Most of the destroyed paintings are finished, they are erased with a spatula, and each stroke is precise but bold. When you look at this painting closely, you can only see the general outline of the picture, but when Ren Jiayi looks at it from a distance, he finds that Cen Qi has painted a large cluster of black roses surrounded by fire and burning, and the petals in the lower left corner have been burned to ashes.

The second-year graduate students had never seen Cen Qi's painting style, nor had they seen Cen Qi suddenly become emotional, and they couldn't help but be nervous.

The female student hurriedly said, "Call Teacher Zheng quickly." ”

"The teacher hasn't arrived yet, so you can't talk on the plane. Another student said.

"Then what to do, she won't be ......" The female student glanced at Cen Qi, who lowered her head, and didn't dare to say the word "sick".

"You go and get busy, I'll help her clean up. Ren Jiayi spoke at the door, and the students turned back to look at him, and Cen Qi also raised his head.

"Brother Ren?" the female student hesitated and asked the other students, "Is this okay?"

"No, there's no way, we don't have the contact information of Cen Qi's family. The male student said, "I'll send a message to Teacher Zheng first, Brother Ren will help watch her, and I'll go to the door to see if Cen Qi's sister-in-law is here later." ”

They didn't talk to Cen Zhu, and they were stunned to communicate with Cen Qi. Before Professor Zheng left, he said that they could discuss something with Ren Jiayi, and the male student entrusted Cen Ji to Ren Jiayi.

After the three students left, Ren Jiayi walked up to Cen Qi and looked at the paintings on the ground, squatted down and picked up a tube of paint piled on it, and his fingers suddenly became colorful and greasy.

Cen Qi's apron and canvas shoes were also stained with paint, and the white upper was stained with black and red.

After Ren Jiayi finished picking up the paint, he lifted the palette that was buckled on it and put it aside, took a tissue from the next table, and squatted down to shine Cen Qi's shoes. Cen Qi retracted her feet at first, but Ren Jiayi didn't look up, and stretched out her hand to polish the tips of her shoes. The pigment is thick and thick, and the shoes are not clean.

"You help me get that oil. Ren Jiayi pointed behind Cen Qi, "Is that called turpentine?"

Cen Qi didn't move or make a sound, looking at him thoughtfully.

Ren Jiayi half-squatted and raised his head, "That oil can dilute the pigment, can you help me get it?"

Cen Qi glanced sideways at the shelf, and hesitated for a moment before picking up the bottle of oil and handing it to Ren Jiayi.

Turpentine can reduce the oiliness of oil paints, but Cen Zhu knocked over a whole can on the surface of his feet. Ren Jiayi could only wipe off part of it with turpentine dipped in paper towels, and her shoes were still dirty.

Ren Jiayi stood up and said, "I can only erase a little." You go home and try this oil brush shoe. ”

Cen Qi stared down at the black toe of his shoe and didn't speak.

Ren Jiayi wiped it very carefully, basically did not expand the dirty area, and treated the paint piled on it.

The frame returned to the easel, Ren Jiayi threw away the dirty tissue and stared at the canvas for a moment, looked back and said, "This piece is dirty, can you fix it?"

Cen Qi looked at his painting again, but still didn't speak.

Ren Jiayi didn't mind that she was silent, and picked up the scraper and gave it to her: "I think it's a pity to throw away this painting." I'm sure you'll be able to fix it back, give it a try?"

"I don't want it. Cen Qi can be regarded as opening his mouth, his voice is a little small, as sweet as ever.

Ren Jiayi said that it was false not to be excited, and finally heard Cen Qi say the fourth sentence to him, the last sentence was "I don't like you".

"Why?" Ren Jiayi sat down on the table behind him and looked at Cen Qi, "I think this painting is very good." ”

"I don't like it. Cen Qi lowered his eyes and rubbed the paint on his fingertips, feeling depressed.

