be late

·

Shu Yubai's painting started shooting at 9:00 p.m.

"Aunt Zhang?"

Nan Xue got up from the bed, went downstairs, saw Aunt Zhang who was packing up the sundries, and asked in a low voice, "What's your ID number?"

She lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that her father would hear her - her father had gone to work on the third floor, and this person could neither see nor hear when he was working, Nan Xue didn't have to be so nervous and careful.What is she going to do?

"What's the matter, little girl?"

Aunt Zhang put down the broom and sat on the small stool beside her, seeing the anxiety in Nan Xue's expression.

Usually she is quite a quiet child, her temperament can even be said to be indifferent, she is seldom emotional, and she seldom sees why she is in a hurry.

What could be the matter?

"I want to register an account."

Aunt Zhang didn't understand these things, but she also believed that Nanxue would not use them for anything bad, so she reported them.

When Nan Xue was typing on the screen, she just looked at it, and the two checked it again and again. Nan Xue felt relieved and went upstairs.

"Go slowly."

Aunt Zhang sat there, looking at her tall back and smiling.

Nan Xue opened her notebook, sat there, tapped her thin white fingers, and registered an account with her ID number.She opened two identical webpages, logged in to different accounts, and sat there quietly waiting.

A gust of cold wind hit, sandwiching the cold air in the icy and snowy world outside, it was a bit freezing.

Nan Xue got up and pushed the door on the balcony.

Outside is a viewing platform, paved with a thin layer of circulating water, which has not yet frozen in winter. Snow has fallen on a small glass table, and there are a few books on it. It is estimated that her father is reading the books there.

Nan Xue turned her gaze back to the screen.

The filming started.

the other side.

"Mom, what's going on?"

Shu Yubai was sitting on the sofa in the living room with her computer in her arms, her mother was watching TV on the side, and she turned her head when she heard the sound: "What's wrong?"

"It's a little weird."

Shu Yubai turned the screen to show her, and said, "My paintings shouldn't be worth such a high price."

She pulled up her long hair and fixed it with a hairpin. Her white and slender neck was slightly hanging down. She stared intently at the constantly rising numbers on the screen, full of doubts—two people were bidding against each other.

The bidding time interval is 5 minutes, and within 5 minutes, if there is no bid increase, the price will be settled.

At first there were still four or five people taking pictures together, but after a while, the price was raised a little bit, and there were only three people left; after that, the price was already unbelievably high.

There are only two people left.

Shu Yubai frowned, and asked: "What should I do, the current auction price is more expensive than my tutor's."

"What's wrong with that?"

Li Nian looked at the numbers on the screen and said, "Could it be because you just won a silver award and others think you have investment potential?"

"Not really."

Shu Yubai sighed softly, thinking to himself, maybe two people with a lot of money and nowhere to spend are competing with each other.

So, another half an hour passed.

Finally stopped.

Only then did Shu Yubai's tense back slowly relax.

She went back to the room, thought about it, was still uneasy, and contacted customer service.

Taking pictures of their own paintings on the platform, many painters will do this, and some are even keen on hype, and will deliberately hire people to raise the price of paintings to fool laymen.

But she can't do this kind of thing.

Shu Yubai: Hello, is there any contact information for the buyer?

Shu Yubai: There are some problems with the price, and the buyer needs to be contacted separately.

After a while, the customer service replied to her: I'm sorry, miss, the buyer's information is kept confidential on this website, and the other party's privacy needs to be protected.

Confidential?

Shu Yubai lay on the chair, thinking, it is impossible to ask the platform to lower the price. After all, the commission price they charge is based on the auction price. The higher the auction price, the higher the commission, and the chance to make money. It will not be let go in vain.

She thought about it, and then asked the customer service: Then, if the buyer is willing to provide contact information after contacting the buyer?

Customer Service: This situation is allowed.

After 1 minute, the customer service sent the buyer's information.

It's an old lady in her 50s.

