It is a retro-style, two-story loft located in a quiet corner of the city, with floor-to-ceiling glass on the street side.

After losing the last drawing competition, An Yao has been very frustrated, and whenever she is not happy, she will draw more pictures to alleviate the depression in her heart.

By the way, there has always been a man who has come to see her painting lately, which makes her a little uncomfortable.

The man's name is Ji Zikun, and he has a perverse temperament, with a punk hairstyle that exudes a social atmosphere, showing his obedient side.

He must have liked to smoke, and she could smell him in a way that displeased her.

He said that he wanted to observe her painting process and learn the skills of painting, and she had no reason to disagree.

She has a drawing board in front of her, a paint palette in her hand, a landscape painting on paper that is about to be completed, and a photograph is held in a clip around the edge of the drawing board. The photograph shows a beautiful natural landscape, with a wide sky and mountains in the foreground, a river with boats floating on the river in the middle and some plants in the foreground.

That's the picture she took when she went out sketching.

I don't know if it was because of a bad mood or other reasons, the paint on the brush accidentally stuck to her face, but it was only a little stained, she didn't care, and continued to paint.

"An Yao, you draw so well." The man sitting behind her said this again, as if the man had to say this every time he came to see her draw.

"Thanks for the compliment." She politely thanked him. In fact, she was a little tired of him in her heart, but she didn't show it.

She found that the more she was silent, the more the man wanted to get her attention. It's not that she doesn't know his thoughts, and it is precisely because she knows that she is even more bored in her heart.

"An Yao," Ji Zikun said with a hint of request in his disdainful tone, "Can you explain it to me when you're painting?" ”

He couldn't sit still.

In the past, An Yao would patiently explain some painting skills to him because he pretended to be humbly asking for advice, and he could also take the opportunity to say some digressions, but now she didn't even talk to him.

Her ignorance ignited his desire to conquer, and little by little it evolved into a deeper desire.

"Yes." She spoke in a somewhat cold tone.

The landscape painting was originally a half-finished product, and after An Yao's retouching, the painting was almost completed.

She picked up the brush and gestured: "This painting is basically completed, you can refine the edge of the scenery and strengthen the layering to open up the relationship." ”

"What does it mean to strengthen the hierarchical relationship?"

"It's the black, white and gray in the picture to make them a little more explicit."

Ji Zikun glanced at the drawing board and frowned: "Isn't the picture colorful, where does the black, white and gray come from?" ”

"The sketch relationship of painting is the hue purity and brightness of the color in the color."

"Oh, that's it, thank you, teacher." He said lazily, not knowing if he really understood.

Soon An Yao finished the painting, but she knew in her heart that there were still many details that needed to be painted in more depth, but the man sitting behind her made her not in the mood to paint any more.

She turned her head to face the man, and said without tactfulness: "It's already been painted, is there anything else Mr. Ji has to do?" ”

The man was slightly embarrassed, knowing that she was giving an eviction order, but he had no intention of leaving.

"Let's talk about you first, Miss An Yao, do you have something to do?"

Ji Zikun's answer made her difficult, but she quickly found an excuse: "I'll prepare some finished works for the buyer later." ”

Everyone who booked a painting in the gallery, An Yao would contact them to pick it up in person after the painting was completed, and she said this just to let the man leave.

She was arranging the finished paintings, and was about to put them together, when she suddenly felt a pair of hands around her waist, and Ji Zikun's voice came from her ears: "I can help you." ”

The paint of the brush remained on her face, but it did not affect her calm and arrogant aura in the slightest.

She was not frightened by Ji Zikun's actions, and said calmly: "Mr. Ji, do you know what you are doing, please let go of your hand." ”

"An Yao, I really like you, be my girlfriend." Ji Zikun's hand did not let go, but hugged it tighter.

"Please let go." An Yao still said calmly.

"An Yao, be my girlfriend!"

On the other side of Ji Zikun's confession, she once again said categorically: "I don't like you, and I won't like you in the future." ”

"Oops......" Suddenly, Ji Zikun's hand moved away from her waist, and his body lost its center of gravity, but he stabilized his body when he was about to fall.

"Are you alright?" Yang Zhexuan asked.

As soon as he arrived at the gallery, he saw this scene through the floor-to-ceiling window, and he instinctively rushed forward to take the man's hand away and pushed him aside.

An Yao looked at the handsome young man in front of her suspiciously, and before she could answer, Ji Zikun on the side said angrily: "Who are you?" How dare you mind my business! ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, but it's wrong for you to behave like this, don't you see that even this young lady's hair wants you to hurry up?"

"What if you can see it, but what if you can't see it?"

Ji Zikun clicked his finger joints and made a "click" sound, as if he was threatening the other party.

