Shen Shaojuai: I'm sorry I love you too much

The most satisfying work?
Which is her most satisfying work?

Ye Xingyi stood in the middle of the living room with a sad face.

In the small living room, from the floor to the sofa, from the coffee table to the TV cabinet, she has filled her recent paintings.

After hearing what Jiang Li said, the first thing she did when she got home was to take out her own works and choose them.

But she felt like she had fallen into a phobia of choice, and she couldn't choose the one that satisfied her the most.

Qian Mengmeng came out of the bedroom, looked at the living room where there was no place to stand, and asked, "Little tail, what are you doing?"

"Choose a painting!" Ye Xingyi replied with a sad face.

On the way home, Ye Xingyi told Jiang Li about introducing him to old Mr. Zhao Lishi. Qian Mengmeng was really happy for her to have such a famous person as her teacher.

It's a pity that she is a sculptor, otherwise she would pester Jiang Li to introduce herself to Mr. Zhao Lishi.

"I saw you started making it when you got home. Why haven't you chosen it for so long?"

Ye Xingyi pulled his hair frantically, and said, "I don't know which one to choose?"

"Then let me help you choose?" Qian Mengmeng suggested.

"Okay, okay!" Ye Xingyi nodded hurriedly. Sometimes it was clear to the bystanders that maybe Qian Mengmeng could choose the work that satisfied her.

"Hmm!" Qian Mengmeng held her chin and began to search seriously.

After looking at the paintings in the living room one by one, she finally picked up the ancient lady's picture copied by Ye Xingyi, and said, "I think this one is good."

Ye Xingyi smiled wryly, and said, "That's what I copied from the paintings of the ancients of the previous dynasty. Even if the painting is good, it is also good for the ancients of the previous dynasty."

"Ah? Is that so?" Qian Mengmeng put the painting back, picked up another one, and asked, "What about this one?"

Ye Xingyi shook his head, not perfect.

Qian Mengmeng took another pair, and Ye Xingyi shook his head again, still feeling that it was almost too close.

After several times in a row, Qian Mengmeng chose to give up.

She said: "No, little tail, I don't think there is any work that satisfies you."

What she said hit Ye Xingyi's mind. She really felt that there was no work she was most satisfied with here.

The pretty little face cried even harder.

"What should I do? Mr. Zhao Lishi will be here tomorrow, but I can't bring anything out."

"I can't do anything about it." Qian Mengmeng spread her hands. She is a sculptor, and she can't help with traditional Chinese painting.

"Let me make you a cup of calming scented tea, so that you can clear your mind."

Ye Xingyi nodded, she really needed to clear her mind.

Qian Mengmeng walked through the living room and into the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

When she brought out the brewed tea, she found that Ye Xingyi had put away all the paintings.She put the scented tea on the coffee table, poured a cup and handed it to him.Ask: "Why did you put it all away?"

"I decided to draw a new one." Ye Xingyi said.

"Ah? Why did you suddenly think of redrawing, is it too late? Are you going to stay up late?"

Ye Xingyi nodded: "I don't think it's an option to choose like this. It's better to draw a new one."

Qian Mengmeng frowned: "Then you can be sure that what you draw is what you are most satisfied with?"

"I don't know." She was also confused, but painting could calm her down.

"Then you have decided, then paint well, I won't bother you, go back to the room first." Qian Mengmeng is helpless, the only thing she can do is try not to disturb her as much as possible.

"Thank you, Mengmeng."

"Which one of us is with whom! Don't keep saying thank you in the future."

Ye Xingyi nodded, she took a sip of scented tea, walked to the balcony, let the cold wind blow, and calmed down her mind.

The next day, Qian Mengmeng woke up. She walked to the living room and saw Ye Xingyi's easel was covered by a white cloth, and she was busy in the kitchen.

She walked to the kitchen door, yawned against the door, and asked, "Did you finish the painting?"

Ye Xingyi turned around and nodded at her when he heard the words: "Yes, the painting is finished!"

Seeing her energetic appearance, Qian Mengmeng asked curiously, "Did you sleep last night?"

Ye Xingyi shook his head, "I didn't sleep, I stayed up all night drawing. I don't know why, but I'm very energetic."

"Then what you drew last night must have satisfied you?" Qian Mengmeng said with certainty.

She also had the experience of staying up late to carve sculptures before. When she made a good work, she would be so excited that she couldn't sleep.

Ye Xingyi thought for a while, then nodded affirmatively, she felt very satisfied.

"Then let me have a look." Qian Mengmeng walked to the flower stand curiously, and before Ye Xingyi agreed, she lifted a corner of the white cloth and took a look.

With just one glance, she gave Ye Xingyi a thumbs up.

"Yes, if I were Mr. Zhao Lishi, I would definitely accept you as my apprentice."

After hearing her words, Ye Xingyi's face looked like a flower had split.

Mr. Zhao Lishi arrived at the studio around ten o'clock in the morning, and Lin Qiumo picked him up in person. As soon as he got out of the car, he was surrounded by reporters guarding outside for an interview.

After the interview was finally over, several media outlets made private interviews.

