I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

After breakfast the next day, Song Ziyan went to the tea room with Mr. Bai who had something to talk to him about.

During the National Day, a friend of Mr. Bai had an art exhibition.

That friend is quite famous in the Chinese painting circle, and this exhibition is a platform for young painters to showcase.

The other party specially reserved places for two disciples of old master Bai.

Song Ziyan has lived abroad in recent years, studying oil painting in his spare time.

Old man Bai didn't let him catch him at both ends, and rarely asked him, he just wanted him to grow up happily.

Song Ziyan is strict with himself, and his painting skills have not regressed, not to mention that he specializes in one kind of traditional Chinese painting and oil painting - figure painting.

Most of Song Ziyan's paintings are in Russia, and there are only a dozen of them in the suitcase.

He showed old man Bai what he took with his phone.

Old man Bai nodded in satisfaction.

Bai Yanqing watched from the side, and commented: "It's the style that young people of our generation like nowadays."

Mr. Bai asked him, "The Kuaiyin you invested in, is there anyone showing their work?"

"Of course, this kind of fast entertainment short video covers everything. Many people who are engaged in the art industry have accounts on it, and the attention of those with good strength is not lower than that of today's new industries."

"You didn't disgrace me in that respect."

Old man Bai refers to his investment vision, and also refers to the fact that he had a girlfriend on the last blind date.

Bai Yanqing raised his lips and looked at Song Ziyan who was opposite him.

Song Ziyan didn't think about that aspect, and didn't look at him. When Mr. Bai asked him if he had ever registered an account on such a social platform.

He said it was on INS.

Bai Yanqing really didn't know, so he asked his name, went up to have a look, and said to Mr. Bai, "That's right, 76 followers."

Song Ziyan hummed softly, and suddenly thought of Bai Yanqing's more than 1000 million followers on Weibo.

Mr. Bai had a class at S University at ten o'clock, and selected a few paintings from Song Ziyan's home for the exhibition, and asked him to make another one during this period, and let the uncle and nephew go away.

After going out, Song Ziyan curiously asked Bai Yanqing how he could have so many fans.

Bai Yanqing raised his eyebrows: "You want to know?"

Song Ziyan curled his lips, seeing him like this was no good: "...don't tell me, forget it."

Bai Yanqing laughed: "There's no way I won't tell you. What we Yanyan want to know, even if the sky falls, I will tell him with my last breath."

Song Ziyan laughed, and muttered uncomfortably, "Say less of this kind of thing."

"So many rules?"

"Originally. Because you are my uncle."

"In this way, if there is anything else you can't say, you can just bring it up at once."

Just as Song Ziyan was about to answer, his arm was held, a force came, and then his back hit the wall.

It doesn't hurt, there is a hand behind her back.

But in this posture, he was almost surrounded by Bai Yanqing's arms.

Bai Yanqing lowered his head and looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "Really?"

Their noses were almost touching.

Song Ziyan blushed a little, turned his head away, and pushed him, but didn't.

He became nervous: "Don't... Uncle Yanqing, don't. You will be seen."

Bai Yanqing smiled, breathing on his pink cheeks: "Who told you not to say anything. Just seal my mouth with something, huh?"

Song Ziyan blushed deeply, unwilling to think about the deep meaning of that sentence, and only pushed him.

Bai Yanqing smiled lightly, and retreated with all his might.

Song Ziyan wanted to slip away.

Bai Yanqing pulled him back with a funny face: "Why are you running? I won't scare you, let's talk serious."

Bai Yanqing asked him to register a Kuaiyin account and update his works on it.And give him an analysis, only post works, although the quality will accumulate attention, but basically he is in the range of the number of attention in INS.

"If you want to improve, you have to keep up with hot spots. For example, create fanart of popular works. In terms of the level of your paintings, 76 fans will only be your lower limit."

Song Ziyan nodded thoughtfully, "Then, I'll search the Internet later."

"Search popular works?"

"Correct."

"That's so troublesome. Don't ask me?"

"You don't have a good heart a lot of times, so I don't ask you."

Bai Yanqing smiled: "Yanyan, I think my uncle is too bad. This is related to your small career development, so I wouldn't use this as an exchange with you."

Song Ziyan looked at him and said awkwardly, "...Really?"

"Of course," Bai Yanqing said, sighing leisurely, "As long as your words are nicer to me and you are more obedient, you will be satisfied."

Song Ziyan bowed his head and pinched his fingers: "...I didn't treat you badly. You, if you are serious, I will be obedient."

Seeing his cute appearance, Bai Yanqing smiled comfortably, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"I will sort out the materials and send them to you within today. Do you still go to school this time?"

"No, I'm the only one in the dormitory. My brother and another roommate have gone on a trip."

Bai Yanqing felt quite at ease, it was not a good picture for Song Ziyan to be alone with the Korean.

There is also a Russian who doesn't know his own position.

Of course, Alex Bai Yanqing didn't take it seriously, the other party should also know what kind of person Song Ziyan is.

In the friendship relationship, both parties are men, and Song Ziyan will not take the initiative to provoke.

……

At noon, Alex, who had already applied for a Chinese driver's license, drove to the White House.

Song Ziyan went to pick him up at the door.

The two looked at each other, and moved away as if they were electrocuted.

Song Ziyan blushed slightly: "I... I'll show you around first."

Alex cleared his throat: "Okay. No, Julian, wait, I brought something."

Alex walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. There were tea and wine: "To uncle and your grandpa."

Song Ziyan's father was away, and he went to city B on a business trip.

Old man Bai is still in school, and he has a sophomore class in the afternoon.

Song Ziyan was acting as a collection agent for the time being, so he took Alex back to the yard to put things away, and gave him a bottle of drink from the refrigerator.

The author has something to say: Bai Yanqing: Yanyan will not take the initiative to provoke Alex.

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