"It's not easy to make rose cake. Gong Qingchen was seriously changing the painting there, and Song Yan picked up her basket full of roses.

The fragrance of roses is already strong, and those who like it when they smell it will feel refreshed, and those who don't like it will feel that the taste is too strong.

It's the same as people, each with its own eyes.

"It's definitely not difficult, I'm so lazy that I will never pick a difficult one, this time I picked more roses and please eat them when they are ready." Gong Qingchen responded to Song Yan with a smile, and at the same time took a pen and carefully studied the painting in front of him, the light problem has indeed been overhauled, but according to perfection, there is still a long way to go.

This painting has only changed slightly, Gong Qingchen rubbed his nose a little embarrassed and said: "It's still a technical problem, it doesn't seem to be very good!"

"It's good, I was originally painting as a practice, unlike your major, I just take painting as a hobby, it's not easy for you to help me change it like this, after all, perfection is hard to find, it's good to be able to make yourself happy. Song Yan took the painting with a satisfied expression.

His attitude made Gong Qingchen envious, Gong Qingchen found that he cared too much about perfection a long time ago, and at that time she was still following Professor Sun to do research projects, this kind of character was praised again and again by Professor Sun, science requires a rigorous and demanding attitude.

But now she is no longer the most potential student back then, she has long been out of the ordinary. After so many years, she still hasn't changed her character, which led to her later psychological problems.

"What's the matter, did I say something wrong?" Song Yan saw that Gong Qingchen had not spoken, thinking that his words had unknowingly stabbed Gong Qingchen.

Gong Qingchen reacted and quickly shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just that I was suddenly very envious, envious of your attitude towards life, it's good." ”

"Yes, but I envy you. Song Yan took out a rose and handed it to Gong Qingchen, the color of his eyes was pale and yellow-brown, and when he looked at others, he always had a sense of alienation, he put the flower in Gong Qingchen's hand and continued: "Don't mind being a model for me." ”

Of course, Gong Qingchen would not refuse such a small request, she held the flower in her hand and nodded with a smile: "Of course you can, but why do you say that you envy me." ”

When the two of them were chatting, Song Yan had quickly laid out the paper and drew with a paintbrush very seriously, Gong Qingchen regretted his problem a little, after all, it was really not a good move to disturb him when he was painting so seriously.

After frowning slightly for a while, Song Yan stretched it out, and said with a relaxed expression on his face:

"When I was very young, my parents were not divorced, and I was able to eat my mother's food every day, my mother was a lawyer, but she was a master of cooking, she often told me that anyone who can cook should not be called a chef, they are both poets in life. To make a good dish, you need not only good ingredients, but also a kind of perception, when the dish is cooked, when to collect the juice, this is all the need for that kind of perception. It's a pity that she didn't want me anymore, and I never ate her meal again until I drank your stewed soup that day, and it tasted good. ”

Although Song Yan didn't have a little sadness in her tone when she said these words, Gong Qingchen still felt that this topic was a little heavy, and she said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it." ”

After hearing Gong Qingchen's apology, Song Yan put away the pen and laughed without holding back, his eyes will naturally bend into a crescent moon when he smiles, which will make people feel very sweet, Ji Yunyang's eyes are not like his at all, Ji Yunyang's eyes are bigger, closer to apricot eyes, and they are rounder, so when Ji Yunyang laughs, the meaning in his eyes will be revealed.

"It's okay, the two of them divorced because they had no feelings, and I was 19 years old at the time to accept this kind of thing, I didn't say this to show scars here, just to envy you for reasons that can't be avoided. Song Yan took out a canvas and covered the painting.

The painting was finished so quickly, Gong Qingchen was a little unconvinced, she ran over and planned to open the canvas to see the finished product, but Song Yan stopped her quickly.

"Alas, can't even I see it?" asked Gong Qingchen in disbelief.

Song Yan still said with a very warm smile on his face: "It's not that I can't show you, it's just that this painting hasn't been finished yet, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." I'll show you when I'm done. ”

Even Gong Qingchen couldn't find a reason to continue arguing with such an answer, she could only suppress the curiosity in her heart and said with some disappointment: "Okay, but when you finish drawing, you must remember to show me, this is an agreement." ”

"Okay, that's a deal. ”

Later, the two chatted more trivially, most of them were Gong Qingchen's method of cooking home-cooked food at Song Yan's feet, Gong Qingchen thought that he would not like such a topic too much as a big man, but he didn't want Song Yan to listen so carefully later.

Maybe it has something to do with his mother, Gong Qingchen thinks so in his heart.

"Who is your favorite painter in the morning?" and the two men later turned the conversation back to the painter.

Gong Qingchen didn't even hesitate and responded: "Tang Yin's painting." ”

Song Yan lost his mind here for a moment, and he shouldn't be so surprised when he thought about it later, after all, Gong Qingchen is best at landscape painting, and it should be reasonable to like Tang Yin.

Actually, when I was a kid, my dad always asked me to copy his paintings, but you have to know that his paintings usually have a lot of content in them, and the slightest mistake in the composition is not like it. For a long time, he was a nightmare for me, and I knew that when I looked at his history, I found that his life was not easy, but there was a spirit in his words that could not be ignored. My former teachers always said that all my paintings were his shadows, and there was no ego. Gong Qingchen couldn't help but feel a little sad in the end.

Seeing that Gong Qingchen's mood was a little low, Song Yan stretched out his hand and patted her head lightly and said: "Don't be anxious, he can paint like that, it has something to do with his life experience, and when you really understand life, you will definitely be able to paint your own style of painting." ”

When he withdrew his hand, he felt that this action was a little inappropriate, and hurriedly spread his palm and said: "You see that there is a leaf on your hair, it's a pity that you didn't draw it in the painting just now." ”

Gong Qingchen was embarrassed for a moment when he suddenly stretched out his hand to pat his head just now, but now after listening to his explanation, looking at the yellow fallen leaves, the embarrassment in his heart disappeared, and he was comforted, and the sadness in his heart disappeared.