After Cen Qi took her seat, she straightened her back and painted for two hours, and Ren Jiayi didn't see her frown.

As the sun sets, the warm light illuminates the center of the studio through the lattice window, and the pale skin of the model is shrouded in a thin layer of light, which is not only hazy, but also shows a little bit of time in the gradually darkening and warming light.

Each student has a different understanding of the scene in front of them and expresses it in a different style. Ren Jiayi turned around again, and only Cen Qi's painting could make his eyes shine.

After finishing the big key, Cen Qi roughly sketched the human figure and began to portray the details from the model's face. Unlike other students, her models don't have a cold look or a sad tone. On the contrary, her models have slightly upturned lips, looking comfortable and pleasant. Even with the model's eyes closed, Ren Jiayi can still feel the model's inner happiness from her paintings.

Ren Jiayi carefully observed the model for another five minutes and found that the model was indeed smiling. The smile was not obvious, but only showed through the subtle muscle movements and changes between the eyebrows. Cen Qi strengthened this faint emotion into her paintings, although the color tone she set was dim, but Ren Jiayi looked very comfortable, and felt a little gentle?

It's not at all like what an Asperger's patient can handle. Cen Qi can actually observe people's demeanor to such an extent.

Ren Jiayi stood more than a meter behind Cen Qi, looked at her for a long time, and there were only doubts left in his eyes except for amazement.

Professor Zheng was not surprised by Ren Jiayi's reaction, and walked up to him and whispered, "This kid doesn't need to learn from me. But she's in a special situation, and I think you should know it. ”

Ren Jiayi turned around when he heard the voice, pursed his lips and smiled, and acquiesced.

"You're not a food delivery person at all. Professor Zheng glared at him deliberately, his round eyes with a sharpness of "I have seen through you a long time ago". "You're about to find out all the students in this school. Others don't have the time to inquire about these when they deliver takeaways. ”

The student next to him looked here, and seemed to have a "I know" look, and gave Ren Jiayi a thumbs up inexplicably, making Ren Jiayi feel that he was not doing his job.

He dutifully delivers food during work hours, okay?

"It's not that there's anything I don't know. Ren Jiayi looked back at Cen Qi's picture and said.

"You know it's useless. Professor Zheng said truthfully, "If I didn't know who you are, I would have to find out the student who spread Cen Qi's information." ”

Ren Jiayi lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose, and smiled: "I promise not to spread it, don't worry." ”

"It's good to have your promise. Professor Zheng looked at Cen Qi's painting, his eyes full of approval, but sighed regretfully. "It's a pity for this kid. ”

"What a pity. Ren Jiayi looked puzzled.

"If only she didn't have this disease. Professor Zheng said wistfully, "What a good child." ”

Her address to Cen Qi shows that her relationship with Cen Qi is not an ordinary teacher, and Ren Jiayi can hear it.

"I don't feel sorry for it. Ren Jiayi said, "Maybe because of this disease, she has such a talent." There is a loss, there is a gain. Besides, I think she's just not a good communicator, and we shouldn't label her a patient. ”

Professor Zheng raised his eyes to look at him, slightly surprised, and then darkened his eyes after thinking about it, and then looked at Cen Qi's eyes mixed with helplessness and a little helplessness.

Cen Qi is slender and tall, sitting in front of the fully open picture frame, and his waist is lined with more and more thin and thin.

Professor Cheng met Cen when she was 15 years old, and since then, she has the impression that the back of Cen Chun's painting has not changed. Cen Qi always sat quietly in front of the drawing board, with his back straight until the end of his painting. Professor Zheng was as appreciative and amazed as he was when he first saw Cen and Ren Jiayi, and then his distress overshadowed the impression of the first meeting.

Without Asperger, Cen would have been far more than that. She is a lonely person, confined to a glass enclosure that blocks out the sounds of the outside world to draw her mood. People on the outside only see her talent, but don't know her heart.

There are 10,000 Amlets in the eyes of 10,000 readers, and in the same way, no one can accurately interpret Cen Qi's paintings, only she knows best. This is a pity that Professor Cheng said. However, this is one of the reasons for the popularity of Cen Qi's works, and Ren Jiayi's saying that "there must be gains if there is a loss" is also true.

"Can you talk to her?" asked Ren Jiayi with low eyes.

"Yes, but we don't talk to each other much. Professor Cheng replied, "Actually, I rarely teach her how to handle the picture, and I don't limit what she paints. Today is a coincidence, she wants to sketch this model. ”

Ren Jiayi was surprised, "Didn't she follow you as soon as she returned to China? You never taught her the skills of painting?"

"Nope. Professor Zheng replied affirmatively, "She returned to China at the age of 16 to learn painting with me. She has a very high level of understanding, and she can learn anything by watching me draw. ”

The first time Ren Jiayi heard others learn to paint like this, he felt strange in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was like.

The two students closest to Ren Jiayi listened to Professor Zheng talk about Cen Yu's past, and they stopped writing to Professor Zheng to listen to the following, but they were waved away by Professor Zheng. Professor Cheng didn't go any further.

In the blink of an eye, the sun traveled outside the second lattice window of the studio, and only the remaining light was left on the model. Cen Qi neatly added the last strokes and began to pack up his painting tools.

Even if she only depicts the model's face, the soft and warm tones are enough to infect people.

