Yizhen was amused by him, how old is he, still playing with this? He also stretched out his little finger to hook him.

"Young Master. ”

"Huh?"

"You've been so nice to me. ”

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling: "Then how are you going to repay me?

The corners of his mouth twitched when he heard it: "How can you ask for something in return, you're welcome." ”

"Of course you have to ask for something in return, who is good to you for no reason. The man smiled treacherously: "Then it was decided so happily." In return, you will die as a little girl under me, well, I will pay you a salary of one dollar a month. ”

"Are you sure you want to do this to me?" Yizhen was dumbfounded: "Just say this to you, the little one is quick to die." ”

"No way. He opened his notebook and looked at it: "Well, business is coming." Your vacation is coming to an early end. ”

"What kind of work are you doing?" asked Yizhen.

Ember pushed the notebook to her: "Illustration of the Food Series." Those who promote traditional culture should go back and do their homework. He also reminded her: "This is an international submission, and I am going to the New Talent Award." ”

Yizhen stared at the screen and looked dumbfounded: "AOI?"

The AOI World Illustration Awards is open to illustrators from all walks of life around the world, and has a special newcomer award for current students and emerging illustrators within two years of graduation. A large-scale illustration competition around the world organised by the British Society of Illustrators and illustration websites. The award-winning works that can be listed on the AOI annual list can be said to represent the current international first-class level of illustration works.

"How's that?" Ember hooked the corners of her lips: "There are many fields involved, such as books, children's books, advertising, design, experiments, editing, research, and specific projects. There's something for everyone. ”

Yizhen looked at him with a smile: "How do you know that I am suitable for food?"

Ember gave her a sneer: "Isn't this nonsense. Every day the little pig purrs, either eating or sleeping, no one is more suitable than you. ”

After finishing speaking, he said: "Go back and work hard, don't think about what you have and don't have in your mind all day long." If you don't get the newcomer award, don't come back to see me. ”

"Got it, I got it, thank you, young master. Yizhen grimaced, and was about to go back, and asked, "What about the 'Wanderer' series?"

"That's not in a hurry. There's still plenty of time, so I'll talk about it when you're done with this. Nightshade stopped her, "Are you still going out today?"

Yizhen said: "I was originally going to go out. I'm not going to go out now. What's wrong?"

"If you're not going out, ask Lan Feng to send you back. Night Ember thought again: "I'm still not very relieved that you're home alone, so let Lai Lemon go to the house to accompany you." ”

"It's always a nuisance, it's not good. Yizhen said: "Otherwise, my name is Liang Xi?" It's not very appropriate to call Liang Xi, that's not a master who can sit in meditation, and people don't want to.

"There's no one else but her. Night Ember had already called Lan Feng in, "I'll pay her for it, there's no reason for her to refuse." Liang Xicai is not short of money. ”

When Yizhen got home, Lemon had been standing at the door for ten minutes. Seeing her this time, I didn't have that sense of twisting. I'm really sorry and smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm going to trouble you again." It won't affect your work, will it?"

Lemon moved away, let Yizhen open the door, and smiled: "How could it be." It's too easy, and you can make money by sitting still. ”

The two entered the door. I am also accustomed to the quiet working environment, telling Lemon to take care of the bean sprouts, turning down the sound of the TV, and then going back to the bedroom to work.

Lemon changed the channel and didn't have anything to watch. Bean sprouts lazily walked around the kitchen and living room, walked a few laps and lazily basked on the balcony.

The fluffy tail flickered in the sunlight, and the sprouts played with their claws flapping their tails. Suddenly I felt uneasy, and I was watching in the shadows as if I was defensive.

Her gaze lingered on the balcony for a moment, yawned, and glanced at the picture on the TV stand. I couldn't help but go up and take a look, this is a very young group photo, taken by Yizhen and Night Ember when they were in high school.

The girls are smiling smartly, the boys are star-eyed, and they are wearing school uniforms. It shouldn't be a school.

Lemon unconsciously stretched out her finger and traced it across the boy's face. He smiled a little childishly, and the smiling flowers splashed around his eyes from the thick eyebrows, rippling, childish, and happy, and the charm was completely different from now.

The ghost sent the gods, she took this kind of photo, and after taking it, she felt guilty. Re-edited, cropped to him personally.

Putting down the photo, she walked around the house, and before she knew it, she was becoming more and more familiar with the atmosphere of this home. Tangerine-scented aromatherapy, fridge stuffed with food, snacks with special cabinets. There are also brands of cherry blossom tea, cigarettes, coffee, and specifically shower gels and perfumes.

She even dreamed that she was in this house, and that she was the hostess. She admits the vileness of her inner actions, but she can't control herself, and if she could, she wouldn't have fallen in love with him.

It's not that I haven't been ashamed of Yizhen. But in reality, she can't have anything with the Ember of Night. She could only see him in her dreams......

Everything was so ripe, and the golden sunlight was like a sugar syrup. She was in a trance again, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. I don't know which party is the person in the dream, maybe this is the dream, and the dream is the reality. She was drunk for a moment, not knowing that perhaps when she woke up, most of her life had passed and she was no longer young.

Lately, she's been learning to draw. She admits she has little talent. But I still saw a lot of paintings.

If I had to describe her current state of mind, it would be Balthus's most famous work, "Room".

It also seems to come from a scene in a nightmare, the unexpected sunshine, which has both beautiful and hazy emotional germination, but also implies a familiar ignorance of danger, as if feeling the overlap of pain and pleasure. And the cat peeping in the dark seems so mysterious and treacherous, it is the embodiment of the omnipresent secret—like the watchful eye of bean sprouts.

Lemon was in a daze when there was a sudden knock on the door. shattered her dreams.

Standing outside the door was an old woman with a smooth face, her hands were pricked, and her eyes slipped inward: "Suspicious?

Lemon was slightly stunned: "You are?"

"I'm Zhang Fengnian. She said succinctly: "I am an old acquaintance with the mistress of this house, and I have come to say hello." ”

"Then please wait a minute. Lemon turned sideways to let Zhang Fengnian enter the door, poured a glass of water, and knocked lightly on the bedroom door: "Sister Yizhen, someone is looking for you." ”

"Okay. Yizhen said yes inside.

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