After eating the ramen, Bingzheng sighed comfortably, then stood up and stretched. He went to the house and felt the squeaking north wind. He suddenly felt that he came to Bingzheng. He went downstairs to get a piece of paper and a pencil, and started to draw again. Then he started drawing soon. A picture was born in his hands. After painting, Bingzheng breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he signed his abbreviation on the corner, then raised his hand, and the words he had just drawn were blown away by the wind. Bingzheng looked at the painting that was blown away by the wind, and waved his hand with a smile. He looked at the painting that was blown away by the wind. He waved his hand as if he was saying goodbye to his friends. Bingzheng looked at the painting flying far away and returned to the house with a smile.

Inside, Bingzheng lay on the sofa, covered the blanket, turned off the light, and then turned on the TV to watch it. The painting that was blown away by the wind rose and fell, and quickly flew to the window of a building, and was blown by the wind to stick it on the window. If no one noticed it, then the painting would not last long and would be torn apart by the wind. But (TV series) It was just so coincidental that a girl who was about to get off work stood up from her work station with her backpack. Just as she was about to leave, she saw something on the window. The girl walked over and saw the thing stuck on the window. It was

A painting. After seeing it, the girl smiled and shook her head, then opened the window and took the painting in. "Pencil drawing." After the girl closed the window, she looked at the painting. "Yes, whose painting is this? Why did she let it fly away?" The girl looked at the painting in her hand. "Yeah, Lin Enxian, aren't you going to get off work? Why are you still here?" At this time, someone came in from outside and looked at the girl Lin Enxian and asked. "A was going to leave, but I saw a painting on the window, so I took it over." Lin Enxian looked at the other party and said, "Pressed on the window

The painting on the house." The other party came over. "Yeah, editor-in-chief Li, take a look." Lin Enxian handed the painting to her. "Let's see." Editor-in-chief Li took it over. After reading it, Editor-in-chief Li nodded. "Yeah, the painting is very good, yeah." Editor-in-chief Li nodded when he looked at the painting and then found something was wrong. "This is BZ's painting." Editor-in-chief Li was excited. "BZ's painting, do you mean that this painting is BZ's painting by a genius minimalist painter. It's impossible. How could that kind of painter make his paintings blow away by the wind?" Lin Enxian was a little disbelief. How could there be such a painter?

"Haha, you don't know. Bz is a very casual person. Basically, the paintings he draws are all the moment when the inspiration explodes. Because the time of the inspiration burst is very short, he usually draws with pencils, because after using pencils, he no longer needs to adjust various colors of seasonings. When he draws, when the inspiration disappears, it is the moment when he stops his pen. Then he will send the painting away in various natural ways. Once it floats away on the river surface, and the painting is picked up by someone after drifting less than 20 meters, and then dried. The water flow further improves the painting, forming a peerless masterpiece.

A painting, water and pen tip, was auctioned, and was finally contaminated by the New York Museum of Modern Art, and the price was $1.5 million. After that, many people came to the stream to pick up the water and pen tip, but no one picked up his paintings again. Later, someone found a painting hanging on a tree, and that person went up to get it. Originally, the man wanted to throw it away because he regarded it as the garbage thrown by someone else's children, but he took a look subconsciously, and that glance brought him enough to live his life's wealth. When he took it down, some places of the painting were gray, and some places turned white, but more

The place is because the leaves are stained with green color, and the paintings on the drawing paper form a combination of heaven with the green on the drawing paper, and the painting is called green leaves. Now at the Metropolitan Museum, it costs 2.4 million US dollars, and several paintings appeared later, all of which are in this form. Later, after carefully looking at these paintings, people found that there were vaguely two letters in the corner of the painting. Later, after enlarged, the letters that appeared were bz. Since then, bz became famous overnight, and the prices of paintings he and the world naturally completed were getting higher and higher, like this painting." Editor-in-chief Li shook the painting on his hand and looked at Lin

Eun-hyun "No problem with 1 million US dollars." After Editor-in-Chief Li said that, he handed the painting to Lin En-xian. When Lin En-xian heard the offer from Editor-in-Chief Li, he opened his mouth wide and looked at the painting. Such a piece of paper is worth one million US dollars? Are you kidding? When she saw Editor-in-Chief Li handing the painting to herself, she was even more confused. What is this to do? "Hold it, this is what you discovered, and it naturally belongs to you." Editor-in-Chief Li looked at Lin En-xian and said. "Ah, give it to me?" Lin En-xian pointed at herself, a little unbelievable, and this was given to herself. You said in person just now that the pace of this painting was 1 million US dollars, and you were not moved.

Lin Enxian slowly raised his hand, but his heart was in a mess. "Stop looking, it's yours. It's what you discovered, why didn't I have such a good life?" Editor-in-chief Lee rolled up the painting and put it on Lin Enxian's hand. "If you want to buy it, you can buy it for me." Editor-in-chief Lee looked at Park Enxian and said, "Oh," Lin Enxian was even more confused. "Stop looking, those sky-high paintings have experienced natural luck, and this painting was just drawn, so the price is not too high. The $1 million I just said is only the price that this painting will only have when it reaches its extreme. And if you want to get this situation, it is basically impossible." Editor-in-chief Lee looked at Park Enxian and smiled and said, "That's it." Lin Enxian tightened the painting in his hand. "Yeah, that's it."

How can we reach the extreme?" Lin Enxian looked at Editor-in-Chief Lin and asked, but after asking, she regretted it. Can you still ask? "Is this? You have to try your luck. Simply put, it is to say that God will give you this opportunity." Editor-in-Chief Li smiled when he heard it, and then pointed to it and said, "Oh, that's it." Park Eun-Chief Li said, "Yeah, get off work quickly." Editor-in-Chief Li said, "Then I'll leave first!" Lin Enxian looked at Editor-in-Chief Li and said, "Yeah, let's go first." Editor-in-Chief Li waved his hand. After watching Lin Enxian leave, Editor-in-Chief Li smiled and shook his head. What's the luck? Editor-in-Chief Li turned off the light and left, while Bing-Chief Li watched TV for a while and fell asleep. Before he fell asleep, he turned off the TV. The next morning, Bing-Chief got up again and went to the forest.
Chapter completed!