No longer paying attention to what was going on outside, Lin Feng began to enjoy his lunch. These things seemed to have a lot of variety, but in Lin Feng's opinion, they were just like that. It was either bread, barbecue, or pasta. It was good to eat it once in a while. Yes, but Lin Feng wouldn't be able to bear it if he ate it every day.
After simply eating a little, Lin Feng left here. Compared to the food, Lin Feng preferred the architecture here. He is now thinking about whether he should study architectural design systematically and then design Neverland by himself. If he What an honor it would be to be able to build a world-class estate with your own hands.
Although this is a town, it is not small at all. It is crowded with various buildings and there is no place to grow trees. Lin Feng is also a little puzzled that there are actually towns that do not plant trees. The color is really It's a bit monotonous.
Is this the aesthetic difference between Europeans and Chinese? Lin Feng shook his head. He still liked that there were a lot of green plants near the buildings. The buildings here could only be used as a reference, taking the essence and discarding the dross.
While walking, Lin Feng suddenly found a small shop selling painting tools on the street. He suddenly thought of his current identity, so he walked in. The shop was not big, and you could see the whole thing at a glance. There were piles everywhere. Collect various painting tools, such as paints, scrapers, brushes, canvases, brackets, etc.
Lin Feng looked at the dazzling array of painting tools and couldn't help but feel dumbfounded. He made up an identity at random and thought about drawing something randomly, but he didn't expect that there were so many tools and he didn't know how to choose. So I had no choice but to ask the owner of the store for help.
"Hello boss, I want to buy some painting tools. Do you have any recommendations?"
"Ah? You paint by yourself, don't you know what kind of tools you need?" This is the first time the boss has met a customer like Lin Feng. After all, the customers who come here to spend money have generally learned to paint, and they need He naturally knows what kind of tools he needs. Even if he is a beginner, the teacher will guide him to buy the necessary tools. Besides, he has never seen a beginner of Lin Feng's age.
"Haha, boss, to be honest, I'm just a beginner and can't draw yet. I just came to this holy land of painting and felt something in my heart, so I want to record the beautiful scenery I saw with a brush, so I plan to Come here to buy some painting tools. Of course, if the boss knows a painting teacher, please introduce him to me and I will pay some lira as reward." Lin Feng said very politely.
"Oh, that's right, that's right. There are indeed many people like you who come here because of the reputation. But painting is not something you can learn if you want to. It is an art that requires unique talent. And at your current age, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn anything." The boss sighed, and he seemed to be a person with a story.
"Boss, I just want to learn casually. As long as I can draw pretty well, it's fine. I don't need to be a great painter." Lin Feng said casually.
"Okay, actually, I studied painting before. If your requirements are not high, I can teach you for a while. I wonder how much you can give me?" the boss said.
"The relationship is good, I'm willing to pay a thousand lire every month, but you come to teach me, what about your store?" Lin Feng gave a price that he thought was more suitable.
"Haha, I'm leaving. You can let my wife take care of me. Anyway, it's war time and there's not much business. You are my first customer today. To tell you the truth, my store will soon be unable to open. If you don't find me anymore, It’s a job, and our whole family is almost out of food, so I’m very happy to be your painting teacher.” The boss said helplessly.
Then the two of them chatted for a while. The boss's name was Arthur. He also had a dream of being an artist before, but no one appreciated the paintings he painted. In the end, he almost couldn't eat, so he had no choice but to open such a shop with the help of his wife. The shop selling painting tools is barely making ends meet.
Then Lin Feng bought a lot of painting tools under Arthur's guidance, and then he carried them back to the car, and then put all these things into the space. Seeing that it was getting late, he drove back to Andrew's Home.
Andrew's wife Anna has already tidied up Lin Feng's room and is cooking in the kitchen. Andrew has gone out to return home.
When Anna didn't come back, Anna heard the noise and knew that Lin Feng was back. She quickly came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands on her apron twice, and said with some restraint,
"Mr. Vito, Andrew has not come back since he went out. I have tidied up your room and put on new sheets. Do you have anything else to say?" Anna looked a little at a loss, unlike Lin Fenglai before. He looked completely different when he was there. He seemed to be frightened by Lin Feng's methods.
"Oh, I understand. There is nothing needed for now. I will call you if necessary. You don't have to be so reserved. Just treat me as an ordinary tenant. I'll go up first. You can do your work." Lin Feng After saying a few words, he went up to the second floor. Anna was not a beauty, and Lin Feng was not so hungry that he was not selective about food, so he was very polite to her.
"Oh, okay." Anna forced out a smile and watched Lin Feng go up to the second floor. Then she remembered that there was still something cooking in her pot and hurriedly ran to the kitchen to check.
Lin Feng came to the house and looked at his room carefully. Because Andrew said this was his daughter's room, Lin Feng didn't have the nerve to take a closer look. Don't look at anything inappropriate, but now it's his bedroom, so he thought Look at it however you want.
The bed sheet was replaced with a white one with a few small yellow flowers on it, which looked a bit lazy under the sunlight. The walls of the room were white, of course not the current white color, but looked a bit rough. , full of unevenness, Anna brought up a few more pots of flowers, Lin Feng couldn’t name them, but they looked very comfortable.
Lin Feng took off his coat and threw it on the bed, then lay down firmly on a lounge chair by the window. The sunshine outside the window happened to shine on him, and the sea breeze with a slight salty smell blew in. Lin Feng Feng felt that his body and mind suddenly calmed down, as if fame and fortune were all burdens at this time. He just wanted to put these things aside, stay here forever, and enjoy the tranquility here.
Just when Lin Feng seemed to be asleep, he heard a knock on the door.
"Mr. Vito, this is Andrew, have you rested? Is it convenient for me to come in?"
"Oh, come in." Lin Feng stood up and stretched, and saw Vito pushing the door in from the outside.
"Mr. Vito, I have found the people you need. There are eight of them in total. They are all trustworthy. They are downstairs now. Do you need to meet them?" Andrew said carefully.
