Watching Su Yue leave.

His house was good and cheap, and he thought that if Su Yue went to see it, she would definitely like it very much.

So he is sure she will be his second landlord.

After all, there are really no landlords like myself who don’t make money from tenants!

Who made me a bug in this world?

He looked up at the starry sky.

He suddenly felt that he was very small.

Now the prophet Ximing has used up, and everything that the company and investment can do has been arranged. The halo that was previously put into him has disappeared. He has gone from an outstanding investor who is as expected in the eyes of others to an ordinary young man who cannot be more ordinary.

but.

Once a person reaches a certain level, he actually cannot choose to retreat. Just like Zhao Kuangyin of Chenqiao's mutiny, perhaps he is unwilling to ascend to the position of the Nine Five Lords, but the people around him need him to become the emperor.

By the same token, Ximing is no longer magical, and he will definitely be exposed if he remains in Yanjiao, so it is better to find an excuse to study and gain the ability to match.

Yanjiao, in two years, its company should develop very well, after all, Dong Mingzhu's ability lies there.

After looking at the starry sky, Xi Ming entered his BMW car.

ignition.

Loose clutch.

The BMW car drove towards Poly Yeyu.

After a while.

The car arrived at the community parking lot.

After getting off the car, Ximing took out the vegetables he bought in the afternoon from the trunk.

Ximing returned home and put all the vegetables he bought into the refrigerator.

An Xirou was devoted to painting, but she didn't even notice Xi Ming's return.

Xi Ming sat down quietly and admired An Xirou who was seriously painting and her paintings.

An Xirou was painting with all her heart, and she entered a very mysterious situation. The brush under her fingertips seemed to be painting with her soul, and she seemed to be integrated into the painting. There was no other thing in this world.

At this moment, Ximing saw An Xirou's eyes indescribable happiness.

What is happiness

Happiness is when others eat steamed buns, and you will be happier than others when you can eat meat...

Happiness means that others wet their whole body in the heavy rain, but if you have an umbrella, you will be happier than others.

Happiness means that others are doing work that they don’t like, and you can do things that you are interested in and love.

Ximing feels that people like An Xirou are very happy, and she can choose the art industry she loves.

Then what is art?

Art is the artist's mind that feels what makes people excited and expresses it in art forms such as painting, music, etc.

The wonderful music is endless and the outstanding paintings are endless.

Yes, this is art, it has magical charm, it attracts generations of people who are interested in it.

Xi Ming also liked painting when he was a child, but the children in the countryside did not have that kind of conditions in his era. Later, he could learn painting in high school, but the tuition fee was very high.

When you grow up.

Xi Ming always believed that the image of an artist was that long hair, dirty body, and unruly appearance. When An Xirou said that she was a painter that day, Xi Ming was very surprised. It turned out that the painter also had beautiful women, not just sloppy Uncle Van Gogh!

After a while.

An Xirou finally finished writing.

Xi Ming couldn't help but say, "It's so good to draw!"

Ximing's words allowed An Xirou to recover from her state of forgetfulness.

"Brother Xi, you are back!" An Xirou looked happy.

"Well, I'm back. You are so good at this level. How did you do it? The paintings are like photos. And the skin of the person you painted is like a blue and dark red blood vessel. Your painting skills have reached the level of a master. I think they can be compared with Van Gogh, Picasso, and Raphael."

"Brother Xi, don't say that. If people hear it, it's a joke. How can I compare with those masters?"

"Don't be humble, you've painted it really well and it's very real."

"Brother Xi, if you stand before the original works of Titian's classical masters, you will really feel that shocking and transcend reality. Mine is still missing!" As he said that, An Xirou's eyes unconsciously showed her yearning.

She seemed to see the paintings of those masters appearing in front of her. She crossed time and space, and was enjoying their paintings again.

Artists just like to fantasy. In just a few words, this girl is like she is selfless. It’s okay for you to forget yourself, but there is still a living person standing in front of you.

At this time a discordant voice sounded.

No matter how beautiful a painter is, he is still a human being.

He will scream when he is hungry.

An Xirou covered her stomach embarrassedly.

"Brother Xi, I have been painting in the afternoon and forgot to eat. I will go to eat as soon as possible."

Xi Ming wanted to say something, but An Xirou had already run to the room.

Ximing saw her take out a bucket of instant noodles.

"Are you going to eat instant noodles? You are lucky to draw. Girls are not in good health when eating soaking. I bought vegetables in the refrigerator, so you can make some."

“I can’t cook.”

Can't the painter cook? Ximing thought to himself, but he didn't blame him. Maybe the girl's family atmosphere and environment made her not have to go into the kitchen at all. However, Ximing originally wanted to do it in the afternoon, but later she was delayed by a collision.

"I'll do it."

"Brother Xi, haven't you had supper either?"

"I've eaten it, but I want to have a midnight snack now." Ximing said with a bit of gritting his teeth.

An Xirou cutely spit out her little tongue, then nodded gently and said "Yeah".

Looking at her long eyelash rhythm, Xi Ming felt a little distressed when he looked at her. I guess she often ate instant noodles when she was alone, no wonder she was so thin.

"Wait for me, I'll go cook for you."

"Um."

Ximing took out the rice from the kitchen cabinet.

This rice is the fine Cambodian fragrant rice bought by Ximing. This rice has been awarded the title of world's number one rice several times and is known as a treasure in grain, worth 20 yuan per kilogram.

With money, Ximing certainly pursues good ingredients and a quality life, so he doesn't feel sorry for such expensive rice at all.

Because in this world, only food and love cannot be let down.

Now he has no love for the time being, so he has to be a little nicer to his stomach.

Wash the Cambodian fragrant rice with bright colors, full grains and the same size, and wash it clean with the jasmine fragrance.

Cook rice first, because the rice takes the longest time, usually takes twenty minutes to get better. If you cook too much rice, it will take even longer.

The rice is cooked.
Chapter completed!