"I don't think you dare to say your name, what, I'm afraid I know?"

Lu Xiao thought to himself, if telling the name can make him leave quickly, then tell him.

"My name is Lu ......," he lowered his eyes and raised again, "My name is Yang Zhexuan." ”

Yang Zhexuan, Yang Zhexuan of Rongle Hotel.

"Huh!" Ji Zikun sneered, his attitude was very rude, "Who should I be, it turns out that I am a waste raised by my parents." ”

"Please watch your words." He said in as smooth a tone as he could.

"Isn't it?" Ji Zikun took a step closer to him. He hates this kind of rich kid who doesn't do anything but easily has thousands of favors.

"You!"

"What are you," he glanced at Yang Zhexuan contemptuously, then looked at An Yao, and changed his words, "Since there are guests, then I won't bother." ”

He felt that it was okay for you to stare at me and me to stare at you in this kind of place, and he must have caused trouble to An Yao now, and he didn't want his impression to be too bad in her heart. Then Ji Zikun walked out unceremoniously, and his back seemed to exude a yin and yang weird confidence.

"Thank you." After Ji Zikun left, An Yao said. Her tone sounded cold, but maybe it was just personality.

"You're welcome." The corners of his mouth curled slightly, "My name is Yang Zhexuan, and my father asked me to come over to get paintings." ”

"Okay, please wait." An Yao got up and handed him the painting that had already been prepared, "This is the painting that your hotel ordered last time, not long after the painting was completed, it is best to put it in the vent to blow for a few days before putting it in the decorative frame." ”

"Okay." He looked at An Yao and said. She has a princess-cut hairstyle, and her body is full of literary atmosphere.

When she handed him the painting, she returned to her seat and continued to paint the landscape, and there was no more speech in the room.

Yang Zhexuan looked around the studio, and there were paintings of different styles hanging on the walls. There are also several paintings in the closet, most of which are still lifes with delicate brushstrokes.

Some of the paintings feel a little oppressive, such as the one closest to him, where a group of men, women, and children sit on the floor, all wearing masks on their faces. Some of the paintings give people a particularly relaxed feeling, and there are many blue skies and white clouds, woods and mountains, such as the one she is painting now.

He didn't know much about drawing, he just thought they were beautiful.

He looked at the painting An Yao had just handed him, and the man in the picture had a scar on his face, stroking the projection on his window.

Yang Youjie likes these kinds of emotionally charged paintings, perhaps because there is something to be seen in them.

The room was silent except for the slight grinding of brushes.

Lu Xiao likes the cold atmosphere now, which makes him feel very comfortable, because he grew up in this atmosphere.

He suddenly thought that he and An Yao had just met, and she didn't know that Yang Zhexuan had a bright personality, maybe he could be Lu Xiao here for a short time.

"By the way, Miss An Yao, I will take all the paintings scheduled in the future, I hope we can cooperate happily."

"Well, nice to work with." She replied lightly.

I don't know what time it is, I only know that it was the deepest night, no wind, no sound.

Fang Xu felt very confused, looking around, everywhere he could see was dim, and he couldn't see the dimness of the edge, as if there was no end, boundless.

But in this darkness, there seems to be something hidden.

He dragged his feet slowly, walked for a long time, and came to a street lamp. There was no one nearby, and he stood alone under the street lamp, as if it were the only source of light in the whole world.

What is this place? He suddenly forgot where he had come from and how he had come here—completely unremembered.

Feeling inexplicably nervous, he instinctively reached up to his waist, and finally he felt the grip of the dagger. This gave him a little peace of mind, nothing to fear, I was a member of the Federation, and I had to face the darkness and the monsters that swooped out of it.

He looked around again, but the darkness around him was still as dark as ink as far as his eye could see, except for the halo cast by the street lamps on the ground.

It was a strange night, he muttered, no matter, get out of here first.

Leave?

But where am I going? He looked to the left, then to the right, and finally decided to go to the right.

After a few steps, he left the street lamp, and he found that he could no longer see the toes, and his whole body seemed to be slowly swallowed up by the darkness, and he gradually plunged himself into the darkness. He was hesitating to turn on the flashlight when he suddenly tripped over something and fell to the ground with his head on the ground.

He staggered to his feet, and at this time he seemed to hear a voice, not far away, the sound of a father beating and scolding the child.

As he approached a few steps, he saw the father with a thick stick in his hand, striking at the little boy again and again.

The little boy was covered with bruises, and his arm was tightly grasped by his father, and he wanted to break free, but his strength was too small to break free, so he could only keep begging his father for mercy, but his father seemed to be drunk, and was going crazy with alcohol, and was unmoved by the boy's pleas for mercy, and continued to whip, as if he was going to beat the boy to death.