The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen does this every morning. He leaves home around eight o'clock and arrives at a park around eight forty or fifty, which happens to be when there are more tourists near the West Lake. He finds a terrazzo chair, opens the picture folder, and puts the Several portraits that he had carefully prepared were spread out in front of him. To prevent them from being blown away by the wind, they were pressed down with small pebbles.

Many people will stop when passing by, not knowing what he is doing. Some who are curious or courageous will ask him if he sells these paintings?

Zhang Chen told them that he was a painter, and he painted you like this. Of course, if someone really wanted to buy his paintings, they could just sell them and paint another one.

Every morning, the first customer is always the most important. Once you start painting, people walking around will know what they are doing at a glance, without even asking.

So every morning, if someone is interested, Zhang Chen will draw him a picture at the lowest price. An old lady with her granddaughter asked Zhang Chen if she could draw a picture for her granddaughter for 50 cents. Zhang Chen smiled and said : "Your granddaughter is so cute, I'll give her one for free."

After Zhang Chen finished painting, he gave the painting to the old lady. The old lady felt embarrassed, so she finally took out thirty cents and insisted on giving it to Zhang Chen, so Zhang Chen had no choice but to accept it.

Once he starts painting the first painting and gets started, the subsequent business will continue. In this way, Zhang Chen can paint more than ten or twenty paintings every day and earn a very good income.

Zhang Chen came here every day and got acquainted with the good badminton player and Ah Qu. He knew that Ah Qu was originally a staff member of the Municipal Art Center and that the badminton player was called Wan Guai. Why he was called that? I know, but I don’t know who gave it to him, probably because he was powerful. Anyway, when he was in elementary school, he was the king of fights in school, and the name Wanguai followed him.

Wan Guai is very good. He said that he and the world champion Han Jin have both played. Zhang Chen asked him who is better. Wan Guai laughed and said, it’s hard to compare. How can we compare with him if he doesn’t show mercy? I'm going to have my head shaved.

Zhang Chen knew that Wan Guai also had people he admired.

Aqu went earlier than Zhang Chen. Wanguai usually came after lunch and a short nap. When Zhang Chen went, Aqu always helped him occupy the best chair. He put his coat on He folded it neatly and placed it on the chair, with his woolen beret next to it. Others knew that this was Aqu's chair, and no one dared to touch his coat and hat.

When Zhang Chen comes, Ah Qu will give up the seat to him. Zhang Chen gratefully says, "Thank you, Teacher Qu." Ah Qu always raises his head and says, "It's a small matter!"

Zhang Chen leaves early and comes back late every day. Xiao Zhao always thought that he always went to that air-raid shelter. The only thing she felt was a little strange was that she asked: "My dear, why do you have to bring a picture folder with you to work now?"

Zhang Chen said yes, the workers were confused about many things, so I had to draw them to see.

Xiao Zhao said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

Every morning, whether Xiao Zhao gets up or not, whether at home or at the Red Flag Hotel, Zhang Chen still sleeps here with Xiao Zhao when she works the night shift.

After Zhang Chen finished painting his Zhang Chen watch, Xiao Zhao made sure to apply cream on Zhang Chen's face. She felt that the skin on Zhang Chen's face was getting worse and worse, and it was almost dry and cracked.

Zhang Chen thought to himself, with the cold wind blowing by the West Lake every day, it would be strange if it didn't dry out.

Zhang Chen thought the cream was too fragrant and refused to apply it, so Xiao Zhao threatened him. If you don't apply it, huh, then I won't allow you to paint a watch. Zhang Chen had no choice but to apply it obediently. After applying it, Xiao Zhao Zhao would also kiss Zhang Chen on the cheek and say, "Well, it smells so good!"

It made Zhang Chen dumbfounded.

Zhang Chen was riding a bicycle and smelled the sweet fragrance on his face. He felt like a girl. Everyone shrank and felt inferior. When someone looked at him, he would become suspicious, wondering if they smelled something on him. fragrance.

When the fragrance gradually dispersed in the wind, he felt that his manhood had returned and his waist slowly straightened.

Zhang Chen parked his bicycle at the door of the Xiling Yinshe sales department, sniffed his nose to confirm that the scent was gone, then walked in, bought ten pieces of lead drawing paper, asked the clerk to help, and cut them into eight pieces in the store. Open and bought three more 5B pencils and three carbon pencils.

Zhang Chen put the lead drawing paper into the painting folder. The painting folder was a bit heavy to carry.

He crossed Hubin Road and walked towards a park on the opposite side. As soon as he reached the park, an elder sister who was studying the national standard with A Qu saw him and ran over, shouting: "Xiao Zhang, what's wrong? Okay, something happened."

