"Why do men nowadays like to dress up like this?"
At noon that day, a man wearing a see-through upper body and a lower body of rainbow-colored jeans walked into Kang's house. After Zhu Wanling asked him to sit down, she quietly pulled Kang Qirui over and asked. Kang Qirui took a look at Azu's friend, and could only say helplessly: "Maybe this is the artist."
After a while, Ye Mo also came to Kang's house and asked : "Is the artist here?" After listening to Azu's words, she specially dressed up today. She put on exquisite makeup, wore a tube top on her upper body that exposed her shoulders and waist, and wore a pair of tight jeans on her lower body.
“Artist?” Zhu Wanling glanced at the man sitting on the sofa and said, “That’s right. By the way, Azu has something to do with the crew today and won’t have time to come, so you two can talk on your own. "
The wild model glanced at the artist and said, "It's very good. How cool. It's much more reliable than the wild boar scientist yesterday." Then she sat next to the artist and said hello, "I am. Dream, may I ask who you are"
"Like a flower," said the artist. Zhu Wanling and Kang Qirui were speechless as they watched from behind. They could only say: "You guys sit here, we won't disturb your chat and go in first." They chose to stay out of sight.
"Miss Rumeng, you are really different."
The two chatted together, then said hello to Zhu Wanling and left Kangxi together. Home, I said I was going shopping.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the evening when the wild model returned to Kang's house. She was carrying a newly bought bag, took out a stack of money and handed it to Zhu Wanling, "Sister Wanling, this is the front We have paid off two months' rent, and we will pay it next month."
Zhu Wanling accepted the money with a puzzled look, while the second sister-in-law said with emotion: "I heard you guys. We had a very good conversation today. It’s different to have a boyfriend so quickly. Did you spend the money so quickly?”
"So how can a woman live without a man?" Erlao joked.
"Is it really the artist who gave it to you?" Zhu Wanling asked.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop," Yemo waved his hands and said angrily: "I don't ask for other people's money for nothing, it is remuneration for labor."
The second guy was surprised when he heard this. He asked politely: "What kind of exercise are you doing?"
The wild model glared at the second brother, "I have been a model for others for a day, what do you think?"
The second guy clapped his hands and said regretfully: "You, you, you, you silly girl, do you know the market? It costs at least two thousand yuan to do a life sketch for a day. How much money do you have here? You are at a disadvantage. "
"What a mannequin, look at this painting." Yemo took out a painting from her newly bought bag, "Although I don't know this painting. I can’t understand it, but he said he drew it according to me, and it also has a human form.”
Everyone looked at the painting for a long time, but they didn’t see what it had to do with the wild model. Azu said: "I tell you, they don't understand, I understand. This is an abstract art painting. Picasso knows it, right? He is a master of abstract art. One of his paintings is worth millions of dollars. This is his style."
"You said this is an abstract painting?" Yemo asked, Azu nodded. The wild model asked again: "Then how much is this painting worth?" Azu was stunned, how did he know this? He glanced at Kang Qirui, who was quietly reading the newspaper next to him, and said, "You have to ask Ari about this. He knows this. He studied under a famous Chinese painting family (see Chapter 88), and Chinese painting is also painting. Well, he understands this thing best."
Ye Mo and everyone looked at Kang Qirui. Kang Qirui put down the newspaper and took the abstract painting from Ye Mo. He looked at it carefully for a while and then commented. Said: "This painting is quite ordinary. It is just a relatively elementary work of abstract art painting. It is very large and figurative. Abstract art works come from the artist's subjective impression of the real world and are not subject to the influence of objective images. "Constraint" emphasizes the reflection of the artist's emotions and feelings, and a large part of this work is figurative, which means it is still restrained by objective images, so it is relatively ordinary and elementary." Ye Mo suddenly had a look on his face. Feeling disappointed, Kang Qirui comforted him: "Painters usually grow up slowly from the junior level. As long as you two are in agreement, there is no need to be too restricted by his painting level." Yemo After thinking about the income from being a model for Ruhua for a day today, I nodded and thought it made sense. After all, that person was at least rich.
"Rumeng, it's time to eat." At noon the next day, the writer came to the door of the wild model's room and knocked on the door.
“I won’t eat anymore.” The wild model was just trying to choose clothes for a date, so she couldn’t think about eating. But the writer thought that the wild model was unhappy, and said: "Don't shut yourself up in the house all the time. What aroused you? If anyone bullies you, tell me."
The more the wild model listened, the more excited he became. Annoyed, he simply opened the door and said: "You are just being stimulated. Stay away from me."
"I think your mood has been wrong since you came back yesterday. I thought you were crying." Writer's story Tsukuru said with concern. "Am I crying? It's too late for me to laugh." Yemo said with a smile.
"What are you so happy about?" the writer asked. Seeing that the wild model just looked at him without answering, he asked again: "Did you find the wallet? Someone introduced you to the business?"
The wild model helplessly asked He took a breath and said: "What kind of business are you talking about? If you really want to know, I will tell you. I was introduced to my boyfriend. I met him and thought it was okay. It's pretty good."
"I knew it, there must be joy." The writer's reaction was a moment slow, and then he said angrily: "What? Who? What bastard is so wicked as to introduce you to a boyfriend?"
"Don't worry about it." Yemo, of course, would not betray Azu, and said sweetly: "Anyway, please take it easy in the future, I am a famous lady now."
" Tell me who the bad guy is, and I'll tell you I'm going to fight him today." The writer was furious, "How dare you steal my girlfriend from me."
The wild model glanced at him, covered her mouth and smiled: "You are very ambitious. If you really dare to duel with others, I will consider you."
"You tell me, time, place, you Tell me." The writer was completely stoked.
"He will be here in a moment. If you want to duel, just wait." Yemo shrugged and said nonchalantly. The writer left after hearing this. He went out to have a good meal and drank two bottles of wine. He thought that eating enough would give him the strength to fight, and drinking would give him courage.
When he returned to Zhu's house after eating and drinking, he heard Ye Mo and Ru Hua chatting and laughing in the room. He slammed the door, "Come out, come out." It really looked like a duel.
The wild model opened the door, and Ruhua walked out of the room and greeted him proactively, "Brother." The writer clenched his fists and raised them in the air, staring at Ruhua with burning eyes. Ruhua smiled. He was taller than the wild model, and even taller than the writer. He did not panic and joked: "Is there something wrong with your hand? Isn't it a cramp?"
"No." The writer was a little timid looking at Ruhua's height, which shows that being drunk does not necessarily make people brave.
“He wants to practice boxing with you.” Yemo said to Ruhua with a smile. Ruhua also smiled, "Practice? What kind of boxing are you learning? Monkey boxing? Drunken boxing? Mantis boxing? But I think your posture is wrong." He patted the writer's clenched fist lightly. After the fight broke up, he said, "I'm learning free fighting. If you want to practice, I can spar with you."
"Sparring for what?" The writer was completely frightened, "I'm just joking." (End of this chapter)