Shu Yubai hesitated for a moment, then added the other party's WeChat according to the phone number.

The head portrait is all white, and there is no reason for it.

After a while, the friend verification passed.

Shu Yubai looked at the dialog box, his fingertips trembled, and sent her a cute emoji.

After a long time, the other party did not reply.

Shu Yubai thought, it might be that the elderly don't use their mobile phones very much, so they went to bed first.

Keep your spirits up, and you have to visit your mentor the next day.

On the other side, Nan Xue looked at the friends added by the trumpet.

——At the time of registering an account, she took Aunt Zhang's ID card, but her mobile phone number used another mobile phone number that she didn't use very often.

She propped her chin, looked at the cute kitten on the screen, and fell into deep thought.

·

The next day, morning.

"teacher?"

Shu Yubai lightly knocked on the studio door.

The studio is on the side of the road, and there are tall sycamores along the road. In winter, there are no green leaves, only light-colored trunks and branches pointing to the blue sky. The black asphalt road seems slightly wet. This generation is close to several scenic spots by the lake and is very clean.

Shu Yubai looked at the plaque hanging at the door, with copper green characters.

It's still early in the morning and there aren't many people on the road.

She made an appointment with the teacher to meet now.

"Morning, Xiaoshu."

A woman opened the door and looked at her with a smile.

The tutor is Su Hanting, who is not very old, and his two children are only in elementary school.

She was wearing a moon-white long cheongsam. She was not tall, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She spoke softly and softly.

"Teacher, long time no see."

Shu Yubai smiled lightly, and handed over the basket of fruit he bought. The instructor saw it and thanked him repeatedly.

Su Hanting's studio is carefully arranged. There is a small pool led by a canal at the entrance, which is shallow, and there are small blue fish swimming slowly.Hanging on the wall are her collection of paintings, as well as the works she is satisfied with, which is more like a small exhibition hall than a studio.

The first floor is full of paintings, Su Hanting led her up to the second floor.

"sit."

A generous table is spread with rice paper, and paint dishes are stacked in front of it.

It's a bit more chaotic here than downstairs, there are practiced paintings everywhere, the light fragrance of paint and rice paper spreads in the air, the taste is light and light, very soothing.

There is also a student at Su Hanting's place who is quietly painting. She introduced her to be a relative's niece who is still young and wants to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts.

Seeing her coming, the little girl raised her eyes and gave her a shy smile.

"Come."

The instructor helped her lay out the drawing paper, and went straight to the point: "Let me draw first."

Impromptu?

I wanted to show her the works that were in the exhibition before, but now I don't know what to do.

She was worried that she couldn't stand the tingling wrist from time to time. After a year, if the mentor knew about her hand, she might think that she would be useless from now on.

Shu Yubai was a little nervous for a moment, his heart was pounding, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

She picked up the pen, turned her head, and asked softly, "What are you drawing?"

Su Hanting thought for a while and said, "Don't draw too complicated ones, just draw a wild duck."

Her request was just to see how her students' basic skills were doing.When she was with Shu Yubai in the past, she liked this student very much, and she took her to stay up late to paint. When she was studying, she entered many exhibitions that elderly people could not enter.

He also won many gold awards.

But after graduation, I seldom heard from her.

Su Hanting was also surprised, thinking that she was married and had a child. Many women are like this. Once they get married and have children, their careers will be abandoned.

After graduation, there is far less time for painting than when I was a student.

There are many people whose basic skills have declined.

She stared closely at the tip of Shu Yubai's pen.

Shu Yubai's fingertips trembled, and there was no sudden tingling pain at this moment.

When she wrote, a small black spot appeared on the soft rice paper, followed by round and elastic lines. The tip of the Langhao pen soaked the thin paper and slid back gently.Already the lines are pretty good.

Duck's beak, eyes, feathers.

Fluffy feathers, and stiff black tail feathers.

Then there are broad feet.