"Sister, what happened?" Zhang Chen asked quickly.

"Come and take a look."

As the eldest sister said this, she pulled Zhang Chen's sleeve and led him to the West Lake. When Zhang Chen walked there, he also took a breath of cold air. He saw seven or eight people on the edge of the West Lake that looked like the Academy of Fine Arts. There are students standing up with easels with picture folders on them, soliciting business from tourists.

It was over, business robbers were coming, his good days were over, Zhang Chen sighed in his heart.

This is what Zhang Chen should have thought of a long time ago. After all, this place is only a few hundred meters away from the Zhejiang Academy of Fine Arts. The people who pass by Zhang Chen every day must be teachers or students from the Academy of Fine Arts. They see Zhang Chen’s business Yes, once we go back and promote it, it will be a matter of time before these people come out.

Zhang Chen was sitting there, too embarrassed to even display the paintings. Ah Qu came over to take a look and understood. He said, I will help you display them. I still know a little about this art. I have gone to see them. No one can draw better than you.

As Aqu said this, he helped Zhang Chen open the painting folder and put out the paintings. When his students saw the teacher doing this, they all enthusiastically helped Zhang Chen to attract business. They shouted and made the place a mess. It was like a vegetable market. Those people were looking at this place and laughing. Zhang Chen was so embarrassed that Ah Qu stopped him and cursed, "Don't scream, don't scream. This is art, not a farmer's market selling side dishes."

The students just shut up.

At ten o'clock, Ah Qu and the others all left. Some of those people came over, looked at Zhang Chen's paintings, and went back without saying a word. They whispered to a few others for a while, and a few others came over without saying a word. , look, and left without saying a word.

There were only a few painting businesses by the lake in a day. As soon as these people came out, they had a few businesses one after another, but Zhang Chen didn't have any.

The customers who want to paint are different from other businesses. Those who don’t have regular customers are all the first time. Who can paint well and who can’t paint all depends on the customer’s feelings and the appearance of the painter.

Compared with them, Zhang Chen's disadvantages are obvious. First, they all have long hair hanging down their shoulders and look like artists. They also have easels and look more formal than Zhang Chen. It is impossible for Zhang Chen to go there just for this. Buying an easel was expensive, but he couldn't get in and out of the house every day with the easel. Xiao Zhao asked, "It's easier to explain if I carry a painting folder, but what if I carry an easel?"

The most important thing is that each of these guys has the school emblem of Zhejiang Academy of Fine Arts prominently pinned on their chests, and some even pin the school emblem on their hats.

Two little girls came over to look at the painting in front of Zhang Chen. One of them liked it very much and already wanted Zhang Chen to paint it. The other one looked at his chest, quietly pulled her companion and lay on her She whispered in her ear, but the whisper was not low enough. Zhang Chen also heard it. She said:

"This is not from the Academy of Fine Arts. It must be very bad. It's better to go over there and look for paintings from the Academy of Fine Arts."

After hearing this, the companion turned around and walked over there. Zhang Chen shouted: "No money, I don't want money to paint for you."

The two little girls turned to look at him, giggled, and left.

Zhang Chen sat there until more than twelve o'clock, without even eating lunch and without any business. He had no choice but to put the paintings into the folder, pick up the folder and leave. He wanted to change places.

To the left is Singing the Orioles in the Willows, which is just opposite the Zhejiang Academy of Fine Arts. You can’t go there, so you can only go to the right and go to the Broken Bridge.

Seeing Zhang Chen leaving, someone among those people shouted: "Brother, are you withdrawing?"

Someone whistled, and someone else screamed, "You idiot!"

I don’t know whether to scold Zhang Chen or someone else.

Zhang Chen could only pretend that he didn't hear anything.

Zhang Chen walked along the lakeside until he reached the Sixth Park. Along the way, there were people from the Academy of Fine Arts. When they saw Zhang Chen coming with a portfolio on his back, they all looked at him curiously, wondering if he was the one. According to legend, A man who made a lot of money painting by the West Lake.

After passing the Sanlian Bookstore in Liu Park, there is the courtyard of the United Front Work Department of the Provincial Party Committee. The courtyard wall blocks the road to the lake. Zhang Chen can only walk to Huancheng West Road, until he reaches the intersection with Beishan Street and turns left. Back to the West Lake.

Zhang Chen walked to the broken bridge and was disappointed to find that it was also occupied by students from the Academy of Fine Arts. It seemed that they had acted collectively.

Zhang Chen didn't find a suitable place, but he saw the child from that day. He probably still remembered him, so he came over hurriedly when he saw him.

Zhang Chen quickly left there, crossed Beishan Street, and walked to the Wanghu Tower opposite.

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