my smile so great? But I still think your painting is good."

As he said that, he glanced at the painting again: "I can see the smiles in the eyes of the characters. A layman like me can't see the way, but as a pure passer-by, I can feel that in a work, the author wants to The thoughts expressed, I think... this is good work.”

"Thank you for giving such a high evaluation."

At first sight, he was modest.

Jin Le said: "It's not that my evaluation is high, but that your work is so good that I feel that that pale evaluation is not worthy of it."

At first sight, he smiled and did not speak.

Jin Le continued: "Of course... The main reason is that you have a good eye. You chose my face and my smile. Which floor was it just now? That smile of Lai Xiaohai's eating is too greasy and unsightly!"

At the first meeting, I understood Jin Le's thoughts, so I glanced at Jin Le angrily and left, big villain... so angry.

Jin Le followed with a smile.

After reading all the works, Jin Le once again looked at her with admiration. A girl prepared five or six hundred paintings for this exhibition. If she is not a painter, who is a painter?

Although he used to write novels, he couldn’t keep going until he had written 10,000+ words. This is the gap, this is the contrast, and there is harm!

However, Jin Le has a thick skin and strong defense, so it is not a big deal for Diu Diu to hurt him, thinking that who writes novels these days... I will beat him!
　Come on, do a good job

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