C17 This Is Art

"Don't you think your body is worth more? Go over on Monday..."

Nie Yuning finally confirmed her position. She was a sellers. She had wanted to sell her body to Min Zikai before, but a mother suddenly appeared on the way.

Later, she chose a good-looking and powerful buyer. Before the matter of her brother settled, she had to look at the buyer's face for the rest of her life.

She had no choice. It was her luck that this buyer took a liking to her. Other than Shao Junhao, there was probably no one else who would dare to take care of her now.

"Thank you, Lord Tomahawk, for your praise. Then I'll put it away." Nie Yuning revealed a brilliant smile. She held the card between her hands and rubbed it. It was as if she was rubbing her hands to warm herself up during the winter.

Nie Yuning took Sijie to see her father in prison on Saturday. They just told each other that they were doing well and did not need to worry about it.

After sending Sijie to school on Monday, Nie Yuning went to Wutong Street. No matter how hot it was outside, this street was always cold. Those hundred-year-old Wutong's foundation was deep and solid, covering the sky with their hands. No matter how fierce the sunlight was, it could still isolate it from this place.

Therefore, those artists could use a comfortable posture to dip their hands into the ink and paint.

Nie Yuning stood beside the boy and watched him use art to earn money without saying a word. A sketch of 30, a drawing of 30, and an oil painting of 300.

The boy's skin was white and his hair was not scalded like children of the same age. His hair was in the shape of fresh and broken hair, and the sea of flowing water in front of his forehead was slanted by the wind. He covered half of his straight eyebrows and focused on holding the oil tray. He dipped it in the paint, appearing especially calm and beautiful.

After sending the buyer away, Nie Yuning started to joke with the boy, "Hey, not bad. You have to be a multi-millionaire."

The boy said indifferently, "It's not like there are people painting oil paintings every day."

Nie Yuning felt bored and asked, "What is art?"

The boy lowered his head to tidy up the paint and asked back, "Then what do you think art is?"

Nie Yuning looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the tree crevice, "I feel that everything beautiful is art."

The boy casually said, "Like you?"

Nie Yuning tilted her head and looked at the boy. "Am I beautiful?"

The boy put down the pigment he was tidying up and looked at Nie Yuning with a smile. That smile was so clean that it was like the breeze blowing between peach and almond white on spring day. It made one's heart flutter. "Not beautiful."

Nie Yuning could not help but feel disappointed and frustrated, "Yes, I also feel that... I am not beautiful." She did not deserve to be associated with the word beauty. Those who had pure hearts were qualified to be beautiful. For example, this boy would never say things that went against his heart. If he felt that something was wrong, then he would say it. If he felt that something was wrong, then he would say it. He was beautiful and clean. He did not need to look at anyone's face to live his life. He didn't need to depend on anyone. He was unconstrained.

If nothing happened to Yun family, she should be like this too. She should do what she liked to do and learn what she was interested in...

She suddenly felt that she was thinking too much. Shaking her head, she reached out and patted the boy's shoulder, "Hey, on this street, do you know anyone who can draw a human body well? A more reliable person who can paint a less beautiful person beautifully. "

The smile on the boy's face suddenly disappeared. He looked at Nie Yuning with a stunned face and a trace of panic, "Ah?"

Nie Yuning retreated to the side of the wall and the boy's bicycle was placed there. She lifted her butt and sat in the back seat, shaking her feet. She looked at the boy's eyes and puffed her cheeks. "I'm almost 19 years old and I want to paint an artistic human body. It's best to leave a souvenir and paint me beautifully. "

The boy only felt that he was a bit silly. He was scared silly by the girl in front of him. What did she want to do? Draw a human body? Let someone draw a human body for her?

"Doesn't your school often hire human models? Isn't it art? "

The boy felt as if his brain had been smashed by something, and he could no longer tell what he had heard. "You want to be a human model? "

"Why are you so loud?" Nie Yuning stretched out her hand to her mouth and made a silent mouth shape. "Lower your voice. Later, everyone will look over."

The boy snorted and turned his head away from Nie Yuning. "You actually want to be a human model."

Nie Yuning jumped off the bicycle. "What's wrong? Even if I want to be a human model, isn't it also for the sake of art? Don't you artists also say that the human body is the most beautiful art?"

Moreover, she never thought about being a human model at all. She just wanted to leave a memento for herself. Why did it have to do with her wanting to be a human model?

Nie Yuning moved forward and just as the boy turned his head around, she saw stars. She covered her forehead and complained, "What are you doing? The child has such a big temper!"

"You really want to be a human model? How can you be so depraved? "

Nie Yuning rubbed her forehead and looked at the boy who was inexplicably angry, "Depraved? Then the fruits drawn by your school are all depraved?"

"That's different!"

"How is it different? Isn't it all art?"

"You don't look like art, it's not appropriate!"

Nie Yuning saw that the boy was roaring at her with his face red. It turned out that such a good-tempered boy would not be able to tolerate her vulgarity. She could not help but feel lonely and sighed. "Am I that bad? Not beautiful. Even if you want to paint it beautifully, it is not suitable at all?"

