"Ten pounds." The man said in fluent English.
His voice was a little hoarse and strange, as if his throat had been injured in some way.
"Ten pounds?" Jasmine opened her eyes suddenly. Ten pounds is not a small number. Even a pound for a painting is considered expensive for such a street homeless person. No wonder this man has been sitting here, but
There were not many guests, only a few, and he always looked very idle.
And the mask he wears is indeed a bit scary.
She asked: "Isn't ten pounds too expensive?"
"Art cannot be measured by price. If you think it is expensive, you can find someone else to paint it."
As he spoke, the man began to look through the book in front of him.
"But you are too dark..."
The man spread his hands: "That is my freedom."
Jasmine saw that the man ignored her and left.
The man disappeared for a while.
Later, when she saw the man again, she found several paintings placed in front of him, which should be his works.
There are portraits and landscapes. Although for Jasmine, who majors in advertising, the men's paintings are not top-notch, but the use of lines and colors is very clever, which makes Jasmine a little yearning for them.
I thought it would be great if such a talented person could work for her company.
The advertising company she currently works for lacks art talents.
She also made this request to the man: "Are you willing to work in our company? Although the salary is not very high, it is definitely guaranteed."
The man shook his head, saying that he was happy with his current life and was not willing to work a nine-to-five job.
However, they became friends from then on.
From time to time, we would chat with Jasmine after she got off work.
————————————————————————————————
Men don't talk much, and Jasmine usually does the talking.
Jasmine once asked the man: "Why are you wearing a mask?"
The man said: "Because I experienced an accident, my appearance was ruined. In order not to scare others, I put on a mask. My throat was also injured, so my voice was a bit strange."
"Then you sit here painting every day and you have no business. What do you do for a living?"
The man smiled: "Actually, you don't need a lot of money to live in this world. I have other odd jobs. I just sit here for two or three hours every day. I actually like this road. I like this road."
The atmosphere, and you are the first person who is willing to chat with me, other people are scared to death when they look at me."
"……Where are you from?"
"Come from where you came from."
"Then...where are you going from now on?"
"Go somewhere."
"Aren't you talking nonsense?"
“The world is big, it’s the same wherever you go.”
"Then you have no relatives?"
"have."
"Don't you need to accompany them?"
"They have their lives."
Sometimes when it rains, the man is no longer in the square and cannot be seen. Jasmine feels a little empty, but when the rain stops, she finds that the man in the coat and mask is back in this corner.
.
Sometimes he would feed some food to the pigeons in the square. Although people did not dare to approach him, the pigeons were not afraid of him. Looking at his tall figure, standing among the pigeons, the wind blew up his windbreaker.
There is a kind of harsh beauty.
Jasmine suddenly felt that he looked familiar.
Uncontrollably, her eyes turned red.
The man turned his head and glanced at Jasmine lightly: "Is something wrong?"
"It's okay...can't I have a word with you?"
"I am very busy."
"What are you busy with? There are no customers." Jasmine pursed her lips.
This chapter has been completed!