The visit lasted until noon, and it ended at the strong request of Mr. Zhao Kuang, the old man's son. However, he took Mr. Zhao Lishi away directly.

The colleagues in the studio waited anxiously all morning, but they didn't have a chance to talk to the old man, so the old man left, which made everyone very disappointed.

In fact, the old man was just picked up for lunch.

The people who ate together were Lin Qiumo, Jiang Li, Mr. Zhao Kuang, Mr. Zhao Kuang's foreign wife and two mixed-race children, and a few people who were taught by Mr. Zhao Lishi. Although they are not as famous as Lin Qiumo in the art world, they are still famous. several students.

The most embarrassing thing here is that Ye Xingyi, who has nothing to do with her, was brought by Jiang Li. In order to seize this opportunity, she, who has always been thin-skinned, also shamelessly sat down.

As soon as Mr. Zhao Lishi entered the box, everyone stood up and said hello to him.

The old man also shook hands very friendly one by one, and arrived at Jiang Li.

After Jiang Li said hello to the old man, he pulled Ye Xingyi beside him and said, "Old Zhao, this is my friend Ye Xingyi."

Ye Xingyi also quickly reached out his hand, bent down and said respectfully, "Hi, I'm Ye Xingyi."

Zhao Lishi only glanced at Ye Xingyi, and left without saying a word, leaving Ye Xingyi stretching his hands and looking at his waist, looking obsequious and embarrassed, and everyone else's eyes were on her.

Ye Xingyi's face was burning hot, and he really wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

Jiang Li helped Ye Xingyi stand up straight, and at the same time gave those who were staring at him a warning look.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. I'm used to his weird temper. You'll know when you get to know him later. Don't take it to heart!" She comforted in a low voice.

"I see." Ye Xingyi forced himself to smile.

Out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see Lin Qiumo looking at her, but when she went to confirm, Lin Qiumo also looked away, lowered her head and said something to Mr. Zhao Lishi who was sitting next to him.

Old Mr. Zhao Lishi glanced at her again, but still didn't stay long.

Everyone used the lunch very restrainedly. At the end of the day, the students of the old gentleman brought out their paintings one after another, and took the opportunity to let the old gentleman give some pointers. Encouraged by Jiang Lian.

Ye Xingyi also held his own painting and stood outside the crowd.

When it was finally her turn, she trembled with fear, dared not speak, and could not even tear off the sealed paper.

It was Jiang Li who came to help and showed it to Mr. Li.

This time Mr. Zhao Lishi took a few more glances, but he still didn't say anything, instead he gave Jiang Li a glare.

Jiang Li said confidently: "Students cherish talents. If there are good seedlings, remember you, teacher. You can see how kind I am to you! Besides this painting, you can ask the brothers present if they are very wise!"

Not to mention how Ye Xingyi's painting was, the other students who had been taught by Mr. Zhao Lishi all nodded in agreement for Jiang Lishi's sake.

The old Mr. Zhao Lishi put on a tiger face and said: "You are the one who has a lot of things!"

Jiang Li stuck out her tongue mischievously.

Although Zhao Lishi didn't have any satisfied expression on his face, fortunately he looked at the painting a few more times.He also admitted in his heart that Ye Xingyi had the wisdom root of Chinese painting, but it was not so easy to be his apprentice.

He had taught thousands if not tens of thousands of students, and everyone only dared to respect him and call him teacher. There were only two people who were actually accepted as closed disciples by him and called him master.

It's not that easy to let him accept his apprentice based on a few good words and a fairly innovative painting.

Zhao Lishi didn't look at Ye Xingyi this time, and said to Lin Qiumo beside him, "Qiumo, help me go back."

"Yes, master!" Lin Qiumo replied respectfully, and then wrapped his hands around the old man's arms.

Before going out, he couldn't help but glanced back at Ye Xingyi. The little girl looked shocked, and her usually clear and moving glass eyes were stained with mist.

"Am I hopeless?" Ye Xingyi looked at the back of Mr. Zhao Lishi leaving, his spirits were very low.

Jiang Li hesitated for a moment, but reached out and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "It's up to people."

Ye Xingyi nodded and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

In Lin Qiumo's Bentley.

Lin Qiumo glanced at the master who was sitting in the back seat with closed eyes through the rearview mirror, and asked, "Master, is she not good at drawing?"

Mr. Zhao Lishi opened his eyes when he heard the words, and his eyes suddenly became bright.

He asked: "What? You also want to speak for her? What kind of background does that little girl have to make you and Jiang Li come to talk to me!"

Lin Qiumo hurriedly explained: "Master, where are you going? That girl has no background at all. We only recommended her to you because she has a talent for convenience."

The master hates being in a relationship the most, Lin Qiumo knows this best, but Jiang Li does not recommend it, and Ye Xingyi has no way to approach the master, which is also his current dilemma.

The more he spoke for Ye Xingyi, the more disgusted Master became, which ran counter to their original intention.

"Huh!" Zhao Lishi snorted coldly, and said bluntly: "Jiang Li has a heart of cherishing talent, I can believe it for now. But you, you kid, the way you look at other girls is not the case at all. I am old, But I'm not blind!"