long thought

Chapter 8

"This should be the last time his works are exhibited."

Yang Fengshi was still dizzy and didn't react for a while, "Who?"

Lin Zhi took a deep breath and said, "Boss Lin."

Yang Fengshi woke up suddenly, and asked with some puzzlement: "Why?" Isn't it very easy for an artist like Lin Qiusheng to hold an exhibition?

"He hasn't drawn anything for a long time." Lin Zhi turned around and smiled at him, his expression was flat, but it was different from what Yang Fengshi had seen before, "He is such a proud person, the last painting exhibition in his life But he is willing to put other people's things together, heh." He snorted, and Yang Fengshi didn't quite understand the emotion in it.

He had met Lin Qiusheng a long time ago. He was wearing an elegant black suit, with his long hair tied behind his head, sitting in a black car, like a nobleman from the last century.At a certain moment when Lin Zhi sat in, his profile was almost exactly the same as his father's, and he always thought so at that time, Lin Zhi would definitely become like his father.

But now, Lin Zhi has become an illustrator. Although he is also a painter, his path is very different from that of his father. Even his appearance now is completely different from that of Lin Qiusheng when he was young.

"Lin...Uncle Lin, won't he paint in the future?" He originally wanted to be called Mr. Lin like everyone else, but he always felt a little strange.

Lin Zhi looked into the distance, "Now he prefers to be called Mr. Lin. I don't like it. It's disgusting. Adding the word 'small' is even more disgusting."

Yang Fengshi was stunned, thinking that everyone liked to call him "Mr. Xiao Lin".

"I can't control my mouth anymore." Lin Zhi turned around, his expression returned to normal, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, a gentle and polite look.

Yang Fengshi immediately stood up straight and waved his hands, "I won't tell anyone."

"It's okay, it's okay to say." Lin Zhi extinguished his cigarette on the rusty railing.

Yang Fengshi looked at him, and didn't know how to answer, but Lin Zhi quickly asked again, "Do you have any ideas for this advertisement?"

Yang Fengshi shook his head and said honestly, "Not yet."

"The old man's original words are, inheritance." Lin Zhi smiled, and his tone was mocking, "He didn't have the ability to hold a special event, so he advertised that it was 'inheritance'. Do you think he is funny?"

How could Yang Fengshi dare to answer, no matter how you say it, something is wrong...

Lin Zhi asked again: "Have you seen his art exhibition before?"

"I've seen it." As long as it was in Linshi, he went.

"Then you should have seen the advertisements. This time I am looking for a company to cooperate with. I plan to do a series of online and offline packaging, which is more troublesome." The previous advertisements were actually made by him. This time there are more things. I'm too lazy to care about it.

"Okay, when the first version of the plan comes out, can I contact you?" Yang Fengshi couldn't help emphasizing, "Contact on WeChat."

Lin Zhi didn't think about it, he just said, "Okay."

For the whole afternoon, Yang Fengshi didn't raise his head. He didn't seem to have this feeling for a long time, the feeling of doing something well.

"Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang!" Fang Jie called him several times, but he didn't respond, "Yang Fengshi!"

Chen Ziliang happened to pass by and patted Fang Jie on the shoulder, signaling him not to disturb him.

"Director, what kind of case is he taking?" Fang Jie asked puzzled. The last time I saw him like this was when he represented the company in a competition.

Chen Ziliang shook his head with a secretive expression on his face.

When Yang Fengshi raised his head, there were not many people left in the company, and it was dark outside. He rubbed his sore neck, then stood up and moved his stiff body.

"Yo, you're awake." Fang Jie, who was sitting opposite, said in a strange tone.

Yang Fengshi didn't quite understand what he said, "I'm working on something, I haven't slept."

"Really? You're awake." Fang Jie stood up with a sad expression on his face, "I haven't been able to hear me calling you since I was awake."

Yang Fengshi smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"Whose case?"

"Mr. Lin Qiusheng's gallery."

"Oh." Fang Jie thought back, "Is he still painting now?"

Yang Fengshi ignored him.

Fang Jie said to himself: "He, he has been in the old business for several years, and now he is completely a businessman, and his talent is exhausted."

Yang Fengshi paused for a moment while arranging things, and suddenly asked, "Where did you read these things, online?"

Fang Jie kept silent, and realized belatedly that he attached so much importance to this case, he must like Lin Qiusheng very much, and he still slandered his idol face to face.

He hurriedly apologized, "Oh, Xiao Yang, look at Brother Fang, he's not used to talking about the door, so don't take it to heart. I've heard it too, and it's not our turn to give advice to other artists."

