The female supporting role just wants to survive, but the boss insists on falling in love

After making a fool of themselves, the three of them finally entered the art gallery awkwardly.

In order to get rid of the "rumors" and to prevent Ding Jingcheng from getting jealous again, Zhuang Xiao consciously stayed away from the two of them.

Originally, Shao Quan and Zhuang Xiao went in together, leaving Ding Jingcheng, who had no ticket, behind.

But unexpectedly, Ding Jingcheng just said a few words to the registration girl and went in before the two of them.

For this reason, Shao Quan couldn't help but give Zhuang Xiao a very resentful look, "Xiaoxiao..."

Zhuang Xiao coughed twice and said, "I was wrong, I was wrong." While smiling, he gave Ding Jingcheng, who also had a sad look, a helpless look.

However, Zhuang Xiao soon had no time to enjoy the melon, as her eyes were involuntarily attracted by the gorgeous and creative paintings on the wall.

This is a joint exhibition of contemporary painters with a wide variety of subjects and forms, including traditional oil paintings, collages and digital paintings.

As Zhuang Xiao looked along, he couldn't help but stop in front of a medium-sized oil painting.

The colors of this painting are pure and bright, and it seems to be glowing when hung on the matte gray wall.

The two people who were pushing each other behind me caught up and looked at the nameplate of the work. This painting is called "Sunflowers" and it is a new creation of a famous painting.

It’s called Sunflower, but the painting is not a sunflower.

The composition of Van Gogh's famous painting "Sunflowers" is adopted, but the picture is not a bottle of sunflowers filling the entire frame, but cats crowded together.

Each kitten is chubby and dyed with golden, bright warm colors. Their furry fur is scattered all over the place. From a distance, they look like sunflower petals, energetic and flamboyant.

Not to mention that the little guys have different expressions and when they are stacked together, it seems that you can hear the chaotic cries in your ears, which shows that the painter has extraordinary skills.

Zhuang Xiao stood quietly in front of this lively painting, her thoughts gradually drifting back to the past when she had also painted sunflowers.

In the past, as an abandoned child suffering from congenital heart disease, just staying alive consumed all her energy.

But she is not pessimistic about this. Being alive is the meaning of life, and illness is part of it.

She walked her own path slowly and firmly. After nine years of compulsory education, she was admitted to a public high school and became one of the few college students in the orphanage.

After graduating from college, even though she encountered many setbacks due to health reasons, she found a job as a painter copying famous paintings.

Squeezed in a rented house in an urban village, she followed a painter who was also not a professional, exploring the unknown world stroke by stroke. In this assembly line environment, noble art is just a means of livelihood, but she experienced something else from it.

The first painting she copied was Van Gogh's "Sunflowers". The petals blooming to the point of decadence were like blazing flames, full of vitality. Zhuang Xiao liked this kind of desperate vitality.

That's just how she is, trying her best to bloom every day.

After two years of painting, she was able to complete the "Sunflowers" by herself without thinking. She was so skilled that she even began to wonder if she would have the chance to see the real "Sunflowers" in her lifetime.

Unfortunately, the flower of her life had already blossomed and withered, and in the life and death battle between her body, the latter had the upper hand.

After signing the organ donation form and donating his meager savings to the orphanage that raised him, his life finally came to an end.

At this moment, Zhuang Xiao looked at this alternative "Sunflower" and sincerely felt the bond of fate. She didn't expect that she could see such a unique sunflower.

Shao Quan looked at Zhuang Xiao who was lost in thought. He felt a deep sadness in her for no reason. Just as he was about to speak, a voice spoke first, "It seems that you like this painting very much."

Zhuang Xiao turned around and saw a lady with a gentle smile standing next to her, also looking at the painting.

She was probably in her thirties, wearing a loose and simple cotton and linen long skirt. The natural folds and graininess added rich details and meanings to this simple long skirt. Her hair was simply half-tied behind her head, and a rough-textured wooden hairpin could be vaguely seen. She exuded a calm and soothing temperament.

Zhuang Xiao nodded, "A lively life is always fascinating."

"It seems that you have a story about life." The lady nodded slowly and took the initiative to introduce herself, "I am Han Dai, thank you for stopping by to see my work."

"Zhuang Xiao." Zhuang Xiao smiled back, "I should thank you for your work. It made my trip worthwhile."

"Since we are heading in both directions, I wonder if I have the honor to share Miss Zhuang's story?" Han Dai looked at Zhuang Xiao sincerely.

From the moment Zhuang Xiao entered the exhibition hall, Han Dai was attracted to her. No one does not love beautiful things, especially artists.

Zhuang Xiao's beauty is an extreme one, a charm that comes from her fine, dense flesh and bones. It is alluring, but not frivolous. It seems that she has carried a lot and melted a lot to become this charming and graceful.

As soon as Han Dai saw her, she had a rare desire to express herself. It seemed that as long as she could capture this charm on paper, it would be moving enough. This was why Han Dai took the initiative to talk to her without hesitation.

"My story is probably from my past life, I can't remember it clearly." Zhuang Xiao traced the solid and powerful brushstrokes on the painting with his eyes, and smiled, "I only remember that I also painted sunflowers."

"Oh?" Han Dai didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise, "I didn't expect that Miss Zhuang and I are in the same boat."

"I was just copying, and I made a living as a painter." Zhuang Xiao explained.

"I'm just a painter." Han Dai suddenly thought of something. "There's a painting experience being held upstairs today. Why don't you give it a try, Miss Zhuang? It's fate, isn't it?"

Zhuang Xiao became interested and was about to agree, but then he remembered that he had two other dining companions, Shao Quan and Ding Jingcheng.

Ding Jingcheng noticed Zhuang Xiao's concerns and took the initiative to say, "Let's go together."

After saying that, Ding Jingcheng covered Shao Quan's eyes, which looked like he was looking at a ghost, and said, "I am also very interested in painting."

Shao Quan was amused and said, "You have a simple mind but strong limbs. Don't break the pen..."

Ding Jingcheng snorted softly and pinched the back of Shao Quan's neck so hard that he almost lost control of his throat.

A few people went up to the fifth floor. In the center of the glass skylight, where the sun shines the best, there was a small area for visitors to experience the scenery. Most of them were children, and there were also a few young people taking pictures with small cameras. Zhuang Xiao guessed that they were probably internet celebrities like her.

However, once he picked up the paintbrush, Zhuang Xiao had no time to pay attention to anything else. He was immersed in it involuntarily, watching the wet and thick paint blending and falling on the paper stroke by stroke, and the previous feeling of touch also came back.

She didn't notice at all that more and more people gathered around her, and Shao Quan and Ding Jingcheng, who were originally playing and fighting, also became quiet.

Han Dai stared at her intently, her eyes full of admiration.