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Chapter 4 Deliberate or Accidental Goodbye

In fact, Coco realized early in the morning that luck is not the bus that comes every 15 minutes.After pressing the call end button on the mobile phone, Miss Secretary's unreasonable refusal was still in my ears.

I thought I was fully prepared to accept setbacks, but when things came to an end, I still couldn't accept them.

Holding a heavy briefcase and walking on the road, Coco finally decided to stay away from the bustling commercial street, because the figure reflected in the window was too embarrassing.

There is no place in particular that I want to go. I was confused for a moment when passing the intersection. As a result, I missed the green light at the intersection on the left. Looking at the jumping numbers on the signal light, I counted down 30 seconds, and then walked to the right with the flow of people.

A lazy low-pitched chants came from the tweeter in the video store.

All around me are familiar faces, Worn out places worn out faces, Bright and early for their daily races, Going nowhere going nowhere.

Coco listened to a few words in a daze, and then made a detour.

Large supermarkets are running promotional activities, the sound of hawking resounds through the sky, and passers-by flock to it. The scene is comparable to opening a warehouse to release food. Coco is stunned and discouraged.

Going around in the city, going back and forth, and finally went to a place that I didn't want to go for no reason, and then sat down in a corner by accident.

After 15 minutes, Coco's doubts about why he came here was finally explained by the man who suddenly entered the field of vision.

is her.

She was standing in the shade of the trees by the side of the square, the standing easel covered most of her body, and the extremely low peaked cap cast a heavy shadow on her face, obviously she didn't have a strong sense of presence, but at a glance, Coco Can't look away anymore.

At that moment, Coco's mood was strangely excited and tense, mixed with a little bit of surprise and excitement. The hand holding the briefcase unconsciously exerted force, and the paper inside made a slight rubbing sound.

I have met by chance several times, but I have never looked at the other party seriously. Now that I look closely, I find that the facial features of the man hidden in the shadows are surprisingly upright and delicate, the thin lips are tightly pursed, and the expression is slightly serious when he is painting, and the expression is devoted And focused, the whole person exudes an indescribable charm.

At that time, three or five passers-by surrounded her and pointed at the canvas, but she was not affected at all, with no distracting thoughts in her mind, as if there was no one else around.

Coco thought, at this moment, it is really inappropriate to walk over and pat her on the shoulder and say, yo, what a coincidence, we meet again.

So I can only wait.

Coco waited patiently. If there is a clock tower on the square, you can see the second hand running round and round, ticking, ticking, ticking.

Endless.

I wanted to walk away several times, but I stood up, but I couldn't move my legs.

Walked too much in the morning, without a drop of water, already weak.

Group after group of people gesticulating behind the canvas changed, only Coco never left from the beginning to the end.

The wait has always been long, and Coco just felt that his patience was lost and he was in pain.

It was just a brief daze, and when I looked up again, there was only the easel standing alone in the shade under the tree, but the artist was nowhere to be seen.

"Isn't it?" Coco quickly stood up and turned his head to look around, and couldn't help muttering to himself, "Is there a toilet nearby?"

"Of course there is." The voice with a smile came from behind him, and Coco almost jumped up in shock, and turned his head to look in a panic. It was the picture that he had been staring at for nearly three hours. s face.

A slightly deep smile appeared on the man's face, and the peaked cap had been put on backwards at some point, and his face without shadows was clear and vivid under the bright afternoon sun.

Coco only felt that there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and the world was ending.At this moment, there is no place to be ashamed.

She knows I'm watching her secretly, she knows, she knows ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"What's your expression?" In the artist's eyes, he could clearly see a little white rabbit with fried hair screaming.

"... What a coincidence." Coco struggled to put on a calm expression, and squeezed out these two words with a slight trembling sound.

The artist blinked and suppressed a smile to respond: "Well, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"...I passed by, uh, the company is nearby, to see the pigeons." A sentence was spoken in such a way that even the speaker himself couldn't figure out what he was talking about.So I can't wait to dive into the ground.

"I like to come here to paint, and I come out after a night of sleep after get off work."

"You work the night shift, what time do you get off work?"

"Someone came to take over at six o'clock, and went back to sleep for five hours. I thought I wouldn't come out if it rained, but I didn't expect the sun to come out." The artist was a little taller than Coco, and she looked sideways at the bird in front of her. In addition to embarrassment and fatigue, the little white rabbit couldn't help asking, "Have you not gone home to rest? Your eyes are so red, and you haven't even changed your clothes."