"I'll have to tell Ting Kaede to pick her up. Professor Zheng took out his mobile phone to dial, looked up and said, "You can take a look, but remember not to talk to her." She doesn't know you, and talking to her will make her anxious. ”

"Good. Ren Jiayi responded, and turned his gaze to Cen Qi again. At the same time, the model opened her eyes and was also looking at Cen Qi, with a little loss in her eyes, which was captured by Ren Jiayi.

The model seemed to pay attention to Cen Qi's every move.

The other students also finished their painting for the day, bowing their heads to clean up their painting tools like Cen Qi, but Cen Qi's painting tools are very fixed, the color palette and paint partitioning are very regular, and the steps of her cleaning up will not change. Compared to other students, her position has always been the cleanest and tidy, which is a blessing for OCD.

Ren Jiayi glanced at his watch, never thinking that time would pass so quickly. When he looked up, Cen Yu passed in front of his eyes and walked out of the classroom, he didn't have time to make a sound, and the tip of his nose smelled the sweet fragrance again.

Because Professor Zheng had instructed him, Ren Jiayi didn't want to cause trouble to Cen Qi, so he didn't chase it, and walked to Cen Qi's painting to take a closer look.

The painting took several days to complete. Ren Jiayi has advanced next week's rest day to watch here for an afternoon, and he may not be able to come tomorrow.

A voice came from behind him: "It's so well drawn." ”

Ren Jiayi looked back and saw that the model was already dressed and standing behind him, looking at Cen Qi's painting and sighing.

"Is she coming back tomorrow?" asked Ren Jiayi for no apparent reason.

Ren Jiayi stared at him for a moment and said, "You should come." ”

"That's good. The model was satisfied and turned to leave.

"Do you know her?" asked Ren Jiayi.

The model turned around and shook her head, looked down at the paint footprints on the ground, pursed her lower lip, and muttered, "If only I knew her." ”

"Why?" Ren Jiayi's tone instantly sank, repeating: "Why do you want to know her?"

The model looked up blankly, and he couldn't help but frown deeply at a pair of inquiring eyes.

Maybe the female student is not alarmist, Cen Qi's temperament, appearance and talent will attract some people with bad intentions.

Ren Jiayi didn't question that the model had crooked thoughts, but just wanted to ask the model's words.

But the model didn't explain and left with her coat.

"He probably likes Cen Ji. A schoolgirl said. "He's been a mannequin at our school for a long time, first in the first-year architecture department, and lately in front of our studio. ”

"Cen Yu is beautiful, and many people like her. Another male student said, "But they don't know Cen Qi, and they often touch a gray nose." ”

"Pretty is one thing, ability is another. The female student said to the male student, "Don't forget the most important point." ”

The male student didn't squeak, and smiled helplessly at Ren Jiayi.

In this academy of fine arts, Cen Qi is not only popular with male students, but also liked by female students, of course, with different starting points. Some are out of admiration, some are out of sympathy, and some are just out of Cen Qi herself or her family background. And there's nothing wrong with that.

Ren Jiayi took another look at Cen Qi's painting, said hello to the students, and left the studio.

Outside the side gate of the Academy of Fine Arts, it was blocked again, horns sounded one after another, and bicycles shuttled through it.

Cen stood on the sidewalk for more than ten minutes. Fang Tingfeng was blocked on another street and couldn't get over, Cen Yu didn't use his mobile phone much, and he wouldn't take the initiative to contact Fang Tingfeng, so he could only stand and wait. The shrill sound of horns and noisy voices was nothing short of torture for Cen Qi. Her ears were buzzing and tingling, and she took several steps back to reach the holly tree in the flower bed before stopping.

"Hey, beauty!" two youngsterly dressed young men shouted at Cen Qi at the station across the road, and one of them whistled in a rather frivolous manner.

Cen Yu only paid attention to the sound of the horns, and ignored the two young men. Seeing this, the two young men glanced at each other, raised their feet to cross the street, and whistled several times as they walked, not serious people.

Cen Yu is wearing a cotton and linen light-colored shirt and skirt today, giving people a feeling of purity and cleanliness, and he is a cold and ignorant appearance, which is very suspicious of these bad young people to have crooked ideas.

However, the two young men didn't wait to walk to Cen Qi's eyes, and saw a man more than 1.8 meters standing next to Cen Qi and putting on headphones for her, and then the man's eyes glanced over, and the two people were immediately frozen on the side of the road.

Ren Jiayi and Cen Qi stood side by side, soothing piano music playing on their phones, masking the harsh sounds of the outside world. Cen Qi quickly relaxed and looked up at Ren Jiayi. Ren Jiayi stared at the two young men, and his gaze was naturally not friendly.

The two young men pinched their crooked thoughts, pretended to be nothing, and turned around and left. In terms of physique, they are definitely not as tall as Ren Jiayi. Besides, they regarded Ren Jiayi as Cen Qi's boyfriend, and they couldn't step forward.

Cen Qi raised his head to look at the people around him, and asked lightly, "Who are you?"

The tone of these three words is very light, the voice is glutinous, and the tail note is raised, like a kitten scratching a few times on the wooden door frame, which makes people itch to hear.

Ren Jiayi looked at her with strange eyes, and only after a while did he say his name, he forgot that she was still wearing headphones.

Cen Qi heard it and read it again: "Ren Jiayi?"

Ren Jiayi's heart seemed to have a handful of feathers sweeping wildly, and his eyes were even more weird.