It turned out that she was asked to come to work as a coolie, she thought of the phone call in the morning, and Ji Yanlin was the first to ask her, do you have time today?

How did she answer at the time?

Well, people worked hard to paint portraits of her, and this little coolie is still nothing.

Rong Qian moved over the ladder, then stepped on it and began to brush the base with a brush.

Ji Yanlin finished sketching a falling cherry blossom, raised his head, and he chuckled, "You are still very talented!"

Rong Qian was slightly embarrassed, "Only brush the base, it's very easy to brush." ”

"But I didn't tell you to deal with the edge!"

Ji Yanlin dipped a little paint with a paintbrush as if nothing happened, painting his details.

Rong Qian looked at the painting on the wall, and when she was indeed brushing the edges, she unconsciously used the pen to deal with it, just enough to grasp the light in the painting.

Ji Yanlin said, "You like to draw. ”

He didn't look at her, and his tone was determined.

She has never hidden the things that Rong Qian likes, but after her hand was destroyed, she could no longer draw......

A faint wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the dye brushed over the white wall, "It's useless to like it, when you don't have the conditions you need, everything is empty talk." ”

"I heard Lu Jieran say that your family background is also one of the best in Nanjiang, how can you not have the conditions?"

Ji Yanlin thought that she was having financial support difficulties, but Rong Qian didn't explain.

She thought of the things that had been bothering her in the past two days, and turned her head to ask Ji Yanlin: "Teacher Cyril, if you have a very simple job, it is to teach kindergarten children to draw...... Do you think you can do it at my level?"

Ji Yanlin laughed and said, "Are you doubting yourself?"

Rong Qian half leaned on the ladder, she pursed her lips and did not speak.

Ji Yanlin said: "Just teach those little children to draw birds and beasts, what can't they do." ”

He spoke casually, not taking this matter to heart at all.

Rong Qian was stunned for a while, thinking about the meaning of his words, she suddenly turned around with a chuckle and continued to paint the white wall.

It's her who is on the tip of the horns, and she always feels that she is qualified for that job, so she has to show real skills to teach those students, but she forgot that the kindergarten children are only two or three years old, what can they learn?

——

When the sun was setting, Ji Yanlin completed the last stroke.

With a pen in one hand and a paint pan in the other, he stepped back to look at the finished product of his day.

Over there, Rong Qian squatted on the ground to help him clean up the brushes scattered on the ground, and she said as she cleaned up: "Teacher Cyril, how do you clean the brushes after each painting?"

"Clean up how you want!" Ji Yanlin said indifferently.

Rong Qian raised his head: "But if it's been a long time, isn't it difficult to wash?"

Under the beautiful cherry blossom trees, a couple snuggles up to each other, pink petals falling, and the light yellow light adds to the real visual experience.

Ji Yanlin's indifferent eyes showed a look of satisfaction, I have to say that Rong Qian's help is like icing on the cake, she can always show her talents inadvertently, making people find surprises.

Ji Yanlin turned around and came to her, and he also squatted down: "If you can't wash it off, soak it for a while, there is no specific procedure." ”

Rong Qian was dumbfounded, and she muttered in a low voice: "I thought your master would have his own set of pen protection methods!"

She lowered her eyes and packed her things into her backpack, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on half of her face, her eyelashes long and slightly curled.

The tranquil face is as beautiful as a budding hibiscus flower, shallow and light, clear and elegant.

Ji Yanlin stretched out his hand towards her, Rong Qian was inexplicably about to hide, Ji Yanlin's mellow voice was smiling: "Don't move, it's rubbed." ”

The slightly cool fingertips gently wiped his nose, and Rong Qian looked at the gentle face close at hand, very unproductive, and his cheeks were slightly hot.

——

The low-key Maybach drove smoothly in the small alley of Beiyuan, and Li Mubai, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said to Mo Zun: "I haven't seen it for ten years, and this time is probably the last one." ”

"I still remember when I was punished by Elder Yan, really, think about this life, what are you pursuing? Blink the stars alternate, and look back to see what we have all experienced? Hehe, it's just a dream!" Li Mubai's tone was quite embarrassed, and today he took Mo Zun to visit a respected teacher, who was more than 90 years old and wanted to move to the United States to recuperate.

I'm afraid I'll never see you again!

Li Mubai sighed with emotion about the changes in his life, but he didn't see Mo Zun respond for a long time, he couldn't help but turn his head to look, and it happened that Mo Zun's voice came at this time.

"Parking. ”

Li Mubai followed his line of sight and looked out, and when he recognized the person squatting not far away, he said in surprise: "Rong Qian?"

Ji Yanlin was very curious, how could she brush the paint on her nose when she painted a primer on the wall?

When his thumb was gently wiped off, Ji Yanlin couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" Rong Qian frowned slightly, and couldn't help but think that she had made a mess of painting in the first place, and she asked nervously, "Is it difficult to wash?"

"Probably not. ”

Ji Yanlin's words were ambiguous, and Rong Qian was about to speak, when the mobile phone in his pocket rang.

She lowered her head to rummage through her phone, and Ji Yanlin withdrew her hand without a trace.

Rong Qian stood up, and the unexpected call turned out to be Mo Zun.

Ji Yanlin packed his toolkit and answered it in a shallow way, and Mo Zun's cold voice without a trace of emotion came from the phone: "Where are you?"

"Outside, I haven't come home yet. Rong Qian replied casually.

"Is it, my wife, are you not going to go back?"

Rong Qian clasped the phone in her right hand and was silent for three seconds before she said aloud: "No, I'll go back now." ”

"Rong Qian, turn around, and look back. ”

Almost as soon as Mo Zun's words fell, Rong Qian had already turned around.

Across the road from a small country alley, just across the river, a low-key and luxurious Maybach quietly parked on the side of the road.

The rear seat window glass is ajar, and the shadows cover everything, making it difficult to see inside.

But Rong Qian knew that Mo Zun must be watching her, and he caught her with those dark and dull eyes that didn't need to speak.

Ji Yanlin sensed that something was wrong with her, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Rong Qian retracted his gaze, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said embarrassedly: "It's nothing, that, my family just happened to bump into it, so I'll go back first." ”

She pointed to the opposite side of the river, Ji Yanlin looked, the car window had been lowered at some point, and Mo Zun was sitting inside, staring at them with expressionless and cold eyes.

The expression on Ji Yanlin's face did not change, and he told Rong Qian: "Be careful on the road." ”

Rong Qian nodded, she raised her hand at Ji Yanlin, and ran towards the car on the other side of the river.

Until Rong Qian's figure disappeared, Ji Yanlin turned to look at the wall painting he had completed in three days, his saturated face could not see his thoughts, and the indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to have never disappeared.

Rong Qian trotted all the way over, and when he got into the car, he found that Mo Zun was not the only one inside.

Li Mubai greeted her eagerly: "Hi, Rong Qian, why are you here?"

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