Chapter 44

Chapter 44 The man in the photo

Question: "Which subject is the scariest? »

Answer: "An art student failed the exam.

Ask: "Who is the best employee in the school? »

Answer: "Librarian".

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Access world history from 1922 to 1949.

Abel was first an excellent art student at Rice University in Texas.

Rice University does not participate in the Ivy League because it is a Southern university.

But it could also be ranked in the top 10 in the United States. This is also the first university in the South of America.

Her most notable major is an art major.

Art is one of its strengths.

It's strange that in Texas, where martial arts are plentiful and illiteracy rates are high, the arts at a top university are so good.

It's difficult to answer this question. It's like wondering how a failed art student could bring such a huge movement to the world.

The problem cannot be solved.

In Ikana's eyes, Abel was sitting on a stool and starting to draw.

Changing from the previous brutal "vulgarity", it is no longer as easy as the "Wolf of Wall Street" at last night's party.

Abel was starting to draw when he fell silent. It seems like he doesn't paint, but he himself is a quiet artist.

This strange feeling of falling made Ikana's heart skip a beat.

He did not pretend, the white drawing paper on the drawing board quickly appeared a picture that was both familiar and strange to him.

Accompanied by the sound of acacia trees and wild cherry leaves being blown by the wind in the green space of Central Park.

The gentle and quick sound of the brush "rustling" on drawing paper made his eyes focus and shine. It was like the water of the artificial lake not far away, sparkling and shaking in the sunlight.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe ten minutes.

The quick and gentle "whooshing" sound stopped, followed by the sound of a brush being placed on the horizontal grid of the drawing board.

"Alright."

Abel stood up, smiled and said to Ikana standing next to him.

"It's a gift for you. A portrait of yourself."

What appeared before Ikana was a black and white "photo" of her wearing sweatpants, seemingly taken with the best camera.

But she knows very well,

That's not a photo, that's a sketch.

"Is it me?" » Ikana asked in shock.

The character in the sketch, judging by appearance and size, was indeed her.

But the Ikana in the painting no longer resembles him at all in terms of behavior. Ikana in the painting has a more mature temperament, a dignified, luxurious, graceful and gentle look.

The aura is very strong, she looks like a queen.

His expressions and appearance are also more mature than his current face.

And

She looked down from her neck.

The ego in the painting is also much larger than the current ego. is a lot.

She wondered how she could get so big.

"It's you. Who else?" Abel smiled.

He drew Ikana. But it was more than ten years later that he and his father climbed to high positions.

Ikana experienced time magic, changed states, and grew up.

At that time, Ikana's appearance and figure were not the most important things.

Temperament and identity are its most charming features.

Compared to Ikana, who was still very young, it was like the contrast between a queen and a noble lady. "Okay. It's really me." Ikana confirmed.

Because it really looked like her and she really liked the picture.

"Is this for me? I really like it, thank you!" Ikana smiled sincerely for the first time. Abel shrugged, "That's the gift I want to give you."

It's not only Ikana who is surprised by her "ego" in this picture.

Abel himself was a bit surprised.

It's just that he was very surprised, he didn't expect that after becoming stronger physically, he would be able to control his wrists and fingers so strongly.

Combined with Yuan's excellent drawing skills, he was able to draw such beautiful work.

This skill makes him feel like he is no fraudster in the financial sector. It is also possible to make a living from this hand drawing skill.

The painting is simply full of form and spirit.

"I really like it, I didn't expect you to draw so well." Ikana said.

She initially thought that on Abel's resume, a fine arts degree from Rice University was gold. Unexpectedly, she has real talent and knowledge, and can paint better than many real artists she has seen.

The main thing is that such an art student should engage in work related to art.

Ultimately, he went from Texas to Wall Street.

It is important that on Wall Street he achieved such success.

This feeling of distance is better than his simple and vulgar chasing words just now. This also surprised her.

Surprise gives birth to curiosity, and when curiosity arises, everything cannot be controlled by one's reason.

Ikana put this sketch away very carefully.

The "I" in the painting reveals the temperament and attitude that she desires.

She swears, she aspires to become such a character. She wants to get this painting back, keep it in a safe place and study it carefully.

She wants her current self to have the appearance and temperament of this painting.

As for the "big thing" on the board, can that be learned or not, right?

I can't go to Long now.

It's not as big as the one inside but it's not small either. At least one size larger than Paris and other places.

When the sign was put away, Ikana was no longer in the mood to run.

The two chatted while walking on a trail in the park.

Wait until the sun has fully risen, after nine thirty.

New York in August is starting to warm up. The two left Central Park and found a cute roadside cafe.

We ate something together and drank a cup of coffee.

Then Abel smiled and said goodbye. I know what is enough.

Leaving the cafe, Abel got into the Cadillac STS that had been following him the whole time. "OWNER?" » Edward whispered from the passenger seat.

"Carnegie Hill Building." Abel said directly.

Edward nodded and driver Andy immediately turned the wheel.

He ignored Jessica Alba in the morning and now he's going to Anne Hathaway.

I'm just looking for Annie, it's nothing personal. also have business.

He asked Annie to find her "teacher" Michael Levin.

He had something to say to CAA's Michael Levine.

In the back of the Cadillac, wiping sweat with a towel, he called David Mellon on his cell phone.

"Abel?"

"I'm here. David, tell Michael to come."

"Which Michael? Oh, see, Michael Ovitz? Where should he meet you?"

"Well, let him go to Lower Manhattan, to Charlie Brown's Pizzeria, on the first floor of 33 Ninth Avenue."

"It's okay, no problem."

(end of this chapter)