It became quiet inside the room.

Fu Yancheng's hand pressed his temple for an instant and looked up at her.

After Sheng Mian finished speaking, he also seemed to feel that lonely men and widows were in the same room, which made people think about it, and smiled, "I'll just talk about it casually." ”

Fu Yancheng looked at her, really wondering, she was so active with other men outside, and the one in the family knew this.

Lowering his gaze, his tone was even more unpolite.

"Get out."

Sheng Mian only thought that he didn't like to have contact with the opposite sex, and he wanted to give the Xiao family a guard.

"I don't mean anything else, Mr. Fu, then you have a good rest."

She really didn't mean anything else, she just saw that her client was drunk and couldn't help but want to help and get favor points.

Fu Yancheng has not replied so far, nor has he put forward any suggestions related to the sketch plan.

Although she has always been very confident in her work, this person doesn't say a word, which makes her a little bottomless.

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Sheng Mian returned to the room, changed her clothes, put the paint-stained shirt in the basin, rubbed it a few times, and washed it twice with clean water to make sure that the stains were gone, so she hung it by the window to dry.

After doing all this, she went to the same place where she had just done to wash the brush and paint tray again, and re-mix the colors.

Then go back to the white wall and continue to finish the rest of the painting.

Inspiration is such a thing, once it comes, you have to grab it quickly, otherwise she can't guarantee that she won't suddenly lose her feel when she gets up after a night's sleep.

Sheng Mian painted it very carefully, the night light was on the right hand, attracting a few moths, and everything else seemed quiet.

At three o'clock in the morning, she rubbed her eyes sleepily, intending to wash her face and sober up.

When I walked through the round arch near the washstand, I saw a slender and tall figure leaning against the pillar on the Chinese cloister in the courtyard from a distance, probably unable to sleep, with a cigarette between his fingers.

The man's expression is full of laziness and casualness, but it has a daunting sense of distance.

She didn't remember if she had ever seen him smoking, but she felt that this situation, with the surrounding pavilions, the moon was in the sky, and the corridor was as clean as water, it was so beautiful that she couldn't bear to break it.

The soot on Fu Yancheng's fingertips flicked, and he looked at the rockery in the courtyard carelessly.

I've been very disciplined all these years, and tonight I actually lost sleep.

Hearing footsteps on the other side of the arch, I couldn't help but look over, only to see a back disappear around the corner.

Fu Yancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, extinguished the cigarette from his fingertips, and walked over.

Sheng Mian had already returned to the white wall, and there would inevitably be movement when she turned on the faucet, and the slightest sound might disturb the person, and she had just hoped that the cold water would wake her up quickly, but now the surging sleepiness seemed to fade in an instant. m.

She laughed and drew faster.

Half an hour later, she had just put the brush head back into the paint pan when she heard a sudden sound in her ear.

"They invited you?"

Sheng Mian was caught off guard, and after his heart was beating wildly, he turned his head and saw Fu Yancheng less than a meter away at a glance.

"Mr. Fu, do you know that this will scare people to death?"

Probably because of smoking, he had a very faint smell of smoke, mixed with the smell of pine and cypress, which was a little cold at night.

With the blowing wind, it seems to be attached to the skin and cannot be wiped off.

Fu Yancheng did not approach, but looked at the painting on the white wall, and there was a touch of appreciation in his eyes.

I hadn't seen her draw before, I had only seen what she designed, but I didn't expect her to have such a skill.

The man raised his eyebrows, "I draw so well, why don't you continue to paint after graduation." ”

Sheng Mian lowered his head slightly, and paused in the action of adjusting the paint, "Didn't Mr. Fu hear it with his own ears last time?" ”

"Just because of that?"

Just because of that?

This sentence is fluttering, like a soft needle, piercing her heart, not painful but not negligible.

This person was born with the pride of the Son of Heaven and was unattainable, and of course he would not know how terrible it is for an ordinary person to be slandered, abused, and suffer from the white eyes of his surroundings.

"Well, because of that."

She turned her back and continued what she was doing, and there was a hint of anger in her tone.

Fu Yancheng was standing behind her, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on her waist.