Chapter 474: My Goddess

Looking at Tianjiao's demeanor of looking at the picture on the whiteboard with concentration and expectation, Chen Xing said patiently, "In fact, painting is the same, it is impossible to draw well at once, no matter how great a painter is, he starts from the most basic and simplest things to learn to paint, and only after practicing and practicing can he paint more complex things." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoYour starting point for practicing drawing is no worse than me or many professional painters, but you lack some practice. It can be difficult to become a master, but it should be easy to draw to make yourself look satisfied. ”

"You say, can I draw as well as you do?" Tianjiao's eyes lit up, and he almost forgot about his previous little mustard.

"I don't draw very well, but if you put some effort into it, you will definitely be better than me. My drawing tutorial starts with the simplest strokes, and it's quite interesting, do you want to borrow it and take a look? Chenxing said naturally.

"Okay." Tianjiao didn't doubt him, so he agreed so easily.

Pei Yueyue looked at the situation, and immediately ran to the room to get a digital camera, she had to hurry up and take a picture of this painting, in all directions and from multiple angles, and not a single detail could be missed.

Gu Lian was silent, looked at Chenxing's back, looked at Tianjiao who was calm at this time, and looked at the painting on the whiteboard repeatedly, compared to Tianjiao, she was also sure that Chenxing's talent was definitely not only in art or singing. This unparalleled affinity and persuasiveness that he unconsciously shows is always used unconsciously, and he always gets the desired result. It's just that at the critical moment when he is seeking benefits for himself, he seems to forget that he still has this advantage, and instead shows an unusually tough attitude that makes people headaches.

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Beijing, a high-end villa area on Dongzhimenwai Street.

Parking in a parking lot outside the community, walking through a landscape modeled after a Suzhou garden, Yu Youjia stood in front of a villa leaning on an artificial lake.

A few minutes ago, the security guard at the community gate should have called, and outsiders are not allowed to enter without the permission of the owner. Known as one of the most luxurious residential communities for foreign guests in Beijing, this villa area inherits the typical Suzhou garden style, with a variety of apartments, garden villas, office buildings, clubs, shops, restaurants and fitness centers, exquisite gardens and turquoise lakes. The level of security is not far behind.

He was a little strange, and it stands to reason that someone should have come out to greet him at this time.

He walked up the steps in front of the door, rang the doorbell without impatience, and waited quietly.

After a while, it seemed that hurried footsteps were heard, and the heavy and ornate woodcarved door was slowly pushed open, revealing the face of Fan Xuebing's most trusted assistant and aunt, Jiang Yanjuan. Jiang Yanjuan, who is forty or fifty years old, does not look old, between her eyebrows and eyes is a rare and somewhat similar to Fan Xuebing, from a distance, her face is still smooth and bright like a young woman, if you look closely, you can see the crow's feet that cannot be covered by the corners of the eyes and a few fine lines at the corners of the mouth, like a mirror-like lake, there are always a few stubborn ripples on the surface of the lake to show the truth that the beauty of the world often has defects that cannot be ignored. It's just that now, the flaws on Jiang Yanjuan's face seem to be more obvious, and the crow's feet around the corners of her eyes are deeper and colder than before.

"Vice President Yu, I'm sorry, there was something at home just now, which made you wait for a long time." Jiang Yanjuan's demeanor was humble, even a little humble, but this could not hide the residual frightened expression on her face, as if she had just woken up and was still immersed in a nightmare.

"It's okay, is Miss Fan inside?" Yu Youjia secretly wondered Jiang Yanjuan's expression and asked quietly.

"Yes, in the large bedroom on the third floor, please come with me." Jiang Yanjuan walked in front of Youjia.

The interior of the villa is more luxurious than its appearance, and it is said that the decoration design was done by the highest standard decoration company in Beijing. Yu Zhicheng bought this villa and gave it to Fan Xuebing, he is known as the general manager of Huayue's "philately", but there is only one female artist in the company who enjoys this honor.

Fan Xuebing's residence is naturally more than this, but this is her most expensive and private permanent residence. She also has several properties in her hometown, all of which are in her parents' name.

Yu Youjia climbed the stairs and witnessed the splendid European-style palace decoration in front of him, which shaped the interior of this villa like a small palace.

Her Majesty the Empress in the palace lives on the highest floor.

Up to the third floor, the door to the largest room was closed.

"Xue Bing, Vice President Yu has arrived." Jiang Yanjuan whispered slowly by the door, as if she was afraid of frightening the noble people inside.

"Let him in." Fan Xuebing's voice was lazy and casual, and her majesty was also soaked in this lazy and casual tone.

Jiang Yanjuan nodded slightly to Yu Youjia, signaling that he could go in. Then he turned away and walked away, humorously no longer following.

Yu Youjia stretched out his hand and reached the door, only to find that it was hidden, so he gently pushed the door open.

