After wandering around in the darkness for more than ten minutes, except for a few sneaky figures sitting on benches, Wan Changsheng's first trip to the Academy of Fine Arts was not seen.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night when he took a taxi home, and Du Wen was often asleep at this point, so he opened the door lightly and entered the house.

First of all, I saw that on the small bench in the entrance of the door, there was actually the skull in front of it!

If there really were some bad guys who had petty theft and came in and saw such a pair of cold holes, they would probably be scared crazy.

Anyway, Wan Changsheng, who drank a little wine, chuckled in his heart.

But inexplicably, he smiled again, because Du Wen immediately appeared in his mind, holding his skull with his eyebrows.

It's really interesting.

But immediately, Wan Changsheng saw Du Wen curled up on the sofa and napping, with a home-style pajamas and pants that she usually painted.

There is also a plate on the coffee table next to it, filled with two cubes of fried food that don't seem to know how to describe, maybe it's food, and a cup of green paste, which looks a little crazy.

But on winter nights, when the man returns to the house where the lights are still on, there is a woman waiting, not so well fed, and drunk even poison.

I will also feel warm in my heart.

This is probably the hope of countless men working hard outside with tears.

But Wan Changsheng stood in the entrance and watched quietly for a few seconds, probably judging whether this girl was acting or sincere.

Because the props are so classic.

If it's a real couple or boyfriend or girlfriend, it's time to carry it into the bedroom.

Wan Changsheng finally broke his fingers, and went over to push the sofa pillow: "Hey, wake up, you can get up and go to sleep, it will be cold." ”

After pushing it several times, Du Wen, who opened her eyes in a daze, should have proved the truth.

Because he was a little staggered when he stood up, and the next morning he was even more unmistakable: "I...... Sick ......"

Wan Changsheng didn't need to muster up the courage to try the test items on the coffee table, he went back to the room and fell asleep after going to the kitchen last night, and woke up from a sound sleep after drinking some wine, and was a little surprised that there was no Du Wen on the balcony.

When he was about to go out and knocked on the bedroom door for the first time, he heard a weak voice, and when he pushed the door, he saw Du Wen's peachy face.

The eyes that were barely opened, revealing a pitiful expression.

I think I still have a cold and fever.

Jiangzhou, like most of the southern regions, does not have the habit of heating in winter, and Jiangzhou is still a city where two rivers meet, and the water mist and humidity are relatively large, so from November and February into winter, there will be a particularly cold and biting cold.

This is the most likely to confuse people and neglect to keep warm when they first enter the winter.

Wan Changsheng finally felt a little guilty and confirmed that Du Wen was really sick because he was waiting for him to come back.

When is it possible to get sick compared to this time when it is critical?

There is still a month to take the art exam, and there are countless learning contents to catch up.

A slight delay of ten days and a half would destroy all previous efforts.

Therefore, Wan Changsheng touched his forehead in a rare breakthrough, confirmed that it was untimely, and quickly found a towel to wet it and put it on Du Wen's forehead, telling her to be patient, turn around and run out of the door.

It's just that Wan Changsheng didn't see the quilt, Du Wen barely squeezed out a satisfied smile on his face, and he couldn't support himself and fell asleep again.

Wan Changsheng has a wealth of experience in taking care of people, and even if this is in the Guanyin Temple, he can even go to the market in Qianwei to collect a few Chinese herbs to match and treat himself.

But now in a big city where there is everything, Wan Changsheng ran to the training school to ask Lu Tao for a leave, so he left each other's phone numbers, and then went to the pharmacy to buy several Chinese patent medicines, porridge in the breakfast shop, spicy noodles, thermometers and other things.

With a body temperature of more than 39 degrees, there is nothing to do for another person, Wan Changsheng methodically helped Du Wen to sit up and eat the spicy noodles first, stimulating sweat as much as possible, regardless of whether it has any effect, he will take Chinese patent medicine again, and then cover all the quilts and coats that can be found here on the delicate girl to cover her sweat.

He sat outside the door next to him, taking Du Wen's sketches and comparing them with himself, thinking about whether he could find a shortcut to make up for the delay that might be due to his illness.

