My Daily Salted Fish Routine

"Have you been hacked again?" Liu Yaoyao suppressed a smile.

"What's wrong with these people who have nothing to do and don't do much research on how to write their own books? They come here to criticize me all day long." Luo Jia said depressingly, "What kind of businessmen are not businessmen? If they have the ability, they won't accept money from writing books." Money.

"It doesn't matter, ignore them." Liu Yaoyao began to comfort him.

"I didn't intend to care about them at first. What's wrong with the merchants? My old man is not a merchant. This is a tradition." Luo Jia said with a smile.

Liu Yaoyao rolled her eyes: "Of course they think it's unbalanced. You little guy is just looking for money all day long, but you can't see where there is any artistic talent..."

"Sister Yaoyao, I don't like what you say. Why don't I understand art?" Luo Jia said in a dissatisfied "620" voice.

"Then tell me, where do you have artistic talent? Oh, I remember that your major is painting. Are you very talented in this area?" Liu Yaoyao said teasingly. Of course she said this on purpose. , but she knew very well that Luo Jia had skipped all his basic courses and occasionally went there once or twice. If he could learn to draw, he would be a truly unique painting genius.

Luo Jia was a little depressed. He studied painting at Jianghai University, but now the first semester has passed, but his skills in this area are still zero, which is about the level of a primary school student.

The main reason is that he didn't study it seriously and just looked at models. Now that he thinks about it, he really regrets it. If he didn't write a book and went to draw, wouldn't he be able to draw models openly...

Such an enviable working environment, it is much more comfortable than facing a computer all day...

And this is a great artistic creation that does not need to be concealed at all.

Luo Jia has the help of the little goblin in the system. If he really wants to learn to draw, it will not be difficult.

When he thought about it, he immediately regretted it to the extreme. If he had known this, he would have written a crappy novel. Why didn't he think of this before? He was such a fool and missed a good opportunity.

Liu Yaoyao was shocked when she saw that Luo Jia suddenly became so depressed. Could it be that it hurt the pain in his heart... No, Luo Qingyi used to be black all day long and he couldn't even draw straight lines. Isn't he straight? I haven't seen how he is.

"You...what's wrong with you?" Liu Yaoyao looked at him uneasily.

Luo Jia said with a sad face: "I want to learn painting, I don't want to write novels, I want to be a painter and study advanced art.

Liu Yaoyao was dumbfounded and said: "Do you like painting so much?"

"Yes, yes." Luo Jia nodded repeatedly.

"But this thing depends on talent, and in this industry, good people do make a lot of money, but people who are not good will live a miserable life, no one cares about it, and the poor can't afford to eat. "Liu Yaoyao began to persuade him seriously.

"But I still want to learn painting. I have a heart to pursue great art." Luo Jia said with a look of fascination.

Liu Yaoyao felt that something was wrong, it felt weird, but for a while she didn't think anything was wrong, so she coaxed: "Okay, okay, if you like painting, just paint. You can also do it as a hobby." Yes, it’s better not to give up on novels. How can you maintain your life without writing books?

"The pursuit of art should be whole-hearted. There should be no half-heartedness, otherwise you will not be able to do anything in the end." Luo Jia said seriously.

Liu Yaoyao was startled and felt that this seemed to make sense...

"For the great art, Sister Yaoyao, can you dedicate your body once? I will do a human body sketch." Luo Jia said with an upright face.

Liu Yaoyao was furious when he heard this, "Bah, you little pervert!"

"This... art thing, how can you say that I am a pervert." Luo Jia scratched his hair and said with a smile.

"Hmph, what kind of art are you talking about, pornographic art?" Liu Yaoyao sneered.

She finally knew something was wrong. Luo Jia now looked regretful, as if he really loved painting. However, when Luo Qingyi said that he was going to suspend his studies, he agreed indifferently. No matter how you look at it, you don’t look like you are interested in this aspect…………

"Hey, sister Yaoyao, you are too perverted. What I am talking about is pure body art, which shows the innate proportions and texture of human beings under the brush...

Liu Yaoyao snorted coldly: "Very good, since that's the case, since you want to pursue art wholeheartedly, it seems it's time for me to find a male model, let him strip naked and paint you a 0.

"This..." Luo Jia was immediately dumbfounded, why would Heng still draw men?"

"Of course. As a mature painter, you must be professional enough. You must not only paint men, but also old people, tall, short, fat, and thin. Oh, by the way, I will find a fat woman. Draw it for you..." Liu Yaoyao said very coldly.

Luo Jia's face turned pale, "No, no, no, I don't want to draw men, and I don't want to draw fat women either."

How could it be possible to draw men, and men draw men? How could I stand it, let alone a fat woman? It was so terrifying. When he thought about it, he felt that the scene was so beautiful that he vomited three liters of blood and couldn't make up his mind.

When he thought about it, it made his eyes ache, and he felt that his classmates were all real warriors.

If this is a true hobby, then forget it. After all, I like painting. As a painter, of course I have to paint everything, so it doesn't matter to me.

If you are like him, full of expectations and ready to watch beautiful models, then forget it, you will definitely be disappointed.

And 0.5, even if you are a beautiful model, you will probably get tired after watching too much. After all, everything is too much, and I always feel that as time goes by, I will lose interest. When the time comes, I will face the female models in the same state. Isn’t it going to be beaten to death? ………………

"Do you still want to be a painter?" Liu Yaoyao asked.

Luo Jia said dejectedly: "No, no, no, I don't want to be a painter anymore."

"Don't you want to be a painter so soon? In fact, I think painting is not bad..." Liu Yaoyao said quietly.

"No, no, no, I was wrong. I don't want to learn painting anymore. I swear to the death of not being a painter. I want to write books. I love writing books. Writing books is my life and everything to me..."

Liu Yaoyao nodded with satisfaction, Bah, you damn brat, I still can’t cure you?