Fake is true

The training days are very intensive, dense like an airtight net cage above the head, and the rest days are rare and easy.

When Yan Fangsheng typed out the navigation, he suggested asking Mu Zhou if he wanted to go out to eat.

"It will be all right."

"Chinese food or Western food?"

"You can eat it all." Mu Zhou put on his seat belt and held his schoolbag in his arms.

Yan Fangsheng turned to look at him with thin eyelids, as if he felt that his answer was too perfunctory.

"I can really do it." Mu Zhou hastily explained.

Accompanying people to eat generally needs to confirm two points, one point is what to eat, and the other point is who to accompany.

After confirming that the person is Yan Fangsheng, what to eat is not very important.

Yan Fangsheng didn't continue to embarrass him, but glanced at his student's angry posture, and said, "You can put your schoolbag at the back."

"not heavy."

Probably because he felt that he would get similar answers to any questions he asked, so Yan Fangsheng decided on the place for dinner alone. He clicked on the navigation and entered the name, and Mu Zhou saw that the place he entered was a Thai seafood hot pot restaurant.

After driving the car out, Yan Fang asked, "Is the teacher teaching well?"

"pretty good."

Mu Zhou has studied systematically since he was a child, and he basically understands the theoretical knowledge taught in the class. Drawing mainly depends on his pen skills.

Speaking of this, Mu Zhou regained his energy. He turned his body sideways, looked at Yan Fangsheng, and asked, "Brother, can you help me change the painting this weekend?"

"painting?"

"Yeah." Mu Zhou opened his schoolbag: "I brought two back, and I'm not very satisfied..."

Mu Zhou was frightened when he made up nonsense, he licked his tongue and paused before finishing.

He actually took the two most satisfying paintings.

"A sketch?"

"One sketch and one color."

"Why don't you ask the teacher to help you take a look."

"Teacher, he... is too busy."

After a long silence, Yan Fangsheng nodded, "Well, I'll watch it for you tonight."

"it is good!"

Always looking forward to the evening, Mu Zhou wanted to speed up when eating.

But when he saw Yan Fangsheng sitting across from him, chewing at a constant speed, Mu Zhou's impetuous heart sank again.

"Brother, are you busy recently?"

Mu Zhou guessed from seeing Zheng Changfa's circle of friends.

As an unscrupulous capitalist who has been spying on other people's circle of friends for a long time, Zheng Chang also likes to post news very much. Recently, Mu Zhou is almost going to set him as a special attention, because the shadow of Yan Fangsheng can always be found in Zheng Chang's news.

The pictures taken are often in the company, and Yan Fangsheng occasionally acts as a background board.

"It's okay." Yan Fangsheng took a wet towel to wipe his hands.

When he looked up, under the bright light, Mu Zhou suddenly saw the blue shadow in front of Yan Fangsheng's eyes.

After a flash, Yan Fangsheng lowered his head again.

Mu Zhou suddenly stopped looking forward to the evening.

Yan Fangsheng picked him up back and forth, took him to dinner, and helped him look at the paintings when he returned home at night, and probably had to deal with work.

Mu Zhou poked the shrimp in the bowl back and forth with his chopsticks, "Brother, don't look at the paintings tonight."

"Ok?"

"Don't worry...Anyway, there are still two days."

"I have time in the evening." Yan Fangsheng put down his chopsticks.

"But you need to rest."

Mu Zhou almost never looked for Yan Fangsheng at night, he always felt that his news would disturb Yan Fangsheng's sleep quality.

"I have rest."

I still looked at the painting, the painting was clamped on the board, and the light in the small studio was turned on to the brightest.

As usual, Mu Zhou moved a small stool and sat beside Yan Fangsheng, watching him write.

"No problem, just pay attention to the reality."

"Ah."

Next to Yan Fangsheng, he was in a state of mind.

"Emphasis on the main object, let it stand out."

"Ah."

He restrained himself from leaning on Yan Fangsheng.

"The color...can be a little grayer, I like it in the entrance exam."

"Ah."

The scent on Yan Fangsheng's body changed.

"Others are fine."

"Ah."

I found that when Yan Fangsheng sat down, his suit pants were stretched, and he didn't know if it was tight or not.

"Are you distracted?"

"what?"

Mu Zhou's whole body trembled, he stood up and quickly said, "No!"

The more nervous, the more problematic, Mu Zhou realized that he was overreacting, so he swallowed to relieve his panic.

"sit down."

"Oh."

Mu Zhou sat back on the stool.

"Repeat what I just said." Yan Fangsheng said while taking off his coat.

"Oh, pay attention to the truth."

"Ah."

"...emphasizes the subject."

"Ah."

Mu Zhou scratched his head, unable to repeat.

"Color." Yan Fang reminded.

Mu Zhou answered suspiciously, "Okay?"

Yan Fang laughed.

"I remember the words of praise, right?"

Mu Zhou blushed.

"The color is a bit grayer. Each school has different requirements for the school exam, so it doesn't count. The color is a bit grayer for the joint exam, and the marking teacher likes it."

"I remember." Mu Zhou hadn't recovered from his embarrassment.

So embarrassing.

Yan Fangsheng hung his suit jacket behind the easel, and said gracefully, "Tell me, what were you thinking just now?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Fangsheng would not let this go, Mu Zhou choked up again.

I can never say I miss you.

What was that like.

"I'm thinking..." Eyes rolled around, Mu Zhou caught a glimpse of the piano in the corner, "I'm thinking about the piano."

"piano?"

"Yeah!" After finding a reasonable reason, Mu Zhou gained confidence, "Brother, can you play the piano?"

"Otherwise, why did you buy it?" Yan Fangsheng rested his back on the chair, turning his pen in a relaxed manner.

"I also learned it when I was a child, and only learned it for two days."

"do not like?"

Mu Zhou shook his head, "The teacher said that my hands are not wide enough, too small, and not flexible enough."

"Let me have a look."

Mu Zhou stretched out his hand obediently.

"Stand up."

Mu Zhou raised his hand, puzzled.

Yan Fangsheng put down the charcoal pencil, stretched out his right hand, and stuck it tightly to Mu Zhou's palm.

Caught off guard, Mu Zhou froze.

"It's really not big." After taking a look, Yan Fangsheng came to a conclusion.

Yan Fangsheng withdrew his hand, but Mu Zhou's brain suddenly short-circuited, blocking the opponent's retreat, and gently and urgently grabbed Yan Fangsheng's fingertips.

The moment Mu Zhou caught it, his whole body started to sound the alarm.

How round how round!

What should I say!

Don't be speechless!Open your mouth!

His throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, his facial features were closed, only his eyes were still alive, and he could fully see Yan Fangsheng's expression.

The screen is straight, Mu Zhou guessed that about three or four seconds passed, Yan Fang asked, "Not convinced?"

"...Huh?" Mu Zhou was finally able to speak.

"Playing the piano really depends on the size of your hands." Yan Fang quietly withdrew his hands and got up, walked to the corner and pulled off the cover on the piano.

His hands were empty, and Mu Zhou's eyes closely followed him.

Yan Fangsheng sat on the piano bench, "Learn a bit."

He straightened his shoulders, bowed his head intently, and the first note floated out, making Mu Zhou's hands itchy.

want to take pictures.

I want to take a souvenir.

After watching a few videos over and over again, it's time to update them.