Senior is too arrogant

There are still two days to go to work. In these two days, Kangwei did not have any activities and lay idle in bed.

Lu Yuzhe went back to England, Huang Qian also flew to Australia, and Lin Dongye had nothing to say. As for those in the same dormitory, those who went back to their hometown had other things to do. Kang Wei found that he could not find a friend to eat with in this city, as if all the excitement disappeared overnight, which made people sad.

In the past, he was busy with schoolwork and work. He was busy every day and lived a full life. Now he doesn't have to be busy with anything. Instead, he doesn't know what to do. Kangwei suspects that he is ill!

Looking at the crystal lamp on the roof, Kangwei suddenly feels that she shouldn't live like this. She still has a good youth. If she is just busy with her schoolwork and work every day and only has a boyfriend chatting with a few good friends in her life, it's really a waste of time. She can't go on like this any more.

Thinking of this, Kang Wei gets up, goes to the bathroom to clean up, changes into a fresh dress, and goes out with her bag on her back. She wants to see how people around her live.

World Trade Plaza is the largest consumer center in J city. Although Kangwei often comes to eat and shop with friends, he seldom observes it well. It's rare that he would think of it. Kangwei walks on the street with a baseball cap and looks at the crowded street to find out all kinds of things in the world.

Although the weather is hot, there are some physically abnormal beggars in some shady corners, hiding in the dark corners of the city, waiting for charity from the kind-hearted people. At first, Kangwei was always soft hearted when she saw these people. Every time Huang Qian would pull her away, and then carry out some education, so that every time Kangwei saw beggars, he would avoid them. After all, Huang Qian was right, most beggars were "working".

There is a boy sitting there in the fountain of the World Trade Plaza. In front of him is an easel. He is painting something. Behind him is a huge sun umbrella, and there is a picture box beside it.

As a fan of painting, Kangwei naturally went there.

"Excuse me, do you draw pictures here?" Kangwei stood in front of him, blocking part of the light.

The boy looked up at her, then turned his eyes to a cardboard beside his feet, which said "sketch, 20 yuan each".

Kangwei looked back at him and said to draw a picture.

The boy gave Kangwei a Mazha and asked her to sit opposite him. Kangwei took the Mazha and sat down about one meter away from him. The wind blew and raised Kangwei's horsetail.

The boy looked at Kangwei, occasionally picked up a pencil to measure Kangwei, and then wrote. Kangwei looked at him as if he had seen himself.

I don't know if I feel that after a long time, Kang Wei was sweating, and the boy finally said "OK". Kang Wei got up and came to him and took the picture. He had to admit that the boy's painting skills were very good. He drew her very much, and the horsetail raised behind him was more flexible. Kang Wei said thanks to him, moved Maza back and gave him 20 yuan from his wallet, Contentedly, he looked at the picture for a while, and then left the picture.

It was already noon. Kangwei went to a restaurant and ordered a piece of spaghetti. He sat in front of the window, looked out of the window and began to eat.

Although the weather is hot, there are many people walking outside. I don't know what they are busy with. Kang Wei looks at them and thinks of himself. In fact, he is not a member of the vast crowd. He just finds out the problem.

Maybe I want to start a new life after I go back, but what is a new life?