The first thing that catches Yu Youjia's eye is not the floor-to-ceiling windows that open in front of him and the large white gauze curtains that rise with the wind, nor the large crystal chandelier that shines brightly on the ceiling.

The high-grade waterproof wooden floors are recognizable, and there are shards of glass and crumbs of porcelain utensils.

Yu Youjia took a step forward, there was a slight sound of water stains under his feet, and he looked down to see that the burgundy liquid was flowing all over the ground, winding and soaking through the fragments of some of the utensils along the way.

The composition of the fragments is complex. There were glasses for drinking water, small vases for flower arrangement, and more broken porcelain on the floor not far away, like a relatively large colored vase that might be a person tall and collapsed to the ground, while a metal golf club that was discarded at random and the marks on it showed that Yu Youjia's guess was correct.

The wind is strong, and the floor-to-ceiling windows face the artificial lake in front of the villa, bringing a moist smell to the face.

A woman sat on the floor leaning against the side of the couch, motionless, not even bothering to cast her eyes. Her long, slightly curly hair hung unadorned, half-obscuring her looming collarbone. On the snow-white face, half of the delicate facial features are hidden in the long hair splashed with ink. She only wore a set of loose pure white home clothes made of cotton, looking like a princess who had just woken up, and there was an indescribable touch of innocence and ignorance between her always gorgeous and unparalleled complexions, and a little fragile.

In the extravagant and exquisite palace, is it not the majestic and domineering Her Majesty the Empress who lives in the imagination, but a slender and delicate princess who is waiting for a guest?

Yu Youjia came a few steps away from this woman, stopped, waited for a moment, and did not make a sound, also waiting. He noticed that the small, burgundy stream beneath his feet was originating from the bottle she had poured down, and the aroma of the wine was diluted by the open wind, but still intense and mellow. Yu Youjia is not very familiar with wine, and can only roughly judge from the aroma that this is a good bottle of wine, and the market value should be worthy of this mansion and this woman's identity. If Yin Rongyu was here, he might be able to guess which country, place, and winery's red wine this was, and perhaps, he could guess the approximate vintage of the wine with a little certainty. In the deliberate silence between the two sides, Yu Youjia silently looked at the stream, and his thoughts jumped.

"You saw it all?" After a long time, after making sure that Yu Youjia had enough patience to wait for herself, the woman no longer tempted, her eyes moved, facing Yu Youjia, and asked casually.

This woman, except for Fan Xuebing, can no longer be someone else.

"Yes, I saw it." Yu Youjia bowed slightly, maintaining a proud and unfazed demeanor.

"Before you came, I lost my temper. I haven't had such a big fire in years. Do you know why? Fan Xuebing lifted her hair, and her simple movements had a charming charm.

"I thought, I might know." Yu Youjia looked at Fan Xuebing's gaze very focused, because he was too focused, he would not be easily captured by Fan Xuebing's graceful demeanor.

"No, you don't." Fan Xuebing chuckled lightly, with a self-deprecating tone, completely devoid of the arrogant demeanor of the past, "You saw that thing, right?" Any idea what it turned out to be? ”

"One, a big vase?" Yu Youjia guessed, and from Fan Xuebing's expression, he knew that he had guessed wrong. It doesn't matter, because the right answer, the other person will say it quickly.

Really.

"A big vase?" Fan Xuebing shook her head at first, then nodded again, her voice was very sober, without a trace of drunkenness, "Yes, you are not wrong, it is indeed a vase, including myself, it is just a big vase that looks beautiful but is actually the most ridiculous in Huayue." ”

"You mean ......" Fan Xuebing's words were tantamount to a reminder for Youjia, he suddenly remembered something, but he had always heard of it, he had never seen it with his own eyes, and he couldn't verify it from the person concerned.

"Yes, that's right, this is the goddess statue." Fan Xuebing affirmed Yu Youjia's conjecture.

Yu Youjia was silent. This rumor about Fan Xuebing and Yu Zhicheng turned out to be true.

Fan Xuebing looked at the pile of fragments, as if she was also struggling to pick up her memories little by little, "When I first became famous more than ten years ago, Yu Zhicheng customized a life-size painted porcelain statue for me in Jingdezhen and named it 'My Goddess'. At that time, he said that he didn't have much money, and the company was in the development period, so he could only get me this porcelain statue first, and when Huayue became a domestic entertainment giant, he would change a golden statue for me - of course, it wouldn't be so big, and I wouldn't be so unrealistic. Then he kept the porcelain statue in his house every day. ”

When Fan Xuebing said this, she laughed twice, I don't know if she was laughing at Yu Zhicheng in the past, or her past self, "In my opinion at the time, what a romantic and sweet promise this was, I had no way to resist and believed him." But you see, after so many years, Huayue has long become a domestic entertainment giant, and none of the promises he once made to me could be fulfilled. ”