The right hand was crippled, which was an incurable wound in Gu Liangyan's heart. However, at this moment, it was opened mercilessly, showing its blood dripping to everyone.
The first question was so cruel...it cut off her escape route and put her at the forefront of the storm. If she didn't answer this question or didn't answer it well, it would be equivalent to acquiescing to all the speculations in the public's mouth. Gu Liangyan
He will definitely be kicked out by the Li family.
Not only that, from now on, she is completely useless in the design industry!
But isn't this the ending she was supposed to have?
Gu Liangyan asked herself in her heart.
She closed her eyes and opened them again. The unstoppable light in her eyes shocked everyone.
Gu Liangyan took out a piece of white paper and pencil from his bag and placed them in front of Mr. Fei's eyes.
Under everyone's curious, despised, disgusted, puzzled, and all kinds of passionate and probing gazes, I took a deep breath again.
Raise your left hand, wait for only five minutes, and a vivid character sketch will be completed.
Gu Liangyan was painting on the spot, and people around him gathered to watch. The number of people became more and more, until they blocked Li Jingyuan's view on the high platform.
The man became angry and coughed heavily. Everyone shrank their heads and immediately returned to their seats.
Only then did Li Jingyuan really see Gu Liangyan's painting, a simple pencil sketch of Mr. Fei sitting opposite.
The painting is just so-so, the man thought. Give her two more days, maybe it will be about the same.
Gu Liangyan stopped writing. Drawing was also a way for her to solve problems, so at this time, she already had the answer to Mr. Fei's question.
It's just that this painting, with the speed of her left hand, is not slow, but compared with her previous skills, it is far behind. Moreover, the talents in the design department are outstanding, and there are many people with this speed and better painting skills than her.
She handed the work to the old man with both hands and said respectfully: "Mr. Fei, please take a look."
Mr. Fei took it, glanced at it lightly, and put it back on the table: "Ms. Gu, I've finished reading. I've seen a lot of paintings by everyone. I won't say much about your painting. I've studied painting professionally."
The person who painted. So, you are doing this to tell me that your left hand can replace your right hand and it will not affect your value, right?"
Gu Liangyan's eyes ached, and she straightened her back, neither humble nor arrogant, and replied seriously: "No, my left hand cannot replace my right hand. I have always known this."
"Oh? So you're giving up?" Mr. Fei's thick voice said firmly.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were glued to every inch of Gu Liangyan's skin, guessing her next expression.
No one has noticed that Gu Liangyan is actually very scared now, afraid of being watched and talked about. Because every time she will think of the first day she entered prison four years ago, wearing a blue and white prison uniform, under everyone's gaze
Engraved with the name "Murderer".
"No. I won't." Gu Liangyan spoke, her voice rose slightly, and the woman's firm voice became more dazzling, "Mr. Fei, my answer is that my disabled right hand will not affect my value, nor will it affect my value.
It will not affect the value I can create for the company."
"Oh? Really? Why do you say that?"
“Because the inspiration for the design comes from my head, its true core is my ten-year course of study and my thousands of entries, as well as my personal aesthetic and perception. None of this was created with my right hand.
, my left hand can also do this work simply by outputting it.”