be late

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"How?"

In the silence, Shu Yubai was sitting and Nan Xue was standing.Shu Yubai lowered his head and took small sips of water, looking at her in a mist of hot steam.

The slender eyelashes are moist.

very moving.

"..."

Nan Xue didn't answer, the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat.

Shu Yubai looked at her and smiled, got up, looked at the puppy's ceramic food bowl, fed it, and then went to the kitchen to do nothing, there was a tinkling sound, followed by the sound of splashing water.

On a snowy night, the air is chilly, vehicles pass by on the silent road, lampposts shine on the windows, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the eaves.

The puppy came over and played by biting Nanxue's trousers.

Nan Xue sat on the sofa, watching her back.The man's waist was as thin as a willow branch, and it swayed like this, it swayed to the bottom of people's hearts.Nan Xue supported her chin with her thin white fingers, thinking to herself, are you so gentle and close to others?

Do the same to others

Shu Yubai came out, shook the water off his hands, and happened to meet her eyes.

Her eyes were clean and soft, like the water in the south of the Yangtze River, with a unique lingering charm. Nan Xue and her looked at each other for a moment, then moved away.There is a slight heat in the ears, and it seems that her breathing is still there.

"Do you want to eat?"

Shu Yubai held a plate of blue grapes, cleaned them, held one with his fingertips, and pressed it against her lips.

Nan Xue's black and white eyes turned to her.

The cherry lips parted slightly, and the tip of the tongue rolled over slightly, Shu Yubai's heart felt hot, the tip of the tongue gently licked her fingertips, it was soft and hot.

She subconsciously went to look at Nan Xue, who happened to be looking at her, and their eyes collided lightly.

Nan Xue stood up suddenly.

The window was opened a slit, and the wind and snow rolled in.

The jet-black hair was lifted up, and there were small and shiny earlobes hidden inside, which were as hot as ruby.

She didn't look at Shu Yubai, and suddenly became angry again, and said in a cold and blunt tone: "I... go to sleep first."

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After resigning, there is still about a month before I can officially resign.Even so, the company assigned her less work than others, so Shu Yubai was much freer.

Resigning is equivalent to losing a stable source of life.

We can only start preparing for the next exhibition.

If a painter wants to be famous, it is indispensable to enter the exhibition.

But everything is at a loss.

She thought of Xiao Yi.

On the second day, Shu Yubai glanced at his phone, followed the navigation, and found the location of the studio.

This is a tourist area, and there is a lake at the foot of the snow-covered mountain, which has already frozen over at this moment.Tourists carry SLRs and take pictures on the wooden bridge in the middle of the lake.The black wild duck raised by the farmer waddled for a walk in the snow, and there was more vitality in the silence.

By the lake is a homestay covered with withered ivy.

Several are youth hostels.

There are also other courtyards repaired by local people.

Shu Yubai stood outside the buildings with white walls and black tiles, looking down at the screen.

Xiao Yi sent her a message:

- "I asked Dongling to come pick you up."

Shu Yubai replied to her:

- "Well, thanks."

After a while, a girl with short short hair was standing at the end of the gravel road.

The girl is very young, not tall, with a white turtleneck sweater, a beige plaid skirt, short shoulder-length hair, bright eyes when she smiles, bright red lips, and a childish look.

She looked at Shu Yubai, laughed, and then waved: "Sister Yubai."

The wind picked up, and the face was a little icy. She covered her cheek with her hand and trotted over.

"What happened to your arm?" Shu Yubai asked softly.

The girl rolled her sleeves, her white arms were covered with paint, green and white, stained everywhere.

"I was just painting."

She smiled apologetically: "I accidentally got dirty."

"Go back and wash it."

Shu Yubai gently helped her tug on her raised collar, and said, "Go back quickly, it's very cold."

The girl is Xiao Yi's studio assistant, named Dong Ling, an undergraduate student, she paints with Xiao Yi in her spare time and does some chores for her.When I was in graduate school, many postgraduate students would take art exams. Dong Ling was Xiao Yi's college entrance examination candidate. She was admitted to the oil painting department of the Academy of Fine Arts with the first grade in professional courses.

Quite a spirited little girl.

A gust of wind blew up her hair, Shu Yubai smiled lightly and helped her straighten it out.

Dong Ling looked up at her, her eyes were bright:

"Sister Yubai, is your hand feeling better?"

"Well, much better."

"That's good." Dong Ling said, "I heard from the teacher that you plan to start painting again?"

Shu Yubai thought for a while: "It is."

"Then, come on!"

She laughed again, and said seriously: "I used to like your paintings very much."

Shu Yubai looked at her and only smiled.

The scenery in this area is beautiful, and there are often painters who come to sketch.Shu Yubai looked at the antique buildings at the foot of the mountain. In a snowy day, the black tiles were covered with snowflakes, and the eaves were covered with crystal clear icicles, reflecting the light under the sun.

Walking through courtyards of different styles, Dongling's snow boots stopped.

"arrive."

Xiao Yi's studio is not big, with a stone wall outside, a wooden plaque under the eaves is engraved with blue characters, the light is dim, it is difficult to see clearly.The two paper lanterns lit up with an orange twilight, and Dong Ling pushed open the door with a squeak.