Yang Fengshi sorted out his mood, raised the corners of his mouth unnaturally, and looked up, "It's okay, Brother Fang, I'm a little straight when I speak."

Yang Fengshi's good temper is well known in the company, Fang Jie also heaved a sigh of relief, and became lighter when he asked, "Do you like Teacher Lin so much?"

Yang Fengshi nodded dully, "En."

Actually it's not, it's just Aiwujiwu.

In the evening, he carried a stack of materials back home. There were layers of materials and manuscripts on the bed, and his arms were about to break when lying on the bed.When he got up for the third time, he planned to buy a desk when he had time.

If he doesn't go to work tomorrow, he plans to stay up all night, otherwise he won't be able to sleep well.

Xiao Hei had been sleepy for a long time, sleeping soundly at the foot of his bed.

In the dead of night, Yang Fengshi became more and more energetic, as if he had to get something out today.

At four o'clock in the morning, the framework and core of the entire set of advertisements came out, and it still needed to be polished and embellished, and the first draft was almost done.

Only then did he feel sleepy and tired belatedly, and he simply cleaned up and fell asleep.

He hadn't slept so deeply for a long time, he had no dreams all night, and when he was woken up by Xiao Hei in the morning, he felt a little angry for a long time.

"Xiao Hei, go away." He was so dazed that he still couldn't open his eyes.

But Xiao Hei was very hungry, so he didn't care about Sanqi 21, and when he saw that he refused to get up, he gnawed on his hair. Yang Fengshi was finally woken up by him, and went to pour him dog food and water.

Xiao Hei was full and happy, but Yang Fengshi couldn't sleep anymore, he was forced to get up at 9:[-] am for the first time.

He snorted a couple of small black round and black dog heads, and said in a sad tone, "It seems that you are not a good dog."

He ate something casually, and took out yesterday's things again.

It didn't feel as good as it looked last night, so he changed it again.Then I began to wonder whether to send it to Lin Zhi.

He looked at it carefully again, then took pictures one by one, checked them one by one, and finally decided to send them out.Just when he checked the box, he suddenly looked at the time. It's 10 o'clock. Are you still sleeping?He remembered that he was always late in the morning in high school because he was notified by the whole school.

So he waited and waited, and after washing and drying the clothes, it was finally 11 o'clock. He sent all the photos, and he didn't start typing until the circles next to each photo were turned: This is the approximate frame And positioning, do you want to take a look first?

He read it twice and changed "Would you like to read it first?" to "You should read it first."

Lin Zhi came back very quickly, probably before looking at the photos, he sighed first: You are so fast

Then he said: let me see first

Yang Fengshi stared at the exclamation mark for a long time, and suddenly became in a good mood.

Lin Zhi read it quickly, but he didn't comment on the advertisement first, but asked him first: Have you ever learned to draw?

Yang Fengshi: I majored in advertising design in college, and I have learned a little basic.

Z: The hand-painted part is very nice

Yang Fengshi's mood was like a balloon that was about to burst, as long as Lin Zhi blew a little more air into it, he would burst immediately.

Z: Very good, I don’t understand some professional parts, but it is very complete, looking forward to the complete work

The balloon in Yang Fengshi's heart seemed to be leaking, and slowly deflated.

It's just an advertisement drawing, what can't you understand?And you can ask him if there is anything you don't understand... Sure enough, is he too much?

Yang Fengshi: Good.

There is no going back there.

The feeling of worrying about gains and losses came again, as if he was weightless, and he could hardly breathe.

He hates himself for being like this, chaining his emotions to others, and it is unbearable to have a little ups and downs.He has persisted alone for so many years, but he still becomes vulnerable when encountering things related to him, and he will dissipate with a little wind.

He sat on the sofa with his back bent for a long time.Then I went to the closet and found the suitcase that I hadn't opened for a long time.

Most of them were manuscript paper, and some even had only a few strokes. He kept them one by one. They were used by Lin Zhi when he sat next to him in junior high school. There were also broken ballpoint pens, crumpled blank test papers, a The gray umbrella, the wristband with the running race mark...everything is related to Lin Zhi.

He has always been cowardly, except for that graduation photo, he dare not even put away a photo of Lin Zhi, and it is a crime to put it away.

He fell in love with a boy when he first fell in love. After years, all the initial fear, uneasiness, doubt, and fear have become the bitterness and precipitation of today.

He has been in love for so long that he seems to have almost forgotten his name.

Lin Zhi, Lin Zhi, Lin Zhi, if there is a next life, he must be called this name.

This life is too long and too deep, and he can't forget it.

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I wish everyone a happy 521, good health and all the best! (520 forgot to wish)