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"Ten pounds." The man said in fluent English.

His voice was a little hoarse and strange, as if his throat had been injured.

"Ten pounds?" Jasmine's eyes widened suddenly. Ten pounds is not a small number. Even one pound for a painting is already considered expensive for this kind of street vagrant. No wonder this man has been sitting here, but There are no customers, very few, and they always look very idle.

And the mask he was wearing was indeed a bit scary.

She asked, "Ten pounds is a bit too expensive, isn't it?"

"Art cannot be measured by price. If you think it is expensive, you can ask others to paint it."

As he said that, the man began to flip through the book in front of him on his own.

"But you are too dark..."

The man spread his hands: "That's my freedom."

Seeing that the man ignored her, Jasmine left.

The man disappeared for a while.

Later, when she saw the man again, she found several paintings in front of him, which should be his works.

There are portraits and landscapes. Although for Jasmine, who majored in advertising, the men's paintings are not top-notch, but the lines and colors are very clever, and Jasmine is a little yearning to see them.

I thought it would be great if such a talent could work for her company.

The advertising company she works for now lacks art talents.

She also made this request to the man: "Are you willing to work in our company? Although the salary is not very high, it is absolutely guaranteed."

The man shook his head, expressing that he was very happy with his current life, and he didn't want to work a nine-to-five job.

However, they have since become friends.

From time to time, they would chat for a few words after Jasmine got off work.

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Men don't talk much, usually it's Jasmine who does the talking.

Molly once asked a man, "Why are you wearing a mask?"

The man said: "Because I had an accident and my appearance was ruined, in order not to scare others, I put on a mask and my throat was injured, so the voice was a bit weird."

"Then you sit here painting every day, and you don't have any business, what do you do for a living?"

The man smiled: "Actually, living in this world does not require a lot of money. I have other odd jobs. I just sit here for two or three hours every day. I actually like this road, I like this road. The atmosphere, and you are the first person willing to chat with me, and everyone else is scared to death when they look at me."

"……Where are you from?"

"From nowhere."

"Then... where are you going from now on?"

"Go somewhere."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"The world is so big, it's the same wherever you go."

"Then you have no relatives?"

"Have."

"Don't you need to accompany them?"

"They have their lives."

Sometimes when it rains, the man is not in the square, and he cannot be seen. Jasmine feels a little empty in her heart, but when the rain stops, she finds that the man in the overcoat and mask has returned to this corner again. .

Sometimes he would feed some food to the pigeons in the square. Although people didn't dare to approach him, the pigeons were not afraid of him. Looking at his tall and straight figure, standing among the pigeons, the wind blew his windbreaker up, There is a biting beauty.

Jasmine suddenly felt that he looked familiar.

Involuntarily, her eye circles turned red.

The man turned his head and glanced at Jasmine lightly: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay...can I talk to you?"

"I am very busy."

"What are you busy with? There are no customers." Jasmine pursed her lips.