are you a cat

The training camp is actually very torturous.

Especially in places like Sifang Studio, which focuses on training students from art colleges, people who have won national awards, well-known painters on the Internet, or people who were born in an art family and have been familiar with art since childhood gather together.

They are better than each other, and they work harder than each other.

There are many people who stay up all night to paint all night, and some people even tear up and start over once they think that a certain part of the painting is a little bad.

Everyone squeezed and ran forward together, the rhythm was very tense.

The school starts classes at seven o'clock, but Yechen almost gets up before five o'clock every day to review cultural lessons and write test papers. In the evening, after evening class, he goes home and continues to do homework and exercises, because his goal is Central America. , The requirements for cultural achievements are not low, and he almost even spends the fragmented time of going to the toilet and walking to recite the questions.

Only when drawing every day, his earphones can play some other content.

Although he has automatically blocked the music in his ears because he is too focused on painting most of the time, he still develops the habit of listening to music while painting.

It can be regarded as a buffer for tired study.

At six o'clock in the morning, he finally finished his homework yesterday and put down his brush.

Yesterday's homework was to create a painting with the theme of "color". Today, the teacher has to comment on it. He has been negligent in inputting due to repeated life recently. This painting has been a bit hard, and he finally found inspiration in the middle of the night.

The classroom was empty, except for the messy easels, he was the only one.

Yechen squeezed his stiff neck, staring at the glaring incandescent lights on the ceiling in a daze.The band's performance in the earphones continued, and the familiar strings made his tense nerves relax for a moment.

He went downstairs to the vending machine and bought a can of coffee.

The temperature has dropped a lot recently, and the cold air outside made his chaotic brain clear after a night of sleep. He squeezed his coffee and pushed open the classroom door. There was a new classmate in the empty classroom.

Wen Xu sat in front of his easel with a steaming bun in his hand and a bag of milk in his mouth, looking at it seriously.

Hearing the movement, he poked his head out from behind the easel, his curly brown hair seemed to be bouncing in the air, and greeted him with a smile: "Morning."

"Morning." Ye Chen nodded in response.

Wen Xu gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun while sipping milk and returned the position to Ye Chen: "You draw well."

"Thank you." After being praised, Ye Chen didn't have any mood swings. He opened the tab of the can and took a sip of coffee.

There are no fixed seats in the studio, and Wen Xu usually finds the corner where he can touch fish, but today he sits directly next to Ye Chen.

"It seems like we haven't talked since you've been here?" Wen Xu said as he fiddled with the painting tools, "My name is Wen Xu."

Hearing this name, Ye Chen couldn't help but look at him more, and then said, "Ye Chen."

"I know." Wen Xu smiled, "I paid attention to you from the first day you came to the classroom."

If Yechen is a curious person, if you ask why, you will probably get a meaningful answer immediately because you are handsome.

The expected conversation didn't happen, and she smiled warmly, "Do you know me by looking at your eyes?"

Yechen: "Yes."

Wen Xu: "I see that you are so serious about painting every day, and you don't talk to people very much. I thought you didn't care about anything other than painting?"

Ye Chen is not an outgoing person, if others don't take the initiative to talk to him, he basically won't take the initiative to make friends.

This also caused him to come to the studio for so long, and he didn't say a few words with all the classmates in the class.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't care.

The teacher would comment on the homework every day, and the warmth impressed him very much.

The students here are all aiming at the Academy of Fine Arts, and the requirement for themselves is to see progress in every painting, but Wen Xu came to the training camp as if he was here for fun.

Come to the classroom on time every day, leave on time, and occasionally be absent. The teacher assigns homework every day, but he may not always hand in it every time, but as long as he does, he will definitely get No.1.

Painting seems to be a very easy thing for him.

He is one of the few [-]% talented players.

It was the first time to come so early like today.

But Ye Chen didn't care about the reason, he just answered Wen Xu why he knew him: "You draw very well."

Wen Xu chuckled and said, "You're not bad either."

"You're in the classroom so early, so you didn't paint this painting all night, did you?" He chatted with Yechen while arranging his painting materials, "I found out before that you use colors very well."

Ye Chen is really good at using color, he is very sensitive to color.

