Fan Xiaoyi hadn't noticed that Liao Mingfei's attitude was subtle, and he was foaming at the mouth and dancing with his hands, "...... You don't know that a scumbag like me can only do those simple things. Now that he is a top student, he will definitely be able to develop better designs and products. You just wait and see, this time I have experience, good things have a way to sell good things, my studio will definitely be better! ”

Liao Mingfei thought thoughtfully, "You don't seem to be ordinary to this Yang Yiwei?" ”

Fan Xiaoyi's face suddenly turned crimson, and she twisted and pinched, "Yes...... It's my first love. ”

Liao Mingfei raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So you're going to take the opportunity to find a new boyfriend?" ”

Fan Xiaoyi was taken aback by him, almost choked on her own saliva, and hurriedly denied it, "It's my first love, and it's not that people like me." ”

Liao Mingfei nodded, "That means if he likes you, you will be together." And now we open a studio together, and we are lonely all day long......"

Fan Xiaoyi jumped up, "Ahem, don't think so much, you didn't say anything and you went so far." Speaking of which, you're really, a big man so gossipy......"

Liao Mingfei just looked at her like this, and saw Fan Xiaoyi's heart furious, "What are you doing!" ”

Liao Mingfei shook his head and stopped talking.

Fan Xiaoyi ran away with a weak heart, "What a strange person." ”

Looking at her back as she ran back to the room with a cigarette, Liao Mingfei rarely rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

And Fan Xiaoyi didn't notice Liao Mingfei's abnormality at all, these days, she goes out earlier and returns late every day to run to the studio.

But as a month went on, she realized that things didn't seem to be as she imagined.

Yang Yiwei is doing a good job, but when he asked him to give himself something to design, he really said as he said, "I won't make this kind of thing." Because it was not as beautiful as a handicraft that could be admired on the table, he did not look down on it.

After touching the wall here a few times, Fan Xiaoyi gradually became depressed.

But Yang Yiwei didn't seem to see her hard work at all.

Compared with Fan Xiaoyi, who goes out early and returns late every day and buzzes like a hard-working little bee all day long, Yang Yiwei never had the slightest intention of helping her when she was so busy and dizzy. And he himself slept until noon every day, and slowly woke up to the studio.

I came to the studio, pondered his work, and as soon as it was dark, I went home.

Every day, Fan Xiaoyi wants to have lunch in the studio, so she also brings him a copy by the way, and over time, Yang Yiwei is also used to coming to the studio for lunch every day after getting up, but she still never thought of giving her a hand when she is too busy.

I saw that he just tossed a few of his works over and over again every day, and the workmanship was beautiful, but he never saw him sell a single one.

Fan Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask, "How do you sell these things?" ”

Yang Yiwei didn't care, "I haven't found a buyer yet." ”

Fan Xiaoyi was very surprised, "None of them?" ”

"Hmm."

Fan Xiaoyi felt very strange, "Then where are you going to sell it?" Set up a stall? ”

Yang Yiwei suddenly glared at her fiercely, startling her a lot, "How can a good thing like me go to set up a stall?" Surrender your identity! ”

was so frightened that Fan Xiaoyi didn't dare to say more, but he still wondered how he sold it.

It wasn't until more than a month later that she couldn't help but ask again, "Haven't you sold one yet?" ”

Yang Yiwei replied casually while modifying his work, "Hmm." ”

Fan Xiaoyi couldn't sit still. She refuses to help, and his own has not been sold, and it has not opened until now, so why does it look like he is not in a hurry at all? At that time, when she and Zhu Yike had no business at the beginning, they were in a hurry every day.

As the days passed, Fan Xiaoyi became more and more disappointed, and gradually understood that things were not as she initially thought was to find a reinforcement.

Yang Yiwei works unhurriedly for four or five hours a day, with weekends off, and sometimes no one is seen. The result is a few works of art.

A few works sit quietly on the table, taking up half of her table, and the chairs and tools he occupies also occupy 1/4 of her studio, making this already small studio even more cramped.

But none of this really contributed to the studio.

Fan Xiaoyi will give Yang Yiwei a share of fruit snacks every day for lunch and afternoon, but she pays for the raw materials, water and electricity that needs to be bought. There are more people in the studio, but she still relies entirely on herself in terms of products, sales and funds.

These days, she still insists on going to the sculpture stall, but she no longer dares to show off the new products easily. Recently, although I have also received a few small orders, I finally don't even have to eat, but I have never intended to renew, and I feel that I haven't eaten the last meal.

If this continues, she will soon have to face the pressure of rent again, and seeing that she is about to make ends meet, Fan Xiaoyi thought about it and decided to open a micro store again, maybe she can open a little more sales.

Seeing him busy, Yang Yiwei only buried himself in his own works.

Fan Xiaoyi couldn't help but be a little angry, "These works of yours are not selling well for a while, so you have to find a living." ”

Yang Yiwei suddenly became angry, "The art I pursue is not a temporary profit. I thought you were different from those laypeople who only know money, but I didn't expect you to be such a short-sighted person! ”

Fan Xiaoyi was dumbfounded, "Don't you want to eat if you pursue art?" ”

Yang Yi stared at her slightly disappointed for a while, "The Tao is not the same. And he walked away.

Fan Xiaoyi was almost angry.

When she was in middle school, she used to like Yang Yiwei so much, she just thought that he was good in everything, he was excellent in learning, all-round in sports, and he was handsome, which was the common yearning of many girls in the whole grade. At that time, as long as she could be seen by him, she could be happy for many days.

Even when we met again a few days ago, it made her heart move. As Liao Mingfei said, if Yang Yiwei is a little interesting to her, I'm afraid she will already pounce on her in a daze.

Fan Xiaoyi at that time, how could he have thought that Yang Yiwei was such a person!

She couldn't help but feel deeply frustrated by her vision, she really didn't have the ability to read people.

Fan Xiaoyi had no choice but to continue to work hard, Yang Yiwei couldn't count on it, but he still had to live his life. At the very least, we have to find a way to pay the rent for the next quarter.

But things in the world are always unfulfilled, she is immersed in the work, the oven suddenly breaks, it is rainy and rainy, a room of billets piled up, just can't ship.

Fan Xiaoyi was so anxious that her mouth was bubbling.