Restrain the anchor, the police uncle can't catch him

The old lady's words caused Chu Qian and the others to reflect.

This is the same as the important principle of love bread?

Life and ideals also need to choose

Most people have long forgotten their dreams without knowing it.

Their dreams are transformed into making more money, driving a good car, living in a luxury house, and other material aspects.

But even with those things, there are still many rich people suffering from depression.

Because most people are very lacking on the spiritual level.

Ordinary people think that money can solve 99% of their troubles.

The reason why they are troubled is simply because there is not enough money.

But he forgot his original intention.

Like Chu Qian, she insisted silently, not hindered by any temptation, and still sticks to the road of anchor.

Such people are rare.

"I'm 35 this year. I drive a Daben and live in a 200-square-meter house, but I still feel like a failure. I remember my dream is to be a rock guitarist..."

"I wanted to be a lawyer at the earliest, but now I am a Didi driver. I also want to continue to take the qualification certificate, but if I continue to take the exam, I will have no money to eat!"

"I liked being a pilot when I was a child, and flying a plane was my favorite. Now my girlfriend is a flight attendant, so it's half done!"

"Why does it sound weird to say upstairs, can you not spoil the atmosphere!"

"At first I thought the boss was a clown, but after thinking about it, the clown seems to be us. At least the boss is still sticking to his dream..."

"Look at what the boss said, and then make a decision. If the boss really paints well, I'm willing to sponsor him to hold an exhibition..."

"If I have 100 million, I will definitely donate it to you to realize your dreams, but I can't do it with 100, because I really have..."

"Could you be more serious, the man upstairs, why do you like grandstanding..."

"..."

Chu Qian looked at Xiao Ru, and suddenly asked a question on a whim.

"Xiao Ru, do you like traditional Chinese medicine?"

Xiaoru shook her head resolutely.

"I don't like it, it's because my aunt forced me, otherwise I wouldn't choose that damn thing!"

Her answer surprised everyone.

I thought Xiaoru would give an exemplary answer.

How much do you love yourself, and how much effort have you put in for your own interests?

But obviously, this upright little girl didn't play by the routine at all.

But Xiaoru pondered for a while, and then continued.

"Although I don't like traditional Chinese medicine, I like keeping bugs and pets..."

"For example, the little fool on my head, look how cute it is!"

The gecko on the head stuck out its tongue forward as if feeling the response.

The water friends suddenly felt a chill.

Sure enough, this little girl's hobbies are different from ordinary people's.

Xiao Ru continued.

"But then I found out that it's quite interesting. My pets can also help other people heal diseases, which makes me feel quite fulfilled!"

Chu Qian asked.

"Then do you like Chinese medicine now..."

Xiaoru nodded, then shook her head again.

"I don't know, but apart from Chinese medicine, I don't seem to know anything else!"

"At least I don't hate studying Chinese medicine..."

Chu Qian nodded, then looked at Bai Ye again.

"Student Bai Ye interviewed you, why did you choose Chinese medicine!"

Bai Ye replied flatly.

"I want to become the strongest Chinese doctor, there is no reason!"

"Eh..." Chu Qian was a little ashamed.

These two people have some strange brain circuits, and they don't play cards according to routines at all.

The main answer is irrelevant.

An awkward interview was quickly interrupted by the boss.

Holding a thick stack of toilet paper, the boss quickly came to Chu Qian.

Like a parent showing off his beloved toy, he slowly opened the straw paper.

Chu Qian and the others all looked at it seriously.

I just wanted to boast a few words, but when I saw the painting on the paper, I was speechless.

"Ah, this..."

The paper was colorful, with various mottled lines intertwined, and the colors exploded chaotically.

It has nothing to do with beauty at all, very incongruous.

Chu Qian and the others were shocked when they saw the painting. They bit the bullet and wanted to praise, but they couldn't think of words.

Bite the bullet and flipped through a few more sheets, and found that every sheet was like this.

Although Chu Qian and the others have not dabbled in art, they can still distinguish the basic beauty and ugliness.

This can no longer be called abstraction.

Totally convulsive.

The boss looked at Chu Qian expectantly, expecting to hear approval and praise from Chu Qian.

But Chu Qian really couldn't do it.

Fortunately, Xiao Ru helped her out.

The upright Xiaoru said it directly.

"Boss, are you painting weeds? These colorful ones make me dizzy!"

The boss explained for a moment.

"No, it's a butterfly, can't you see it?"

Xiao Ru was stunned.

"Forehead……"

She really couldn't bear to hit the boss's self-confidence.

After all, the boss has persisted for so long, if he knows that his paintings are like shit.

Will the mind explode?
But if it's a boast, I really can't think of words.

Being as straightforward as Xiaoru is a bit awkward.

Xiao Ru took out another piece of drawing paper.

A huge grimace on the drawing paper, colorfully painted, looks like a female ghost, which makes people shudder.

Xiaoru began to analyze.

"Boss, your painting is very artistic..."

"This female ghost should have shown your inner fear at that time, your dispute over fate, your pursuit of ideals, and your dissatisfaction with reality..."

"My analysis makes sense!"

Even Xiaoru was forced to say such a thing, which shows how anxious she is.

The boss opened his mouth wide.

"No, this is my mother!"

The three of Chu Qian were completely dumbfounded.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were even more blown away.

"Good guy, I take back what I just said, the boss is not chasing dreams, but giving away heads..."

"With his talent at this level, even if he spends another 100 years, he won't be successful. No wonder the old lady disagrees..."

"This painting is indescribable. It is as abstract as grandma's house. It is estimated that Picasso will not be able to see his artistic conception when he is alive..."

"What kind of dream boss is this pursuing? Hurry up and find a class, just kidding!"

"It's a waste of emotion. To be honest, has this boss really studied hard? I suspect that he is just lazy to play games..."

"..."

When everyone was surprised, the old lady also brought up the cooked noodles.

Seeing the boss's painting, she couldn't help but shook her head and sighed helplessly.

"Although I don't have much culture, I can still tell the difference between beauty and ugliness..."

"You drew me like a female ghost, am I that ugly in your mind?"

Chu Qian and the others could hardly hold back their laughter.

Grandma's words are really funny.

The boss showed a disappointed expression.

"Oh, why can't you understand my paintings, so boring!"

Chu Qian thought that their performance had hurt the boss, so she was ready to comfort her