He is clear about his own advantages.

"You're not bad either." He used the drawing board to write the math test paper and returned.

Wen Xu said: "I am worse than you in the use of colors."

"Yechen," Wen Xu approached him, "Which school are you going to, Yangmei Qingmei?"

Of the nine major art academies in China, Wen Xu only mentioned the top three, and it can be seen from his attitude that he is dismissive of the rest of the art academies except Yang Qingguo.

Yechen calculated on the paper without looking up: "Yangmei."

"Hey, then I'll go to Yangmei too." Wen Xu said casually.

The relaxed tone seemed to allow him to choose from several art academies.

Yechen glanced at his drawing board, probably knowing the reason why Wen Xu came so early today - he came to catch up with homework.

He looked back and said "hmm".

Wen Xu suddenly stopped writing and came over: "Yechen, have you always been like this?"

Ye Chen looked sideways, and Wen Xu added: "It makes people unable to catch up."

When most people chat, both parties will guide the follow-up topics, but if He Yechen is the same, he will talk less or be equally introverted, and the chat will die in two sentences today.

Ye Chen doesn't talk much, and he doesn't take the initiative to make friends. It is destined that only those who are warm and not afraid of the cold can make friends with him.

He looked at Wen Xu, who waved his hands again and again: "I don't mean anything else, sometimes I'm not very good at talking, don't mind me."

"It's okay." Ye Chen said.

Wen Xu didn't mind his indifference, and asked him: "I remember you are from Rongcheng, you must not be used to it when you come to the north for the first time, have you been in the capital for almost a month, have you gone out for a walk?"

Ye Chen naturally didn't go, the training time was tight and the tasks were heavy, even if the studio had one day off every week, but this day was either doing homework in the rented house or in the classroom, there was no time or leisure to go out and play.

"That's a pity, it's so tiring to paint every day." Wen Xu warmly invited, "It happens to be a holiday tomorrow, how about I take you on a day trip to the capital?"

Yechen refused: "No need."

Wen Xu clapped his palms, and suddenly said: "There's an exhibition recently... I remember I booked tickets online...I forgot I made the reservation half a year ago..." He found the order form on his phone and gave it to Ye Chen Look, "I ordered two tickets when I was in a relationship. Now it's boring to go alone after breaking up. Do you want to go together?"

The exhibition time just ends tomorrow, Wen Xu emphasized: "Tomorrow is the last day, if you don't go, it will be a waste."

This month, he has been repeating the matter of painting. Even if he loves people, he will be tired. Looking at the introduction of the art exhibition, he is really moved.

He thought for a while: "Then I will transfer the ticket money to you."

"Small matter." Wen Xu gritted out her white teeth, "How about we add a friend?"

When he took out his phone to add friends, Ye Chen remembered that Bai Jingping sent him a series of messages yesterday, but he forgot to reply.

Some time ago, Bai Jingping made clear his feelings for Sang Meng, but Sang Meng rejected him because he regarded him as a good sister, but Bai Jingping did not give up, and decided to adopt the strategy of encircling the city from the countryside, knowing what Sang Meng knew and loved, and what Sang Meng loved. Start by developing common interests and hobbies with her.

So during the breaks between his studies, he made up for the knowledge of the circle, and then suddenly remembered that the so-called cousin of his obedient Chener was an insider, so he came to Yechen non-stop and asked him to help him.

Yechen sent Xu Yuxing's contact information to him: You can communicate with him yourself.

Bai Jingping replied in seconds: That's great!I'll add it later.

[C.]: You are so early?

[Bai that Bai]: Study, Baozi!This is the beginning of morning self-study!

In the past, when Yechen skipped classes, Bai Jingping was always around him. He suddenly changed his gender in the third year of high school, and Yechen couldn't adapt to it for a while.

but……

He typed: Isn't the school self-study early at seven o'clock?

Yechen remembered that Bai Jingping also studied late last night, even if he had to study early in the morning, shouldn't he stay in bed until the last second and stay up?

[Bai that Bai]: You are only allowed to work hard and I am not allowed to fight?

[Bai that Bai]: Let me tell you that I watched a movie about the counterattack of scumbags yesterday, don't underestimate me!

