Yan Yishan laughed and patted Zhao Jiyue's shoulder, "I originally wanted to find a time for you to get to know each other." ”

"Ji Yue is curious, I don't know what kind of talent can actually make the teacher go out of the mountain. ”

Zhao Jiyue smiled and teased familiarly.

"Go, poor mouth. Rong Zheng, this is Zhao Jiyue, the eighth student I led. ”

Zhao Jiyue once studied at Yan Yishan's university, and it was a class led by Yan Yishan himself.

"We've already met, and you can call me Senior Sister. ”

Zhao Jiyue looked at Rong Zheng's thin young man's appearance, if she hadn't known his age a long time ago, she would have suspected that Rong Zheng was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Senior sister. ”

It turned out to be a student of the teacher as well.

In fact, there is nothing surprising that Yan Yishan has served as the principal for 20 years, and he has personally led many classes.

It can be said that there are peach and plum all over the world, and many of those students who were brought out by Yan Yishan are now playing an important role in the painting circle.

"Since your senior sister is here, you should accompany her to visit the art exhibition. By the way, I also asked your senior sister to guide you and prepare for the finals. ”

Rong Zheng is talented in painting, but he has not undergone systematic training, so he also lacks some professional knowledge.

called Zhao Jiyue back from the field just to let her guide Rong Zheng more.

As for him...... His current identity is one of the main creators of the competition, and if others know about it, I am afraid that Rong Zheng will be criticized by others.

For Yan Yishan's hard work, Rong Zheng couldn't refuse, and the most important thing was that Zhao Jiyue was indeed capable.

The two exchanged opinions while looking at the paintings at the exhibition.

Zhao Jiyue's unique perspective and professional analysis benefited Rong Zheng a lot, and the exquisite ideas put forward by Rong Zheng also made Zhao Jiyue think about it.

And, they found that in some ways they were surprisingly consistent.

The more the two talked, the more speculative they became, and both benefited a lot from each other.

Zhou Ling rested for a while before feeling that her whole person had eased a lot, she looked down at the watch in her hand and found that it was already twelve o'clock.

The people at the banquet left one after another, and she wanted to go to Rong Zheng to prepare for home.

At the exhibition site, Zhou Ling saw Rong Zheng at first sight, and just wanted to open his mouth but found the woman beside him.

I don't know what the woman said, Rong Zheng nodded appreciatively and then said something too, and the two of them suddenly smiled.

She had never seen Rong Zheng talk or laugh so much with other women, especially the way they stood together.

One is a deep and elegant black, the other is a fiery red, but it looks so harmonious.

"Do you know who that woman is?"

Xiao Xi's ill-intentioned voice came from behind him.

Zhou Ling didn't pay attention to her, just looked at the two people in front of her who were talking and laughing, and she had been standing here for so long, Rong Zheng didn't seem to see her at all.

She is the famous young female painter Zhao Jiyue. They seem to be a good match, after all, they are the ones who have a common language. Xiao Xi said to herself.

Since she can't get it, then she won't let Zhou Ling be so proud!

These two words made Zhou Ling's heart ache, she looked at Rong Zheng who was unaware, her face turned cold, and she turned her head to leave.

Xiaoxi, who had achieved her goal, smiled proudly, hehe, an old woman, she has no skills, and she really thinks that she can be with Rong Zheng for a long time?

Zhou Ling returned to the car angrily, remembered Xiaoxi's words, and went to his mobile phone to search for the name without believing it.

Zhao Jiyue, a well-known contemporary painter, works include "Galaxy River" and "Grandma's Bridge......

Next to this information was a bust of Zhao Jiyue, and sure enough, it was the woman she saw just now.

Zhou Ling looked at the words displayed on his phone: Won the ...... ，…… Winners.

The above items are all the great achievements of this woman, and there is a world of difference between Zhou Ling, who is doing a late-night program on the radio.

is also a thirty-year-old woman, who has already achieved a little success, but she is still infinitely suppressed on the radio.

No wonder Xiaoxi compares her to herself, and when she compares with her, she is indeed nothing.

Zhou Ling's heart seemed to be blocked by something, his expression was cold, and he stepped on the accelerator directly and left the hotel.

"Senior sister, thank you for your guidance, which has benefited me a lot. ”

Rong Zheng saw that the time was almost a little later, and remembered that Zhou Ling was still waiting for him, so he hurriedly thanked him and left immediately.

It's just that Zhou Ling is no longer in the original place, at this point in time, the people at the banquet are almost gone, but Rong Zheng searched all over the corner and didn't see Zhou Ling.

He texted, called, and naturally there was no response.

Rong Zheng panicked and anxiously searched the hall.

As soon as I went out, I was about to go home to have a look, but I found that the car had been driven away.

This discovery made Rong Zheng breathe a sigh of relief, at least he could confirm that Zhou Ling was safe.

It's just that why didn't she say goodbye and go home first?

Zhao Jiyue, who came out of the hotel, happened to meet Rong Zheng, who was standing on the side of the road and was about to take a taxi home.

She drove the car to Rong Zheng's side, opened the window, poked her head out and said, "Take my car, I'll send you back." ”

"Thank you. ”

Rong Zheng smiled gratefully, but more desperately wanted to go home and ask Zhou Ling what had happened.

Halfway through the car, Zhou Ling still couldn't bear it, it was so late, and there was basically no taxi there.

So Zhou Ling, who went and returned, saw Rong Zheng getting into Zhao Jiyue's car.

Zhou Ling coldly watched Zhao Jiyue's car leave, turned the head of the car angrily, and left in the opposite direction of Rong Zheng.

The first thing Rong Zheng did when he returned home was to look for Zhou Ling, but the empty room showed that Zhou Ling did not come back at all.

The heart that had been relaxed suddenly came up again, and Rong Zheng hurriedly went out to find someone again.

It's just that this city is so big, how can Rong Zheng find it?

On the streets, only dim street lights remain, and there are very few vehicles left alive.

Rong Zheng was like a headless fly, he went to all the places that Zhou Ling usually went to, but he couldn't find it.

His heart became more and more panicked, and the anxiety in his eyes was about to overflow.

But there was no movement on the mobile phone, and Zhou Ling seemed to have completely cut off contact, and there was no news at all.

Rong Zheng squatted weakly on the street, only feeling that despair was eating away at his heart little by little.

This feeling of not being able to find her everywhere made him helpless and desperate.

Every time the mobile phone screen lit up, Rong Zheng had to look down, and when he found that it was not a message from Zhou Ling, he would drop his eyes in frustration.

There was another mobile phone ringtone, and Rong Zheng answered the phone, but his heart was tormented by such repeated hopes to despair to a little numb.