However, as long as there was a sound in the pile of quilts a few feet away, Wan Changsheng would respond: "What?" ”

There was only a little crying in the quilt, he had to stretch his neck a little longer, and when he saw the tearful face of the pear blossom, he tried to open his eyes wider, but the tears couldn't help but pour out, so he kept blinking, and he blinked a little hard: "Heavy ......"

Looking at the aggrieved look, Wan Changsheng smiled: "Covering sweat, this is the fastest treatment that can stimulate the body's immune function when you meet the wind and cold, what are you crying ......"

At this time, he still knew that when he pulled two tissues to cover it, his face naturally absorbed water.

Du Wen puffed out the tissues with difficulty, and actually laughed again.

Wan Changsheng was even more strange: "What are you laughing at?" ”

The whole body was like pressing under the Five Fingers Mountain, and the girl who couldn't move smiled in tears: "Film and television...... There is a makeup teacher over there who said that good-looking people, because they are three-dimensional, so when they cry, their tears are big and big, and they can't look good and spread out their faces, and they can't blow it when they stick it......"

Wan Changsheng couldn't help laughing: "It's good to be in good spirits." ”

Du Wen turned her head with difficulty like Sun Monkey and asked: "Come here, I can't see it." ”

Wan Changsheng only got closer as if Tang Seng was cautiously climbing the Five Finger Mountain: "What? ”

The patient is big.

The patient looked at him: "For as long as I can remember...... No one has ever taken care of me so much. ”

Wan Changsheng cleared: "I'm a humanitarian, you didn't pay attention to it yourself last night, and fortunately I didn't eat what you made, so maybe now the two of them are bedridden and waiting for rescue." ”

Du Wen is not angry, it is more likely that she has no strength to be mad, so she can only be gentle: "It's good." ”

Wan Changsheng despised it: "Neuropathy...... I see you're a little sober, let's talk about sketching, shall we? ”

Du Wen said softly.

Wan Changsheng held up yesterday's sketch without distraction: "I think we can take it a step further and repeatedly compare and observe the high-scoring examination works in recent years......"

After waiting for him to sigh for a while, he turned his head when he found that there was no response, and saw that Du Wen had fallen asleep again with a sweet smile.

It's just that the tears on his cheeks are indeed a big one.

Wan Changsheng had no choice but to take a tissue to help her print it, and then scratched his head and retreated to the door, only to look down and find that a small hand was stretched out under the quilt, holding his clothes tightly.

Seeing that this is still the clothes Du Wen picked for herself, Wan Changsheng sighed and sat on the edge of the bed with pity, did not look up at the temporary boudoir at all, continued to focus on sketching, and forced himself to explore more possibilities.

In fact, by this time, Wan Changsheng had already faintly felt something.

He's very good at getting around the conformist stuff and finding new ways to find new ways.

Du Wen is a case in point.

She really doesn't have much talent when it comes to sketching and styling.

But Wan Changsheng was in a state of self-made, and he dragged such a zero-based man to get better and better.

He's kind of obsessed with it because it's kind of like his favorite thing.

Carve.

It's just that it's people who are carved now.

Thinking of this, Wan Changsheng unintentionally looked back, and saw the delicate face that could be broken by the bullet, and he was distracted for a few seconds.

I felt the stone and carving knife in my coat pocket, and I wanted to record this face for the first time.

You must know that Wan Changsheng has never set foot in this kind of realistic carving before.

The dragons, tigers, phoenixes, and turtles at the end of the seal are nothing more than the familiar hands handed down by the ancestors, which are already very routine, and they are more just fooling pilgrims with their skills.

As for the carving at other times, Wan Changsheng basically did it behind closed doors......

This should also be a breakthrough that he will have after learning sketching and these recent insights.

Therefore, leaving the Guanyin Temple, Wan Changsheng's life will inevitably change.

will meet Lin Jianwei, Mao Dongyang, Du Wen, Lao Cao, Zhao Leilei......

Isn't that how life becomes unpredictable?