...

The afternoon sun was scorching hot. When it shone through the French windows of a five-star hotel, it was somewhat lingering.

The girl looked at the sunlight on the ground. Her eyelashes were curled up like a small brush dipped in gold powder. Her long, curly blonde hair was combed to the left, revealing the perfect side profile on the right side.

Her arms were curled up on the European sofa, and her fair arms were placed in front of her chest. However, it also revealed a bit of an attractive garden with a smooth back. Her waist was curved upwards, that curve was really attractive. There was a thin veil covering her perky butt, which made people want to rip the veil off.

The room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of an hourglass. The boy stood two meters away from the sofa. In front of him was a drawing board, and from time to time, he would look up at the model on the sofa. Then he drew a pen, rubbed it with a touch of the brush, and his movements were smooth and smooth. Concentrated and elegant.

Not only did the girl on the paper have a pretty face, she also had a seductive figure, and her pair of legs, which were playing behind her back, appeared cute and playful.

Nie Yuning did not feel any pressure because her painter's eyes were too clean. You could not see anything other than the paint in his eyes. The boy would help her draw, which was out of her expectations. Because she always felt that they weren't from the same world, that she was filthy and filthy... But he was pure and unblemished, and let him draw her. She was even afraid of dirtying him.

However, she was afraid that she would become dirtier and dirtier in the future. Before she became completely dirtied, she should leave some thoughts for herself. Who wouldn't want to keep something that was still considered beautiful?

Time did not stop. What she did would end. Nie Yuning put on her clothes and looked at the painting that was still stuck on the drawing board. She wanted to reach out to touch it.

The boy grabbed her hand and shook it off. "You didn't do it. What are you touching?"

"Ah? Then what should we do? How can I take it away? "

The boy did not look at the painting or Nie Yuning. He put away the brush and paint and put them into the tool bag." Take it away? Wait till I finish framing it, then you can come and get it. "

" Alright then. I will go to Wutong Street to look for you in a few days. "

The boy kept his head down and busied himself with his own matters. " Mm. You can leave first. I'll wait until this painting is done before I leave, so as to avoid drawing for nothing."

" Then I'll have to trouble you. " Nie Yuning felt a little guilty. She felt that it was because she had known the boy for a long time and had taken advantage of him. "Well, when I take the painting, I will give you the money for the house you booked today."

"No need. I will count it in the painting. Why aren't you leaving?"

" Oh. "

After the boy heard the door close with a "Ka Cha," he looked up at the tightly shut door. He suddenly collapsed to the ground and lay down on the thick and soft carpet. His eyelashes hung down to his eyes, blocking all the emotions in his eyes. He breathed heavily.

He reached out to cover his chest and frowned. He kept jumping up and down. The crazy rhythm of his heart was a stranger he had never seen before.

It was as if the powerful sound in his ears was coming from someone else's chest and into his drum.

City Government AA Office Building

In deputy mayor's office, the secretary, Lau Chen, was reviewing Shao Junhao's schedule. When he heard someone knocking on the door, he wanted to go and take a look, but the person seemed to have a lot of face. He immediately locked the door and entered the office.

When he saw Qin Feiyan, Lau Chen smiled helplessly, "Chairman Qin, hello."

Qin Feiyan seemed to be quite familiar with Lau Chen. "How many times have I told you? Don't call me Chairman Qin. Call me Feiyan, Childe Yan, Chairman Qin, and Chairman Qin. You can call me Chairman Qin, but don't call me Chairman Qin."

Lau Chen shrugged. "It's the same." After saying that, he went to pour Qin Feiyan a cup of tea. Then, he walked out of the office and closed the door.

Qin Feiyan took off his suit, turned around, and hung it on the hanger. There was an innocent smile on his devilish face. "Brother, look at what Lau Chen said. How can it be the same? I'm so dedicated. It's not like I'm a romantic. "

"Haha." Shao Junhao could not help but stop writing. He looked at Qin Feiyan and put his elbows on the office table. "Feiyan, when are you going to show your good friend to me?"

Qin Feiyan walked to Shao Junhao's desk and casually sat on it. "After all, my sacred love is not the mainstream. For the sake of my future, I think it's better to have an underground relationship."

Shao Junhao stood up and bent over to slap Qin Feiyan's butt. "I think it would be better to put your butt on the chair in front of you."

Qin Feiyan stood up and turned around to sit on the chair. He sighed and said, "You only know how to bully the good people. Really..."

Shao Junhao did not bother with him and continued to flip through the dossier seriously. "What are you doing here?"

"Brother, what are you doing with Yichen?"

"Nothing."

Qin Feiyan was a fox to begin with. When he heard Zhuang Yichen nod his head, he could not hear the rest of it. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he started to bullshit, "For a woman, there is no need for that."

Shao Junhao raised his head, looked at Qin Feiyan's eyes, and then lowered his head, "What nonsense."

Based on Qin Feiyan's intuition, he should have some connections. He put on a posture of mediating a fight. "Actually, it's not necessary. It's just a woman. Brother, you really... We are brothers. We have broken our relationship because of a woman."