"Ask less." Lin Xiangchuan's tone was serious.

Looks like it's a girlfriend, yes.

No, he actually has a girlfriend!

Lu Zhixing was stunned for a long time, and looked at Cheng Youzhou with his bamboo chopsticks in disbelief.

Once Cheng Youzhou asked Lin Xiangchuan's blessing to eat the food made by Xin'er, again and again.

He guessed who did it the moment the box was opened, but he wasn't optimistic about them.

The relaxed atmosphere has become a little subtle.

Lu Zhixing resolved the embarrassment, stirring up the atmosphere and urging them to hurry up and eat.

Lin Xiangchuan gave a hand to reply to Xin'er's message.

Lu and Cheng saw it in their eyes and were silent.

At this time, Xin'er delivered lunch to Fu Zhao and her assistant and had just come home.

As for Lin Xiangchuan's share, it was actually an extra one, and she just sent it to the company by the way.

Seeing the message he replied, a bright smile like fireworks stayed at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Xiangchuan is a beam of light, sprinkled through the dark clouds on Xin'er, and since he appeared, life has become sweet together.

In addition to Zhaozhao, she has people who want to say good morning and good night.

Both of them are busy, and although they don't see each other often, the occasional encounter is precious to Sin.

A cup of coffee or a cup of tea, intermittent talking.

I haven't seen him for three years, Xin Er found that Lin Xiangchuan didn't like to smile anymore, Yingting's facial features became more and more resolute, and his gentle and elegant temperament became cold and mature.

The eyes are also deep, and I can't see through it no matter how I look at it.

It's a little strange, but it doesn't prevent her from wanting to understand his heart now.

To this end, she creates opportunities to meet him.

I tried several times, but all ended in failure.

She had to persuade herself to calm down, and she couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Summer has begun in the blink of an eye.

Chang'an City is cloudy and sunny, occasionally one day is the year round, and the temperature is unpredictable.

Li Muzi fully recovered his health and took over the work of the studio, and at the same time sent the students' homework to the private studio next door every day.

At half past one, the students found that they had changed teachers, and they couldn't help but ask a few curious questions.

Li Muzi's face is flushed, his appearance is cute, his personality is well-behaved, and he is very enthusiastic about treating others.

After the free trial class ended, the 30 student places were full, and Li Muzi was about to leave with 30 assignments.

A tall young man with dyed silver hair blocked her way, and he was so angry that he asked:

"Do you know this woman?"

Li Muzi heard the story of a bad boy from her best friend, and the people who were bullied ended up miserable, she didn't dare to look at the photos in the other party's mobile phone, she just wanted to escape.

"Hey, I have a friend who said that if you see it here, you will know it, and if you don't know it, you won't know it, what are you afraid of?"

Li Muzi swallowed his saliva, his eyes still didn't dare to look directly at him, and stammered:

"Acquaintance, you, what are you looking for her?"

"Tell me her contact information!"

The silver-haired young man reported himself to his home, and said a lot later.

Li Muzi was stunned when he heard this, and said cautiously:

"You asked me to ask, my boss, she doesn't like to interact with people."

"Okay, this is my phone, don't get me wrong."

Li Muzi was glad that the other party was not stalking, caught the blue post-it note and nodded, and waited for him to walk away before standing up straight.

"Hello, is Teacher Xin here?"

Li Muzi's legs were weak again, and he sat directly on the ground, and the thirty sketches in his arms were scattered all over the ground.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect to scare you."

Lu Zhixing said as he quickly picked up the homework and handed it over with both hands.

Li Muzi wanted to know what day it was, and the men she met were all very handsome, she looked at Lu Zhixing's Danfeng eyes, and almost indulged in the gentle smile that he said sorry.

"Miss, are you listening to me?"

Li Muzi came to his senses, "Oh, some have, do you have anything to do with my boss?" She ......"

Just as Sin'er sent a message, she raised her head and said, "My boss is in the studio." ”

Xin Er didn't expect Lu Zhixing to come to sign up at this time, and after signaling Li Muzi to leave, he opened his lips:

"You pick the studio, and I pick the students. You only showed up once in three free trial classes, and I don't want to accept such casual students. ”

Lu Zhixing shrugged his shoulders helplessly and scratched his head, no matter what happened, the corners of his mouth would always rise.

"Formally apologize to you, for many reasons I have to sign up now......"

Xin Er didn't listen to the explanation, unceremoniously asked Lu Zhixing to leave, and closed the studio door with his backhand.

The original intention of opening the studio: to let people who love paintbrushes paint happily, nothing more.

The free trial class is also an interview.

In Xin'er's eyes, Lu Zhixing didn't like painting enough.

On the contrary, although there are more or less structural and proportional errors in the thirty assignments, she can fully feel each person's unique aesthetic of "characters" and find traces of creation.

Artistic creation knows no boundaries and requires madness and boundless love to be unique.

That's why she never accepts an invitation to teach at any Academy of Fine Arts, nor does she teach students studying for exams.

After each assignment, there are several lines of comments from Xin'er.

Today, Tuesday, Xin'er usually stays in the studio to immerse himself in hand-drawn stick figure comics, and he sent a message to Lin Xiangchuan before his phone was set to do not disturb.

Knock knock.

It's getting late.

Xin'er's warm eyes turned to the sliding door of the studio, "Which one?" ”

"Lu Zhixing, I saw that the studio was still lit, if it was convenient, could I come out and talk?"

Xin'er replied decisively: "I'm sorry, it's not convenient at all. ”

Lu Zhixing held two large cups of room temperature jasmine milk tea in his hands.

"I'm a photographer and I've traveled to many countries and left a lot of interesting moments.

The work "Vision" once exhibited in your studio, and the author copied it with my photographs.

You're right, maybe I don't love it that much, but I'm very interested. ”

The door opened.

"Come here and look for me when you have a reason to learn how to draw, I've always been there."

Xin Er remembers very well that less than ten minutes after the exhibition of "Linwang" a year ago, Lu Zhixing was able to remember it, and she was a little surprised.

Lu Zhixing sent the milk tea to her, "This is what you said, milk tea is used as a deposit." ”

Xin Er smiled, "No, just remember." Slow down and don't send. ”

Lu Zhixing met the girl who was powerless for the first time, and he smiled even brighter while being overwhelmed, "Well, goodbye." ”

At the end of the corridor, Lin Xiangchuan saw the two smiling and waving to each other, and his hands unconsciously clenched the paper bag.

By the time Zill turned sideways, she was alone in the hallway.

The seafood rice bowl bought for Xin'er was thrown into the trash by Lin Xiangchuan, he held the car key tightly and leaned against the front of the car, and took out his mobile phone to reply to Wendi's message:

"If you need something, I'll let William send it to you tomorrow."

Wendi: "You know me best, can you come in person?" The director always turns around and says that I am not as good as a newcomer, and I am embarrassed everywhere, why don't you come."

Lin Xiangchuan tilted his head to look at the thirteenth floor, "I'll go now."

Wendi was full of joy, pushed away the lunch box and sat down and waited for Lin Xiangchuan to rescue him.