Chapter 3: Gu Bai was so touched that he started to cry.(part-1)

No, elementary school students nowadays don’t chase people with such naive means.

Some time ago, Gu Bai saw a little boy drag a little girl past the flower shop and bought a rose for the little girl with pocket money.

No matter how bad you are at chasing, you should still know how to buy some flowers!

Gu Bai hesitated to say something and looked at Zhai Liangjun, who was holding the wine bottle and howling, and silently swallowed what he wanted to say.

He was not familiar with this him, and he couldn’t say anything to him.

Gu Bai was keened for a while by Mr. Zhai, who was madly drunk and gradually developed a resistance to Mr. Zhai’s subtle charms that suddenly appeared from time to time.

He hugged his paintings carefully and walked upstairs, bypassing Mr. Zhai, the tall and handsome madman who was lying on the ground like a bear child.

Gu Bai was about to graduate from the Mural Painting Department of S City Academy of Fine Arts.

S City Academy of Fine Arts is the premier art academy in China. Unfortunately, the graduation design exhibition of the school has just passed.

Gu Bai could only watch his classmates sell designs one by one and get offers as an unpopular mural painting department.

His paintings were indeed sold, but there was no company or team to take him in.

Gu Bai’s empty pockets were patched with cloth, and there was not a dime left.

His dad remembered to give him a residence, so he didn’t need to pay for living expenses.

Gu Bai uncovered two hooks and a roll of steel wire from the cabinet in the corner of the second floor, stepped on the cabinet to paste the hooks on the wall, strung the steel wire, and started to hang the pictures one by one with the clip.

These were Gu Bai’s hands-on works, and there happen to be a lot of them.

Gu bai hung two steel wires across the two ends in this spacious studio.

Taking advantage of the light, Gu Bai took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures one by one.

Even the hands-on work, for Gu Bai, a poor student, has real value.

For example, if you put these items on a particular exhibit, the sales are pretty good with more than two hundred pieces.

When he was short of money, Gu Bai carries an easel with a small bench and sits on the pedestrian street side in the city center, and draws for cash.

The paintings are now on sale, watercolor sketches, 51 yuan.

In the paintings, he draws the scenery and imagines and whatever the buyer wants as long as they pay.

It was unambiguous to paint wherever the buyer refers.

He squats on the roadside for over a day and can receive two or three hundred yuan when lucky. But, with the scholarship, the money was barely enough.

After all, painting is a money-burning business.

Especially Gu Bai, who specializes in traditional painting on paper, which uses unique materials for paper, paints, and brushes, and everything costs money.

It’s not easy to find a job. Gu Bai had already submitted hundreds of resumes with his eyes closed. Finally, he was called and told that there were only six interviewees. Then, due to the fierce competition and Gu Bai’s poor representation, he wasn’t hired.

Face doesn’t play a significant role when looking for a job, especially when the interviewers are all men.

Gu Bai was a little worried about his future.

He took all these pictures and prepared to go back to school, use the computer in the school’s computer room, and repair these photos with ps to make them more high-end and western-style.

On the way, he made a new one for one of his treasured stores.

Gu Baizheng pulled his slippers downstairs and found that Mr. Actor had already left.

Before leaving, he also cleaned up the messy wine bottles and facial tissues on the table for him and even took away the garbage bags.

The only piece of facial tissue left on the table was spread out flat, with a bag of vacuum-packed snacks pressed on it.

On the top, with the pen that Gu Bai left on the coffee table, it says: Gu Bai, your cooking was delicious; this is a reward.

There was even a signature from Zhai Liangjun.

The handwriting was gorgeous and smooth, and it looked pretty good.

Gu Bai looked at this facial tissue and couldn’t help but smile.

Although the IQ…no, although the means of pursuing his sweetheart is a bit naive, Mr. Zhai was still a good person after all.

I don’t know how much money this facial tissue can sell for a particular store.

Thinking of this, Gu Bai couldn’t help picking up the facial tissues cautiously while also stuffing small snacks into his pockets.

Walking back up to the second floor and hanging up the facial tissues just as carefully as it was a treasure to the world.

It’s a pity that his name is on it, so it’s not easy to sell.

Gu Bai was extremely regretful about this, and went back to the first floor with a bit of loss, tidied up a bit, and went out with his wallet in his hand.

S City Academy of Fine Arts Station is eight stops away from Shanhai Road Station in Wuzang District.

The subway was full but not too crowded.

Gu Bai gave up his seat to an old man and took out the snacks in his pocket that Zhai Liangjun had given him.

The vacuum bag packaging looks like a small sub-packages in a big bag, and there is no fancy trademark. Instead, the Wingwang mountain red meat is printed on it.

...To be continued... ...

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