Ren Jiayi took out a clean tissue and handed it to her, looked at her side face and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to?"

Cen Yu nodded, rubbing his fingers vigorously, as if venting.

"Then I'll fix it. After Ren Jiayi finished speaking, he picked up the painting stool and sat on it, thinking about the canvas stained with several colors, "Where should I start?" ”

Cen Qi looked at him blankly, and paused as he wiped his hands.

Outside the side door of the Academy of Fine Arts, Fang Tingfeng heard from the students in the car that Cen Yu had knocked down the painting, but it was not good to delay, so he immediately registered at the side door and picked up the students and drove the car to the door of the professional building.

The door to the studio was closed, and the student said Ren Jiayi was inside. Fang Tingfeng asked the students to get busy, and opened a crack to look inside.

Ren Jiayi was sitting in front of the canvas with a spatula to adjust the colors on the palette, and asked as he adjusted: "I want blue and purple colors, is that right?" ”

Cen Yu didn't answer his words, and took out a pen from the shelf next to him and dipped it in the center of the palette.

"It turns out that red should be added to the blue. Ren Jiayi suddenly realized, wiped it with a spatula, adjusted the color and asked: "How about I smooth out this dirty place and draw some hydrangeas." He turned back to Cen Qi.

For people who have no foundation in painting, he thinks that hydrangeas should be the easiest to draw. The hydrangea petals were one by one, and he just poked the paint upwards.

Fang Tingfeng was so surprised that he almost pushed the entire door open. She cautiously stepped back to continue observing.

Cen Qi was silent again and nodded to Ren Jiayi.

Because the frame was too large, Ren Jiayi was blocked, and Fang Tingfeng could only hear his voice. Within two minutes, Ren Jiayi said, "Is this how you painted? ”

Cen Yu didn't answer the scraper, and his eyes were a little confused.

Ren Jiayi moved a chair and put it next to her, moved it to the right, not very close to her, and said, "You teach me how to draw." ”

Fang Tingfeng suddenly opened up, regretting why he didn't think of this method to talk to Cen Yu before, and wasted a year to get close to Cen Yu.

Ren Jiayi insisted on holding the scraper and waiting for Cen to pick it up, but Cen Ji held his fingers and hesitated. He took a pen from the shelf, and then looked back at Cen Qi, ready to study. Cen didn't answer, he kept holding it and didn't feel tired.

Fang Tingfeng was in a hurry at the door, and wanted to stuff the scraper directly into Cen Qi's hand, and was deeply impressed by Ren Jiayi's patience.

After a period of mental struggle, Cen Qi tentatively stretched out his hand, did not touch Ren Jiayi's fingers, and took the iron rod of the spatula and sat on the painting bench. She picked up a large brush from the ground, mixed it with some turpentine and used a spatula to adjust the cobalt blue, then used the brush to dip the color to smooth and cover the dirty canvas, and then took a medium pen to bring out the gray-purple and made a few circles on the canvas, and the petals of the hydrangea came out.

Ren Jiayi didn't see how the petals turned out, so he pinched the paintbrush dryly, turned his head and said embarrassedly: "My hand may not listen to the will of my brain, you draw slowly." ”

Cen Qi didn't understand his words, so he directly brought him the color palette, and waited for him to dip the color on the picture, his face was expressionless, quite like a strict teacher.

What else can Ren Jiayi do, honestly dip the paint on the canvas and learn Cen Qi's hand turned three times, and immediately disgusted himself: "It's so ugly." ”

Fang Tingfeng laughed at the door. The two people inside the door invariably cast their eyes at the door, which was completely instinctive. She suddenly turned to dodge, leaning against the unopened door to cover her mouth and steal fun.

Ren Jiayi was blocked by the canvas and couldn't see the door, and roughly guessed that the laughter was Fang Tingfeng's. He didn't ask out loud, and continued to learn painting with Cen Qi, and asked Cen Qi to demonstrate a few more times, and a light purple hydrangea was completed.