Su Hanting watched carefully. At this time, the little girl who was drawing also came to watch.

Shu Yu's white hand trembled violently, and the brush fell off again.

A black pause ruined the whole painting.

"what happened?"

Su Hanting frowned: "Is your condition not very good?"

Shu Yubai has tried his best to draw the lines well, and his performance this time is already at his peak these days.

She has come up with housekeeping skills.

"The line is a bit impetuous, and the weight of the pen is not reflected. The feather should be fluffy, but it's not so solid. You are too heavy. Also, what's the matter with the last point?"

Su Hanting people are like this.

Looking gentle and gentle, when criticizing students, he is merciless.

She went on to say that she quickly scolded Shu Yubai for nothing.

Shu Yubai lowered his head, his face was a little pale, and his right hand kept shaking.

"What happened to your hand?"

Su Hanting looked at her.

"It's all right."

Shu Yubai hid it and pinched it gently with his left hand.

Su Hanting walked over, bent down, took a look at her right hand, and said with a smile, "I'll tell you if I'm not feeling well, what are you doing so nervous, the teacher doesn't know how to eat people."

Shu Yu Baizang couldn't hide it anymore, so he simply said it.Su Hanting didn't have much expression on her face, she was just a little surprised, and then suddenly realized, she thought to herself, she lost her voice after graduation, and it turned out that her hand was broken.

That's all right.

If the heart is still here, everything will be easy to handle.

The trouble is that the mind is broken.

"Is this good?"

Su Hanting looked at her and said softly: "Anyway, you have also learned western painting, so you don't have to be so persistent. The previous advantages are gone, and it's just convenient for you to explore new fields."

She reached for the phone on the table, turned on the screen, and searched for a while.

"Hey, why don't you learn from my teacher."

"Follow him, on the right way."

"I told him in advance that you can visit him when the time comes."

She dialed the phone, chatted politely with the teacher there, and explained Shu Yubai's situation clearly, and then hung up the phone with thanks.

"I've talked to him."

Su Hanting said: "You should visit on Sunday. He happened to be here during this period of time, and he might leave after a while."

Shu Yubai was a little flattered, she thanked her repeatedly, and only remembered after a while.

"Then, what is the name of the teacher's teacher?"

Su Hanting smiled: "His surname is Ying, and his name is Ying Ran. You can call him Teacher Ying."

Shu Yubai: "..."

Su Hanting looked at her suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

·

After leaving the studio, Shu Yubai stood by the side of the road.

In the morning, the weather was fine, the snow in the grass on the side of the road was still a little unmelted, and there was a bit of coldness in the air.

It's close to home, and I didn't drive when I came in the morning.

A taxi drove across the asphalt road, Shu Yubai waved, the car stopped, and she got into the car.

It was warm in the car, there was a damp mist on the windows, and it was white outside.She turned on the phone, and a few unread messages popped up on the screen. The old lady who took the painting at a high price last night replied to her.

Shu Yubai was a little curious, the corners of his lips curved, and he glanced at it.

After a day.

The man replied her with an emoji that was also soft and coquettish.

He also said, "Hi, Miss."

Shu Yubai trembled when he saw it.

Shu Yubai: Hello.

Shu Yubai: The price of last night's painting was too high, and my painting is not worth that much money.

Shu Yubai: How about I return the money to you, and you return the painting to me.

This time, there was a second reply: I think it's worth it.

He also said: I like your paintings very much. Even if it is not worth it now, it will be worth it in the future.

Shu Yubai's thin white fingers trembled, he didn't know what to say, and the tip of his nose felt a little sour.

After a while, she asked: What is your name?

Over there: My name is Zhang.

Shu Yubai: According to the information sent by customer service, you are 50 years old.

Shu Yubai: Can I call you Aunt Zhang?

There was silence for a long time.

After a while, I said: Sorry, Miss Sister, you made a mistake.

Over there: I am her granddaughter.

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