[C.]: ...

He got it.

Bai Jingping was given chicken soup and blood.

He took a picture of the test paper he was writing, and Bai Jingping gave a thumbs up: As expected of my Chen'er, she worked as hard as I did.

The two chatted for a few words, then interrupted as the classes on both sides started.

Before class, Yechen quit Bai Jingping's chat page, looked at Xu Yuxing's chat box and hesitated for a moment, and finally did not say that he pushed him to Bai Jingping.

The conversation between him and Xu Yuxing was limited to Xu Yuxing's unilateral inquiries and unanswered voice and video calls in the first few days when he came to the capital.

"Xiao Xing, when I was cleaning your house today, I found a few pictures under the bookcase. I didn't know where to put them, so I put them on the desk for you."

After the housekeeping aunt finished cleaning, Xu Yuxing sent such a voice, and it had been several hours before he heard it.

When Ye Chen left, he took everything he could take with him. The bookcases in the study room were half empty, and Xu Yuxing didn't bother to move things there, so they remained empty.

Those paintings must have accidentally fallen into the gap between the bookcase and the wall, and then slowly slipped out, only to be discovered by my aunt now.

Xu Yuxing was still a little anxious when he returned home, because it gave him an upright reason to persuade himself to contact Yechen.

The drawing paper lay quietly on the desk.

Xu Yuxing unfolded them a little, took a photo and prepared to send it to Yechen: Xiaochen, how many of your paintings left in my house——

Before he finished typing, he paused with his fingertips, put down his phone and took out one of them.

The painting is a pair of hands.

Those hands are hidden in the darkness, holding the bow and playing the harp.

The body of the violin is transparent, and inside is the mountain stream illuminated by dots of fluorescent light.

And a luminous figure standing by the stream playing the violin, formed by the gathering of fireflies.

Xu Yuxing was very familiar with this painting.

In the photo album of his mobile phone, there is an identical picture, which was drawn for him by the Weibo painter named Ning Ning after he won the lottery.

But in the lower right corner of the picture on his phone...

Xu Yuxing moved his finger away, and stamped the word Ning in the lower right corner.

When he opened the Weibo homepage, he realized that the cat on the artist's profile picture was none other than Ning Ning?

The natal wife that Shao Fan talks about every day is actually Ye Chen?

Xu Yuxing was a little surprised.

Yechen's Weibo is still at the top of the Weibo, which is still an update of the suspension of operations after participating in the training camp. The latest one is a collection of three prizes drawn for the three fans who won the lottery.

Further down, there are the previous painting sharing and various photos of Ning Ning disturbing his painting.

Ye Chen never shows his face, but his hands appear most often.

Those who pet cats, those who draw pictures, those who are pillowed by Ning Ning to keep him from moving.

As long as it is on the Weibo where Ye Chen's hand appears, the number of comments must be several times that of other Weibos.

Xu Yuxing turned all the way to the one where Yechen brought Ningning home, a small group of puppet cats curled up in Yechen's arms, looking at the camera with ignorant eyes.

At that time, Yechen probably didn't have too many fans, and there were only a few dozen comments.

Someone asked him what the name of the kitten was, and he replied Ningning.

That person should have been paying attention to Yechen for a long time, and replied Ningning, Ningning.

Ning Ning Ning Ning.

Xu Yuxing stared at the five words and chewed them over and over again.

The notification bar on the phone stuck out his tongue to remind him that a new friend had been added, which interrupted Xu Yuxing's thoughts.

The other party introduced himself as Yechen’s friend Bai Jingping, and got his contact information from Yechen, saying that the girl he was chasing liked to listen to rock and like their band, and wanted to ask him if Toxic had any performances recently, and if they could come to ask for them after the show a signature or something.

After passing through friends, new messages popped out one by one.

Xu Yuxing didn't reply to any of them for the time being, and he happened to have a question he wanted to ask him.

[Bai that Bai]: Say it.

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[X.]: Is Yechen's nickname Ningning?

[Bai that Bai]: Yes.

[Bai that Bai]: But he doesn't like this name, so he doesn't allow us to call it that way.