You, teach me how to do things?

Teacher Zhang did invite Xia Yuanling out as agreed.But he didn't show him the script immediately, instead he drove Xia Yuanling to a gallery.

The paintings on display in the gallery gave off a sense of eerieness that overwhelmed people. Xia Yuanling didn't know how to describe it. One of the paintings was a rose growing from a human eye, using the eyeball as a source of nourishment.There is also a picture of a colorful snake growing out of a broken clod.This kind of strong contrast between beauty and vulgarity made him feel a little uncomfortable when he saw it.

"How does it feel to see it?"

Teacher Zhang asked Xia Yuanling how he felt, and he acted like an invigilator.

Xia Yuanling could only honestly confess that he couldn't see the meaning behind it, he just felt weird.

The weirdness emanating from the bones, what kind of person would combine a clod with a snake, and what kind of thoughts would make him insert a rose into a human's eye.

Teacher Zhang nodded: "The script I gave you is about this painter's life."

"But I won't show you the script first. I want you to find the painter's story first, and study his life as much as you can. When you know enough, I will give you the script and let you go in. The crew acted."

This requirement is quite harsh, and most people probably won't stick to it when they hear this.

Not why, just because of uncertainty.

What if I wasted time preparing and Mr. Zhang didn't give me the script?What if the script is not as good as expected?

But Xia Yuanling agreed.

Standing in front of the rose picture, he looked at the picture and nodded.

He really didn't know the painter, he didn't know his life.

But looking through the picture, Xia Yuanling was very curious about what kind of experience allowed this artist to draw these seemingly unconnected objects together, and what kind of past made his world become like this——

Different.

After saying goodbye to Teacher Zhang, Xia Yuanling went to the bookstore and bought a bunch of painting tools and books related to painting.

Originally, he planned to place the easel in the room where the bed was removed by Mr. Bao Shang, but Shang Chuan insisted on pulling Xia Yuanling into his study.

Shang Chuan sat at the desk reading a book, Xia Yuanling moved this small bench and sat in front of the drawing board to draw.

Xia Yuanling learned to draw when he was a child. Although he learned how to draw with a hammer, he still has some basics. What he has to do this time is to imitate that painter's style of painting.

Xia Yuanling made a lot of copying videos made by fans of some painters on the Internet, learning from one stroke to the next.He studied very seriously, often sitting for three or four hours at a time, and didn't stop until his shoulder muscles were sore.

Shang Chuan put down the book in his hand, walked to his side and bowed his head to kiss Xia Yuanling's face.

"Stand up and walk around, don't sit all the time, it's not good for your cervical spine."

"Do you think my drawing looks good?"

The work on the drawing board is crooked, but one can vaguely see a human figure, it is a man sitting at a table reading a book.

"Are you drawing me?"

"No."

"Who else could it be?" Naturally, Shang Chuan knew that Xia Yuanling was lying to him. He lowered his head and bit Xia Yuanling's ear, snatched Xia Yuanling's brush with one hand, washed off the paint on it, and dipped it in black gouache.

On his canvas, he wrote his name.

Shang Chuan has practiced calligraphy, and his strokes are strong and powerful.

"This is my painting, what does it mean to write your name?"

Shang Chuan smiled lightly, and wrote "Xia Yuanling" next to his name.

"It's almost there."

Before he finished speaking, Shang Chuan marked his own name with a 1, and Xia Yuanling's with a 0.

"Shang Chuan!"

Xiao Xia seemed to be angry, but she didn't want to really show her fangs and hurt her beloved, so she could only shout his name to express her dissatisfaction.

Shang Chuan didn't intend to correct it, he teased and said, "Look, we are quite right from the name."

"Fuck!"

Xiao Xia was going to grab a brush, and during the fight, someone knocked over the brush-washing container, and the dirty water mixed with paint was spilled on the ground.

Shang Chuan leaned against Xia Yuanling and kissed, clasped his hand, and bit his lip.

He loves to be neat, meticulous and spotless in his life.

But suddenly in this rainy afternoon, I felt the beauty of confusion and confusion.

Speaking of director Ke's recent movie explosion, although Xia Yuanling's role in the role is not important, his net worth has also risen.

Originally, he planned to calm down and train well to prepare for Teacher Zhang's book, but Xia Yuanling still had a knot in his mind.It was the 300 million owed to Shang Chuan.

Although the two of them have communicated with each other now, Xia Yuanling will definitely pay back the money that should be paid.

During this period of time, there were quite a few endorsements and variety shows that came to their door. While Xia Yuanling was picking and choosing, Xu Xiu called.The two had a brief chat.

Xu Xiu has been trying to find a way to transfer from the local station where he worked since the last time we met, but failed after several attempts. Finally, an online variety show was willing to accept Xu Xiu, but asked Xu Xiu to do a resource exchange .

In short, the other party provided Xu Xiu with a stage to perform, but correspondingly, Xu Xiu also had to pay some price.