The yard was well-kept. A woman bent over and was sweeping the snow-covered bluestone road.

"Aunt Xu."

Dong Ling said hello, the woman raised her head and smiled at Dong Ling.

Shu Yubai followed Dongling all the way inside and entered the house.

Refined and clean style.

The first floor is the living room. On the tea table, the lid of the purple sand pot is put aside, steaming.

Dong Ling led her upstairs, and said, "The teacher is teaching people."

There are generally two sources of income for painters, one is selling paintings; the other is teaching.

Even if there is no shortage of money, many painters like to expand their fame through teaching.

Those who sign up for the class are usually colleagues with insufficient drawing skills, or students majoring in art.

On the second floor, Dong Ling gently knocked on the door, and a nice female voice inside said: "Please come in." She opened the door, Xiao Yi was having a class with a group of students, and was drawing demonstrations, seeing them come in, he raised his head in his busy schedule.

The students forming a circle inside also looked over.

Several people met each other, Xiao Yi smiled at her.

Then I introduced to the students: "This young lady with long hair is from my class, and she draws better than me."

A group of students turned to look at her, their eyes shining.

Someone joked quietly: "Is it the teacher's girlfriend?"

Shu Yubai happened to enter the door, dressed in wind and frost, with downcast eyes, and a plain face in waist-length hair, with an indescribably gentle and charming temperament.She didn't hear the joke clearly, but Xiao Yi heard it, and he was not annoyed, and said solemnly: "No. I really want to."

Dong Ling was embarrassed, so she closed the door and took her to another room.

"The teacher usually draws works here."

The door creaked open, and Shu Yubai looked around.There is a small white window, a square wooden table under the window, unfinished line drafts are padded on the felt, a thin layer of cicada wings, through which the light shines, trembling and curling up a corner in the breeze.

Xiao Yi's notebook was put aside, the screen was on but not off.

Shu Yubai pinched a corner of the rice paper and stared intently.

"The teacher drew it." Dong Ling smiled, her tone of admiration was vague: "What a wonderful painting."

"Yeah." Shu Yubai gently put it back again, and said, "Is she still focusing on Song paintings?"

"Yes. Where's Miss Yubai?"

"I've tried them all." Shu Yubai said softly, "I like them all."

"Then why did you choose oil painting?" Dong Ling asked her, "The teacher said that your strength is not western painting."

"..."

Shu Yubai paused for a long time before explaining slowly:

"I'm not good at hand, it's too detailed, I can't draw anymore."

Song paintings pay attention to lines, and the feathers of birds, the outline of plum blossoms, or the gently fluttering snow all rely on the sensitivity of the wrist and fingers to complete.

Shu Yubai has been exposed to both oil painting and Chinese painting. When she was young, her mother taught her to copy from the mustard seed garden. When she grew up, she wanted to choose a major. Instead, because of aesthetic fatigue, she became more interested in Western painting. She studied in the Academy of Fine Arts for four years. Majoring in oil painting, I switched back when I was in graduate school and started my old job.

today's style

People who like her praise her, saying that she has the feeling of Lin Fengmian;

Those who don't like it are derogatory, saying that she ruined the two paintings together.

What I am best at, but I can't draw anymore.

Dong Ling looked at her with sympathy for a moment.

She poured tea for Shu Yubai and asked her to rest inside, while she gently closed the door and went downstairs.

The mountains outside the window are like blue jewels covered with snow.

A silence.

Flipping the rice paper lightly, seeing the familiar liner, she couldn't help but sit down, pinching Banzhu Langhao with one hand, exerting light force, but the bones of her hand felt a tingling pain, her fingertips trembled, and the brush fell off.

A black dot on the paper.

Shu Yubai froze for a moment, with self-mockery in his eyes.

The light green tea was still steaming, she only glanced at it, opened the door, and walked down the stairs.

Dong Ling was drawing on the wooden table at the entrance on the first floor.

She lowered her head, her black hair swirled, and looked very serious and focused.

"Sister Yubai, can you take a look for me?"

Dong Ling held her sketchbook.

She walked over, read it again carefully, and said: "I brought back the pencil sketch for sketching, I have to adjust it myself first." Shu Yubai's long hair brushed her cheek lightly, a little itchy, Dong Ling's sideways eyes , seeing her sitting short next to him, holding an eraser, erasing the draft, and holding a pencil to correct it for her, whispering softly: "Pay attention to the density, leave blank."

Hair has a light fragrance.

She dazed slightly.

It seems that there are people who are always like a cup of warm tea.

"Sister," Dong Ling's eyes fell on her right hand with concern: "Does your hand hurt? It seemed to be shaking just now."

"Huh?" Shu Yubai raised his eyes, not knowing that she was so careful, he just shook his head, his brows and eyes soft: "It's okay, it's not serious."

Dong Ling lowered her head and continued to draw, then raised her head and asked, "Is this okay?"

Shu Yubai looked dissatisfied, so he lowered his head, wrapped her hand gently with his right hand, and led her to draw.

"In this way, there is a weight in writing."

Her long hair covered half of her face, her voice was soft and pleasant.

Dong Ling glanced at her, her cheeks were slightly hot.