Once the topic started, Coco's emotions gradually calmed down. Although the hot feeling on his face still persisted, he was no longer as nervous as he was at the beginning.

"The work is not finished." She subconsciously looked down at the briefcase she was holding in her arms, and swallowed the words she wanted to confide.

"Did the business deal you talked about yesterday come to fruition?" Asked casually, without probing or guessing.

The low and soft tone was just right, and Coco was fascinated by it, and followed her words and continued: "I'm late, and I didn't even see anyone."

"Then there should be the contact method of the other party. You can sincerely apologize and make another appointment."

"I called right away, but her secretary said that there was no chance of cooperation. Then I called again this morning, but was still rejected."

The artist was obviously a little surprised, and asked in surprise: "Why didn't you go to the other party's company immediately after the first phone call?"

"Why do you want to go there?" Coco asked suspiciously.

"Since I couldn't get forgiveness over the phone, of course I have to go a step further to express my sincerity. Did you come to the door to apologize?"

Coco couldn't help retorting: "But it would be more embarrassing to be rejected in person..."

She stopped talking suddenly and turned her head away uncomfortably.

Seeing this, the artist smiled indifferently: "This is the first time I do business, and I gradually got used to it. So, you were scolded by the department manager?"

Coco hesitated for a moment before saying slowly: "I... am the manager of the sales department. The chairman gave me a week to sign the contract no matter what."

"May I ask a question?" In fact, it was not a personal opinion, the artist immediately asked the doubts in his heart, "Is the chairman your dear relative?"

"...my mother."

All the truth came to light, and the truth came to light.

"No wonder." That was the only response he could make.

Coco immediately regretted telling the truth so easily, lowered her head and stomped her feet, and said, "I won't disturb your drawing, I'm leaving."

"Wait!" A slender and powerful hand suddenly grabbed her arm, and the warm temperature covered the skin, and Coco immediately shrank back as if being scalded.

"Did you throw away that four-leaf clover?" the artist asked.

Coco couldn't get rid of that hand, so he let her hold it, and shook his head vigorously at the same time: "I didn't throw it."

"It's good if you don't throw it away, it proves that the good luck is still there." The artist's tone is firm and confident, "Although the process will be very difficult, the result must be good."

Coco looked at her and said flatly, "Well, thank you."

It's so easy to say comforting words, but it's a pity that they can't change the facts.

"Are you not planning to go to that company?" The artist immediately understood her thoughts.

It seems that from that game, it can be seen that the little white rabbit is weak and sensitive, and it is easy to compromise and give up.

"No, that secretary's tone on the phone was so firm..."

"That is to say, it's not the client who rejected you?"

"He asked the secretary to convey the same."

"It's not the same," the artist stared into Coco's eyes, and said word by word, "How can you express yourself accurately when separated by a person, you must communicate face to face, communicate sincerely, and express your true inner thoughts. That way, others will understand and understand.”

Coco felt that the heat on his cheeks that had finally faded away was now warming up again, and he couldn't help thinking wildly, whether this person had a pun in his words.

"And coming to the door to apologize is only the first step. The most important thing is how to promote the proposal in your hand. As long as it is profitable, you can let go of your prejudices, let alone being late once? I guess the reason why the other party deliberately makes things difficult for you is because they want to Get ahead of you in terms of momentum, and then stand in a more favorable position when negotiating and signing. You should worry about how to prevent the other party from taking the initiative, instead of digging into the horns of being late." Just finished, the artist Then he found that the little white rabbit was looking at him with bright eyes, his face full of admiration, and maybe he would throw himself to the ground in the next moment.

"I understand." Coco nodded, "I'll go now."

The hand on the arm didn't seem to relax at all, Coco looked over in puzzlement.

"Are you going to meet a client in this dress?" I still remember that when she just put a light color on the corner of her skirt that day, she already had an expression of falling sky. Now not only the corner of the skirt is thick and colorful, but even the top is showing Stains, why don't you care?

"Ah, yes." Only then did Coco realize that not only was she disheveled, but she also didn't go home to take a shower last night, and now her body smelled of sweat.

"I'm going to find a hotel..."

Before Coco finished speaking, the artist interrupted: "My house is nearby."

"what?"

"I said, my house is nearby, you can come to my house."

The author has something to say:

Walking on the road yesterday, I found that there are lively children everywhere, and I realized that June [-]st is coming. The only thought is, I don’t want to grow up...