Zixuan didn't answer the phone, and Jiayin was not angry, which was reasonable. She scolded him just now and cut off the phone, and now the other party is reciprocal to counter her, which is also due. happened to be calm and calm, Jiayin hurriedly planned the afternoon's schedule, first spent an hour and a half to go to Zhongxi, rushed to the law firm before 4:30, and then returned to the school to pick up the luggage, maybe go to Tao Yao's house for a while, while fighting a lawsuit, looking for a job, and, don't forget to collect evidence, can a living person suffocate urine! Do you need him Liang Zixuan to show off his martial arts? You can do it yourself!

Zhong Xi's studio is on the top floor above a tea room on Qingshui Road. There are two bedrooms and one living room, of which the living room is full of painting materials, easels, etc., and the second bedroom is dedicated to paintings.

Jiayin followed him slowly upstairs, and he seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat. She thought to herself, what could she do to make him less nervous? Van Gogh, born in the 90s, is also too shy. Probably the artists are delicate, sensitive and suspicious. Thinking of these, Zhong Xi in front of him seemed to have a sense, his steps were fast and slow, and Jiayin was anxious.

Finally entered the room, Jiayin still wanted to say hello casually, "Wow - your room is ......", but as soon as I entered the door, I saw a portrait of a woman standing in the corner of the living room, which really scared Jiayin, and then looked at the chaos in the room, and the praise on her lips was swallowed, "It's a little messy." ”

Zhong Xi smiled, "Jiayin, you don't have to care about me, come to my studio, just treat it as a secluded peach blossom paradise in nature, relax and be yourself." ”

He said so much in one breath, he seemed to be tired, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and was about to drink it himself, only to see Jiayin still standing in the middle of the living room, so he handed it to her. The moment it touched his fingertips, Jiayin felt like touching a drop of water, feeling his simple faith and persistent enthusiasm.

She could feel that he was really introverted, not a bad person, and only talked eloquently when he was excited.

"Jiayin, it's my greatest luck to know you." Zhong Xi blushed and flew, that was really out of the comics.

"I'm also very happy. Then I'll just relax and admire your paintings? Jiayin threw away the bag in his hand as he spoke, sat on the sofa generously, and was just about to unscrew the cap of the bottle, Zhong Xi rushed up and grabbed the bottle and unscrewed the cap, before handing it to her safely. Jiayin raised her eyes to meet his good-looking eyes, and noticed the deep and subtle meaning, which was a bit exotic, and she knew that he liked her.

"Well, whatever, just think it's your own home! Ah, I mean don't hold back. ”

"You don't have to greet me! Van Gogh's hands were not for someone else to screw the cap. Go ahead, are you inspired again? Glancing encouragingly, he nodded excitedly and picked up the palette.

Jiayin is like a master, and he doesn't recognize life at all. Since he invited her to see his paintings and give some advice, of course she had to look at them. Since Jiayin should go down, he will not be irresponsible, so he went in the direction of the second bedroom.

The paintings that shook her heart one by one, including beautiful, dreamy, terrifying, ghostly, distant, sad, future-like, and nihilistic...... Complicated and strange feelings, obscure stories hit her, this is simply Zhong Xi's countless personal lives and experiences, she can feel his hard work and emotions, he is painting with feelings. From these different styles of paintings, Jia Yin can see his love for painting, his desire to integrate with nature, and his awe, madness and desire for freedom.

Further inside, there is a partitioned area, where there are many paintings, which can be distinguished from a distance, and they must be important works, because the place is extremely neat, the paintings have been framed or rolled up, and there are a few paintings that are scattered, and it seems that they have only been painted for a long time.

Jiayin walked in gently, just took a few steps, glanced around, she was already breathing, and her heart seemed to stop beating!

Here, how many different hers!

It's her! He's all about her!