I forgot what the regulations are. There must be an elevator for seven floors and above. Therefore, all buildings in this community have elevators. I don’t know when it will start. We also have elevators in our city, and more and more, many people don’t like elevators, but for convenience and time, we can only do nothing. The protagonist of this chapter is a painter, his name is Fang. Fang’s paintings are good, his friends say so. Painting this thing actually has a lot to do with people. As long as you are well-known, the handicrafts may be much stronger than people’s hard work. Fang is still very young, he thinks he was Van Gogh back then.
Fang often thinks that if he jumps down like this, will his paintings have the height of Van Gogh. But Fang is not stupid, art is art, life is life. The two cannot be compared. He came to this city, he chose this small high-rise, so-called ascending and looking far, only in high places can you see farther, which is why the first floor of the small high-rise is the cheapest, the more expensive it is upwards.
As usual, Fang went to the rooftop upstairs, unfolded the drawing board, and put on white paper. He suddenly didn’t know what he should draw, what he wanted to draw, or even what he would draw. sketch? watercolor? traditional Chinese painting? Oil painting? Fang Xin had no idea, decided to go out and relax. This city is very small because the large areas near the sea are all saline-alkali land. The grass is not growing and it is very barren.
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Walking on the road, Fang felt very lonely. In this city, he didn’t have many friends, only a relative, and was not very close. “Fine, I’ll draw it tomorrow. Find some friends to sing tonight.” Fang thought about it, took out his mobile phone, and dialed his classmate’s number. Qiang readily agreed. Qiang is now working as a standard white-collar in a company here. Unlike Fang, he is a standard science man.
“Cheers” After drinking some beer, he started to be unscrupulous. He forced a few women, who were neither beautiful nor ugly. They frowned at each other, but Fang was invisible. “Have you heard, the place you live in is not very clean.” Curious to drink the wine in the glass, I was curious and asked why. “Your building, a few died this year, a few are missing, people are panicked, otherwise the rent is not so cheap.” Qiang poured another glass of wine. “A woman in our company has just disappeared. Our deputy general manager, the son of the boss, is his boyfriend. When the woman came to our company, the company went smoothly. It was very eye-catching and disappeared like this.” “Oh ?” Fang asked about the woman. “It turned out to be her, and I had some fate with her.” After hearing Qiang’s detailed description of the woman’s appearance, Fang remembered seeing this woman several times. Fang also felt sad when he remembered that Hong Yan was no longer there.