Cen Zhu adds leaves to the hydrangeas, and the color of the tone is clean, bright and rich. Ren Jiayi couldn't learn it, so he even tricked and coaxed Cen Yu to fill all the destroyed parts with hydrangeas, all kinds of colors. The upper right and lower left corners of the painting are in stark contrast, with darkness and depression on the top and bright and sparse below.

Ren Jiayi was very satisfied with the revised results, and praised with a side face: "It looks much more pleasing to the eye." Or are you amazing. ”

Hearing this, Cen Qi turned her head to meet his gaze, and her bright smile softened her gaze. She turned her eyes to the palette to change the color, and then raised her eyes to modify the junction of the black rose and the hydrangea, the part where the fire burned.

Ren Jiayi sat and watched until the whole painting turned into a black rose burning into a hydrangea in the sun, and the sun outside the window also set.

The finished picture looks like a rebirth.

The lights in the studio turned on, and Cen Yu took the last stroke.

Fang Tingfeng walked to the canvas and just saw Ren Jiayi, and heard him say, "You still hate this painting?"

Cen Yu put down his pen and glanced at the picture and shook his head.

"You see, if you throw this painting away, your time and energy will be wasted, and the paint will be wasted. Ren Jiayi said softly, "When you don't want to paint, you can stop for a while, and then paint when you are in a good mood." But toppling it doesn't make you feel better, does it?"

Cen Qi lowered his head and thought about it, then nodded again.

Ren Jiayi was very pleased, took the palette in her hand and put it aside, and said, "Thank you for teaching me to draw today." I'm pretty stupid though. ”

"Hmm. Cen Yu answered for no reason, gently and softly.

Ren Jiayi suddenly felt a sense of frustration, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Fang Tingfeng couldn't help but laugh, and interjected: "You and Xiao Qi have been studying all afternoon? ”

"I belong to opening a small stove and making a lot of money. Ren Jiayi teased himself, got up and asked, "You've been here for a while." ”

"It didn't take long. Fang Tingfeng smiled, and the more he looked at Ren Jiayi, the more satisfied he became, and asked him: "Have you not been here for a few days?" ”

"I've been busy this week, so I didn't have time to come over. Ren Jiayi said.

Cen Qi put his hands on his knees and raised his head to look at him, like a kindergarten child waiting for sugar, very well-behaved. He lowered his head and smiled at Cen Qi's crooked eyes.

"No wonder. Fang Tingfeng had already guessed the reason why Cen Yu pushed the drawing board, and asked, "Aren't you busy coming later?"

"I've got to keep an eye on the progress, I should come. Ren Jiayi raised his eyes back.

"Let's have a meal together, then. Fang Tingfeng proposed.

"Dinner?" Ren Jiayi was surprised, "We?"

"Yes. You, me, and Xiao Xiao. Fang Tingfeng deliberately emphasized it, and said: "Xiao Yu doesn't eat dinner after seven o'clock, and her schedule will be disrupted, so that it can be smoothed out later, otherwise she will be uncomfortable." I'll be delayed if I take her back now. Why don't we have dinner together, it's just the right time to go home, and I thank you for your help. ”

It's not that Ren Jiayi can't do it, but whether Cen Ji can do it. He bowed his head slightly to a pair of pure eyes, but did not reply.

Fang Tingfeng saw what he was thinking, and asked Cen Qi half-squatting: "Xiao Qi, shall we invite Ren Jiayi to dinner?" ”

Cen Qi retracted his gaze and said with a side face, "Can I eat osmanthus cake?"

"Then you have to ask Ren Jiayi if he likes it, after all, we are inviting him to dinner. Fang listened to Feng's smile.

Cen Ji turned his head again and asked, "Do you like to eat osmanthus cakes?"

Ren Jiayi doesn't eat sweets, but in the face of a faintly expectant gaze, he ghostly said, "I like it." ”