The next day, Zhao Xueqing, who had already moved out, came back as Tang Wan had promised.

When she entered the bedroom door, she didn't say hello to Ye Mangman, let alone thank you.

As if she couldn't see the other person in the dormitory, she went about her own thing, as if nothing that had happened before was there.

Ye Mangman didn't care about her attitude, and he didn't intercede for her to get the gratitude of others, but just to ask for peace of mind.

And she didn't know that her attitude of not caring made Zhao Xueqing even more resentful.

Ever since she knew that she was able to return to the training camp because of Ye Mangman, she felt like she had been slapped in the face, reminding her that everything she was enjoying now was given to her by Ye Mangman's kindness.

All the confidence before was sucked away. This feeling is like pretending to be kind to help her up after breaking her backbone.

And the tolerance shown by Ye Manmang seemed to her to be more like mocking her, she would rather beat her and scold her and let her leave, which was much better than now. It was like treating her like a clown, watching her lose face, watching her jealous beyond recognition, and then showing the smile of the Virgin, giving a little kindness.

This distorted feeling was ingrained in her heart, and as the finals approached, with the pressure of preparing for the competition, it slowly sprouted, slowly entrenched above her heart, and strangled her heart.

"Qingcai, have you seen my drawing?"

Ye Mang, who had been silent for a long time, finally said the first words of her return to Zhao Xueqing.

In response to her, Zhao Xueqing's sneer: "What? You think I took it? It doesn't matter, you can rummage through the table drawers, anyway, as long as you do something wrong, you will be suspicious. ”

While speaking, Zhao Xueqing also took the lead in turning it over by herself, looking like she had a clear conscience.

Zhao Xueqing behaved so toughly, Ye Mangmang, who was still skeptical, was silent at this time. Although Zhao Xueqing's suspicion cannot be ruled out, it is obvious that he will not get the result he wants if he continues in such a stalemate.

glanced at Zhao Xueqing deeply, as if she could see something flawed in her face. Ye Mangmao saw the undisguised disgust and disdain on the woman's face.

To be honest, since Zhao Xueqing came back, she has not been disguised.

Although she didn't think about getting something in return for her, she didn't feel good about this kind of treatment that could be regarded as revenge. After a stalemate for a while, Ye Mangmao was defeated, picked up his drawing board, and went out.

And because she was anxious to get out of this oppressive atmosphere, Ye Mangmu didn't notice that Zhao Xueqing, who was still disdainful of her just now, immediately opened her drawer the moment she went out, grabbed out one of the piles of paper that had turned into pieces, threw them into a black bag, and then hurried out of the door.

If you look closely, you will find that the picture of the corner of the fragment is consistent with Ye's painting style, which is her preparatory entry.

Ye Mangwan hurriedly went out, but there were a lot of things to bring.

As she got out, she headed for a place she had envisioned, a sacred place she had discovered not long ago. Because of the training camp, there are always all kinds of players scattered throughout the training camp, most of them have completed their works, and they are in the relaxation period of eating, drinking and having fun, so it is really difficult to find a quiet place to make up the draft.

Fortunately, when she passed by the day before yesterday, she saw a secluded place, a long corridor, relatively spacious, with all kinds of neatly framed sketches, bright light, and very quiet, but I don't know why there are so few people who come to sketch, and almost no one is seen.

Originally, I saw it by accident, and I didn't think about coming over for a field trip, but I couldn't find the sketch, but it gave her this opportunity.

It didn't take long for her to reach her destination, and as she expected, it was empty, and it was a good place for God to give her a supplement.

Setting up the drawing board under a large oil painting that was compared to other drafts, Ye Manmang took a deep breath and prepared to start the revision.

All the paintings in this corridor are supposed to be the work of a single person, who has a variety of techniques, but the soul and style contained in them are always the same.

Ye Mangmao sometimes looks at it like this, and he will be unconsciously attracted by the world in the painting, which shows this person's painting skills.

If she is given this opportunity, she must get to know this author well, this kind of completely stream of consciousness and at the same time extremely smooth painting method really attracts her.

Thinking endlessly, Ye Manmu began to fill in the background color of his own drawing board. Because she had already drawn before, she was very proficient in the preparation before painting.

As time passed, Ye Mangmu slowly left behind the messy thoughts in his mind and concentrated on his works.

Because in order to fully display the artistic conception in the painting, the painter must first immerse himself in his own spiritual world, so Ye Mangmu consciously turned off his external perception system, so he did not notice that at the end of the corridor, a slender figure was slowly approaching.

To be honest, Shen Muyan was surprised at the first sight when he saw his exclusive territory being invaded, but he didn't reach the point of anger.

After all, it had long been agreed that this place was his exclusive domain.

It's not that he maliciously occupies it, it's just that because all his works are hanging here, and he himself often creates here, plus some people who dare not offend easily in respect, others will not come easily.

Looks like a freshman. Shen Muyan pondered for a moment and came to this conclusion.

Afraid that he would disturb the purity of the girl in front of him, Shen Muyan deliberately slowed down his pace and approached quietly.

But soon, he realized that he was doing more than that.

Because the girl in front of him was obviously completely immersed in her own world, and she didn't even notice that he was standing behind her unconsciously.

Poof, she's definitely vulnerable to sneak up when she's drawing. What kind of painting makes her so immersed?

Shen Muyan thought endlessly, and couldn't help but be a little more curious about such an unguarded girl.

The probe glanced at the girl's drawing board, and Shen Muyan was stunned for a moment.

As a fellow painter, he understands the spiritual world of other painters more easily than anyone else. And the world of this girl in front of her is undoubtedly the brightest, sunniest, and warmest.

After all, he has seen too many deliberately colorful paintings.