Lan Weiwan put the drawing paper at the bottom of a pile of papers, so that he could not see An Huaijue's face.

But......

Lan Weiwan's eyes revealed a hint of softness, she lay on the table, her hand seemed to be completely disobedient to her own call, and she couldn't help but reach to the place where the drawing paper was.

She wanted to take another look, just one look,

Ahem, it's not to see An Huaijue, absolutely not.

Lan Weiwan just、I just want to enjoy my paintings, so there's nothing wrong with that, right?

Thinking like this, the ghost made a mistake, and Lan Weiwan pulled out the drawing paper again, held it with both hands, and held it high in front of his eyes.

The eyebrows and eyes are similar to the real An Huaijue, well, maybe more than eight points.

After admiring it for a long time, Lan Weiwan realized that he was too angry to do this, and quickly shook his head to sober up. If she continues like this, she may be bewitched by the person in the painting.

In a panic, he stuffed the paper in.

Struggling repeatedly between wanting to see and not being able to see, looking at the corner of the drawing paper, An Weiwan sighed deeply helplessly, and said to himself: "When can you simply order?"

Finally, Lan Weiwan still took out the painting and put it in front of the table, so that she could see it when she raised her eyes, and she didn't have to keep this matter in mind all the time.

While working, he looked at the painting in front of him, looked at the outline of this face, and I don't know why, Lan Weitai had a strange feeling.

The person on the painting is An Huaijue.

But how to look at it, how to feel a little familiar.

Lan Weiwan seemed to see the appearance of another person from this portrait, this person was very familiar to Lan Weiwan, yes......

Lan Weiwan stared at the painting, and she finally knew.

Why is An Huaijue a little bit of An San's shadow?

She didn't know if her intuition was accurate, but the more she looked, the more the faces of An Huaijue and An San merged in front of her eyes.

An Huaijue, there are indeed many places similar to An San.

Lan Weiwan's brows furrowed deeply, her original shy mood was swept away, she didn't know if it was her own illusion, but the portrait in front of her, whether it was her demeanor or facial features, made her connect with An San in her mind.

What is the relationship between An San and An Huaijue?

Lan Weiwan's eyes fell on the painting, recalling that before, she had also doubted all this, but there was not much evidence at that time, so she didn't think about it.

Now, seeing this painting, this thought has emerged in Lan Weiwan's heart, and there is an inextricable relationship between An San and An Huaijue.

"Looks like I'm going to have to see what An Huaijue looks like. ”

If she had the opportunity to look closely, she might have found clues in it.

This thought lingered in Lan Weiwan's mind, and she even sat on a chair and began to meditate, how could this idea be realized.

Take the opportunity to ask him out for dinner?

Or find a few more photos to compare?

In any case, it was impossible for Lan Weitai to let go of this matter again. Today, just with this portrait, Lan Weiwan has a lot of strange ideas, and if she can take a closer look at An Huaijue next time, maybe many of her doubts can be answered.

When An Huaijue was not paying attention, observing what he and An San had in common, this idea came to Lan Weiwan's mind, and she began to feel that everything might not be as simple as she imagined.

The portrait lay quietly on the table, but it looked a little mocking, and Lan Weiwan's shyness was swept away, turning to doubt and puzzlement.

When Lan Weiwan was meditating and trying to find some evidence, the screen of the mobile phone on the table suddenly lit up.

Lan Weiwan picked up the phone and clicked on the message interface, the sender, Xu Qing.

Xu Qing urgently informed Lan Weiwan and said: "The time of the competition has been advanced, I'm afraid the progress will have to be rushed." ”

Even if Lan Weiwan had a lot of careful thoughts, doubts and incomprehensions about An Huaijue, curiosity, etc., all of them were thrown out of the clouds at this time, she sighed and lay on the table.

"It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight!"

Lan Weiwan flattened her mouth, although she loved her job very much, but she had to work overtime, and no one wanted to.

After lying on the table for a while, Lan Weiwan put the matter about An Huaijue and An San behind him, took out the drawing paper seriously, and began to prepare for the competition.

When working, you must not use two minds, this is the principle of Lan Weilate.

In order to prevent the messy push from affecting Lan Weiwan's work status, she turned on the silent mode on her mobile phone and buried her head on the table to enter the work state.

When it was time for dinner, Ji Rou knocked on the door and called her: "Do you want to come out to eat, aren't you hungry?"

Lan Weiwan, who was very busy inside, sighed softly and said, "You eat first, I'm still working overtime to catch up." ”

Ji Rou carefully got some fruit and bread for her: "Let's make do to fill my stomach, no matter how busy I am, I can't be hungry." ”

Lan Weiwan said gratefully through the door, "Thank you." ”

This episode was followed by intense and hectic work, which lasted all night.

If you don't step up the preparation of the content, I'm afraid that the competition will be delayed, not to mention that Xu Qing has an opinion, and it is unacceptable for Lan Weiwan.

Since she promised to participate in the competition, she must show Lan Weiwan's best level, no matter what the final outcome is and what kind of ranking she will get, she will do her best and not hold anyone back.

A pair of eyes were a little bloodshot, Lan Weiwan didn't care, and immersed himself intently.

I worked all night and worked overtime.

Lan Weiwan turned her phone to silent mode, of course she didn't notice it, the phone screen flashed the same person's message prompt again and again, it was from An Huaijue.

An Huaijue was also full of anger and didn't quench the fire, but how could he not be happy, so after the two had a cold war for a long time, he still sent a message to Lan Weiwan.

But what is this girl doing?

Why did the messages sent in the past seem to sink into the sea, and there is no reply.

It's not too late for Lan to reply to my messages, right?

An Huaijue put the phone aside, crossed his arms, and narrowed his eyes, revealing some dissatisfaction.

As the perpetrator, Lan Weitai didn't know anything about all this, she lay on the table, didn't know how to sneeze three times in a row, thinking that the night was too cold and a little cold, so she quickly stood up and put on a piece of clothing.

Work is work, but you can't get sick, Lan Weiwan thought to himself.

Lan Weiwan naturally didn't think that she was sneezing because on the other side, someone was looking at the phone screen and talking to her.