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"how can that be."

Xu Qing denied it without even thinking about it. She looked at the painting next to her, "The one he painted should be an imaginary woman... isn't it?"

After Xu Qing asked, she sensed something was wrong, and looked sideways at Wen Chengyu.

Wen Chengyu raised his eyebrows lightly and admitted directly.

"I never said that what I painted was an imaginary woman, but I painted it after you."

Xia Ruxi seemed like a good student who got the answer right, "Look, I'm right!"

She had just finished complacent, and seeing He Yufeng's half-smiling eyes, Xia Ruxi slowly remembered what the name of Wen Chengyu's series of paintings was.

"the-angel" (that angel)

Because her elective teacher especially admired this group of paintings, she mentioned the industry's evaluation of this series of paintings.

No matter whether it is guessed whether there are one or ten women in the painting, whether they are imagined or real.

The only constant is that critics believe that this series of paintings embodies love.

Thinking of this special meaning, Xia Ruxi looked back and forth between Xu Qing and Wen Chengyu in surprise.

The next moment, Wen Chengyu explained with a light smile.

"I started painting this painting ten years ago. At that time, I didn't have any models around me, so I used you. What? Do you want to charge me for my portrait?"

Ten years ago, that was when he was 15 years old and Xu Qing was ten years old.

Xu Qing recalled that time, there was indeed no one around Wen Chengyu.

Unlike Xu Qing who went to school every day, Wen Chengyu had finished his cultural classes long ago. After receiving his high school diploma and holding the admission letter from the Art Academy, he didn't go to school, but painted three paintings at home. Years of painting, it was reported to the top art academy in China.

During that time, every time Xu Qing returned to the tea room after school, he could always see Wen Chengyu sitting in the corner of the yard facing the easel.

"You don't need the portrait fee. How can a great painter lack models? It must be you trying to save trouble."

After Xu Qing finished speaking, she took the canvas bag signed by Wen Chengyu from his hand, and stuffed it into Xia Ruxi's hand next to her.

"Go, since you like the painting "Stars" the most, you haven't gone there yet."

As she spoke, she pulled Xia Ruxi to the front of "Stars", which had the most people.

Xia Ruxi stood in front of the painting, looked at it for a while, and listened to Wen Chengyu's introduction.

But it was as if she was listening to the wind. Looking at this painting, she felt that the affection in the painting was almost oozing out of the paper.

The teacher of Xia Ruxi's elective courses is also a well-known painter in China.The teacher said that the more you hide your thoughts about creation, the harder it is to hide, because all the thoughts of the creator will be displayed in front of the world through the works.

What's more, the painting in front of him didn't even hide his feelings for the girl in the painting.

If you don't really like it, how can the strokes be so tender, every stroke is telling the unspeakable emotion.

Just when she was in a daze, the phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly.

The sudden shock shocked Xia Ruxi.

She quickly took out her phone, glanced at the name of the contact person on it, a look of strangeness flashed in her eyes, but she still picked it up.

"Hello? Wait, speak slowly, what's wrong at home?"

Although Xia Ruxi went to the side to answer the phone, Xu Qing could still hear her voice.

"...Grandma is unconscious? Isn't her body getting better? How could it suddenly... a woman came to the house, why didn't I know?"

"What's it called... Nangong? Is it the double surname or just Nangong?"

Hearing this name, Xu Qing and Wen Chengyu looked at each other subconsciously.

There are not many imperial capitals named Nangong.

Is it...

"Nangongzhen? Who is she, why have I never heard of it?"

Xia Ruxi's words confirmed the guesses of Xu Qing and Wen Chengyu.

It really is Master Ninth!Master Ninth is at Xia's house now?

Master Jiu doesn't like to go out to socialize. There is only one reason for her to go out...

Xu Qing's eyes flickered slightly.

Xia Ruxi hung up the phone and came over, "Sorry, something happened suddenly at home, I'm afraid I have to go back first."

To her surprise, Xu Qing and Wen Chengyu said almost at the same time: "I'll go too."

Xia Ruxi regarded Xu Qing as a friend, although it was a bit strange for her to make this request, Xia Ruxi didn't take it too seriously.

It can be heard that Cheng Yu said this, it is really strange.

She likes his works, what is Wen Chengyu like?Fan feedback?

Xia Ruxi was a little inexplicable, but since the other party said so, she couldn't refuse.

"If you have time, I don't mind."

Wen Chengyu nodded, then turned to greet the organizer.

When Xia Ruxi contacted the driver with her mobile phone, she felt a hand gently resting on her shoulder.

When she raised her head, she bumped into He Yufeng's warm eyes.

"Is the old lady not in good health? Let me go and visit together."

It was obviously the same as what Xu Qing and Wen Chengyu said just now, but in her ears, Xia Ruxi's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat as if a drum sounded suddenly.

Even though it was dark all around, Xia Ruxi still didn't dare to look at He Yufeng, and hastily averted her gaze.

"......it is good."

The dim environment concealed the red tips of her ears.

Seeing Xia Ruxi like this, He Yufeng felt an inexplicable satisfaction in his heart.

After meeting at the event today, she paid too much attention to others, and He Yufeng thought she didn't like him anymore.

Unexpectedly, this is a slow-moving person. After working together for so long, I only noticed him a little bit.

The words are like jumping beans, and the thin skin is more sensitive than a thermometer.

He Yufeng thought to himself.

Although he regards liking as useless, Xia Ruxi's liking inexplicably makes him a little concerned.

It's like seeing a child give you what he thinks is the most precious thing, maybe glass beads or origami flowers.

No real value, but something interesting.

He can not accept her liking, but she can't stop liking him.

This vague thought flashed through He Yufeng's mind, and he didn't stay for long, as if this matter, like other things, was a small episode that he didn't need to care about.

After teasing, it's over.