The relationship between Mr. Luo and him is nameless. A farmer who purely raises rabbits can make others think that he is an omnipotent and murderous financial master because he is too naive. Xu Xiu really has no expectations for Mr. Luo.

He thought of Xiao Xia.

Recommend Xiaoxia to this variety show, and then I can get corresponding resources in the future.

Xia Yuanling always felt sorry for Xu Xiu because of Mr. Luo's affairs. Since Xu Xiu wanted to invite him, Xia Yuanling agreed to go.

For variety shows like complaints, the scripts are all prepared by the organizers. Xia Yuanling himself added a few jokes about complaining about Shang Chuan. The audience responded well at the time, and it is estimated that the effect will be even better when it is broadcast.

An Qian couldn't help applauding as he watched from the audience. He always had the feeling that his own child had finally come out on top when he looked at Xiao Xia.

"Xia Yuanling's manager, I'll give you water." A college student who seemed to be working part-time came over and gave An Qian a bottle of mineral water.

An Qian reached out to take it, and subconsciously put the water on the ground like the managers around him.

But the moment he got up, An Qian suddenly felt something was wrong.

A price tag was pasted on the mouth of the mineral water bottle.

At first glance, it’s actually nothing. In the past, the products in the canteen would be marked with price tags. Now that online shopping and e-commerce are popular, price tags have gradually faded out of people’s lives, but some supermarkets still have them.

It's just that the water for such a large-scale program is brought in case by case, so there is no need to put a price tag on a bottle of water alone.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong he was, and he stretched out his hand to press the price tag. Sure enough, someone poked a hole in it with a very thin needle.

If this is a careless person, I'm afraid it won't be discovered at all.

An Qian was furious on the spot. You must know that there was a water distribution not long ago. The bottle of mineral water was fine and I had already opened it and drank it. If I didn’t become suspicious of the bottle of water that was distributed now, I would subconsciously pass it to Xiao Xia. , and what kind of material was added to this bottle of water, and what the result would be, I had no idea.

It was close to implicating Xia Yuanling.

An Qian was furious, but still pretended to be peaceful and greeted the assistants of other artists around him, saying that he had something to go out.

He reacted quickly, the college student who was handing out mineral water didn't go far, An Qian quietly followed him, and followed him into the toilet.

As soon as the college student entered the cubicle, when he was about to lock the door, he stretched his hand in and forcibly opened the toilet door.

An Qian's expression was stern, and the college student sat down on the toilet seat in fright.

"What are you doing?"

An Qian still held the bottle of mineral water in his hand, he closed the door calmly, and then unscrewed the cap of the bottle of mineral water.

"There's something added to it, right?"

"I do not understand what you're saying!"

The college student looked flustered. He wanted to get up and go out, but he didn't expect An Qian to raise his leg and press half of his shoulder firmly on the water tank, making him unable to move.

Since that accident, An Qian has been strengthening his physical training, which can be regarded as progress, and it is not a problem to deal with such a slender college student.

"What's in it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about? How can I offend you just by posting water?"

An Qian doesn’t believe a word of this. The way the label covers the pinhole is low-level and easy to expose. If the mineral water bottle is slightly tilted or turned upside down, the method will be self-defeating.Then, in order not to leak, and to ensure that the water can be delivered to Xia Yuanling, the person who prescribed the medicine will definitely come to deliver the water in person.

"Don't understand?" An Qian unscrewed the bottle cap, "Then you have a taste and let me see what's in the water!"

He slammed his hand and pulled the college student's hair back, forcing the college student to look up at An Qian.

Realizing that An Qian was about to pour water into his mouth in the next step, the college student panicked and confessed, "I put an aphrodisiac in it!"

aphrodisiac?

Only then did An Qian realize how vicious this person was.

Xiaoxia only had a break of ten minutes to record the variety show. After drinking water and going to the bathroom, she almost had to go back and continue recording.

Xia Yuanling was still wearing jeans today, if he was really made to drink this bottle of water with aphrodisiacs, then the camera would definitely capture relevant indecent images.At that time, if the so-called background staff cooperated to spread these out, what would Xia Yuanling face?

What's more, there are many female guests at the recording site of this variety show——

Fortunately, I noticed it, otherwise I would not have dared to think about the consequences.

"You let me go!"

The college student still wanted to struggle, but An Qian had already lost his mind by this time.

He grabbed the college student's hair and pulled it back. Taking advantage of the man's mouth wide open, he poured the whole bottle of water into his mouth.

The whole bottle of water crashed.

If it can't be poured, it will be poured on people.How could a college student drink so much water? In the end, his nose and mouth were filled with the smell of mineral water. The feeling of suffocation made him struggle to escape Anqian's control, lowered his head and coughed.

An Qian opened the door of the bathroom, and threw the flustered college student behind him into the cubicle.

The author says:

Hey hey, my little sick girl.