The studio is next to her bedroom, about the size of a classroom, filled with all kinds of portraits, and there is a large bookshelf with books on painting.

"Hello, I'll be your art teacher from now on, my name is Yi Mixiu, you can call me Xiuxiu."

The woman looked a little older than her, twenty-five or sixteen, with long flowing hair, a white shirt and blue denim, and a convex figure.

People are here to teach her to learn to draw, and it feels weird to call her nickname.

Li Xiangwei hesitated: "Let's call you Teacher Yi." ”

This was Li Xiangwei's request, and she did not refuse.

Yi Meixiu first looked at Li Xiangwei's paintings, and then started with the most basic things.

Li Xiangwei was originally a wild painter, and when she talked about it, she understood it all at once.

Yi Meixiu started from the basics, and spoke very carefully, but the progress was not slow, Li Xiangwei just sat there and listened carefully, and from time to time recorded the key points with a pen.

"To draw more, it is still very important to practice the brush."

"Well, I'll practice more."

"That's it for today, if you talk too much, it may not be digested."

"Thank you, Mr. Yi."

After Yi Meixiu came out of the studio, she immediately ran into Feng Hao: "Come with me." ”

In the study, Yi Mixiu stood in front of the desk and looked at the man in front of him with a smile on her face.

"How did she learn?"

"Miss Li is very talented in art, but her painting skills may not be mature enough, but as long as she works hard, she will definitely have good results."

"Report directly to Chief Feng if you need anything!"

"Okay."

These days, Li Xiangwei locked herself in the room and drew not scribbles, she quietly took out a pile of manuscript paper pressed under the book.

So far, after drawing two words, Li Xiangwei looked at the characters above repeatedly, feeling a little nervous inexplicably.

I wonder if these can be thrown out of the ground?

Maybe a little less.

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In a Hunan restaurant, a woman sat on either side of the wooden table, and Tu Youyou sat on the back of the chair behind her very flamboyantly, with her feet on the chair next to her.

"Tell me, what are you trying to do this time? Can't you tell me on the phone? ”

"Tu Youyou, your dad went early, I single-handedly pulled you up, didn't I have the current you?" Yang Huizhen took a bite of rice and spoke at her angrily, because the force was too great, and several pieces of rice squirted out from it.

Tu Youyou wiped the rice grains on his face with disgust, and said leisurely: "Yes, that's right, you raised me, I admit it." ”

"I'm not here to ask you for money this time."

"What's that for?" Tu Youyou didn't bother to pay attention to her stepmother, and it would be okay for her to come to her.

"The son of the old Wang family, the arm of my distant cousin's family, is about the same age as you, and when you reach the age of marriage, I think the two of you are quite compatible."

Tu Youyou's brows furrowed instantly, dare to love her to arrange a marriage for her?

"I don't need your kindness."

"Really, that baby looks okay, the point is that the family is good, I got a lot of money from the demolition a few days ago, and you will definitely be happy when you marry." At the mention of Qian, Yang Huizhen's eyes lit up.

"It's a lot of dowry, isn't it?" Tu Youyou sneered twice. "Since their family is very good, I will definitely be happy when I get married, so let's give this opportunity to my sister as an older sister."

"Your sister is still young, it's right for you to marry."

Fart, only a year younger than her, it's right for her to marry?