Dangyang ran up to rub against her. Yunwei bent down and touched Dangyang's head with a somewhat educational tone: "Don't wag your tail when you see him in the future. Is he nice to you? You licking dog!"
Egg Yolk seemed to understand, and he groaned dissatisfiedly.
She straightened up, glanced at the black coat on the armrest of the sofa, and was stunned for a moment.
He shouldn't have gone far yet.
Yunwei quickly took out her mobile phone, lowered her head and sent him a message.
Yunwei: [Come up here and take your clothes away. 】
Within a few seconds, the phone vibrated twice.
Lu Yubei: [I did it on purpose. 】
Lu Yubei: [I’ll get it when I come over next time. 】
Yun Wei glanced at the message and typed harder on the keyboard: "If you don't come now, I will throw your coat into the kennel." 】
Lu Yubei: [Then throw it away. I will come to you to compensate you next time. 】
Neuropathy!
Take it or not, he will freeze to death!
Yunwei stopped replying to him, put away her phone and walked to the bedroom.
Egg Yolk stood there for two seconds, then followed up with a stumbling motion.
In the evening, Yun Wei called Jiang Qie and wanted to chat casually for a while.
Jiang Qie on the other end kept talking to her about things on the set. Seeing that she couldn't answer, he thought of changing the topic: "I saw Teacher Jian painting today. He is so handsome. Sure enough, a man who works hard." He is the most handsome!"
Hearing what she said, Yun Wei became more energetic: "What did you draw? Did you take any pictures?"
Jiang Qie said: "It should be a later illustration. It was drawn on an iPad. It seemed like a sketch, so I didn't take any pictures."
"Aren't you going to the studio in two days? Teacher Jian said there are many of his usual paintings there, which you can't see in the gallery."
Yun Wei smiled: "Then I'm in for a treat."
Jiang Qie seemed to have thought of something and asked her: "Hey, Weiwei, do you like painting? Don't be afraid of Teacher Jian's invitation..."
"No way."
Yun Wei interrupted her and continued: "I think I'm quite interested. It's fine at home anyway. It's okay to develop it into a hobby."
Jiang Qie didn't say anything more and continued to output.
Yun Wei didn't chat with her for too long. She originally wanted to come back to catch up on her sleep today, but she couldn't sleep after meeting Lu Yubei. She was a little sleepy now.
Yunwei hung up the phone and scrolled through the new messages on WeChat.
Except for some group reminders and news, the most popular ones were the messages Yun Qian sent her.
She hasn't replied yet.
She didn't know how to reply to him, because he basically advised her to go home and live there. She felt that she would be more comfortable living outside than at home.
Yunwei opened the chat box with him and was stunned for a long time. Then she opened the keyboard and replied to him: [Why do you think I am comfortable at home? 】
After sending it, she didn't read the message again, threw the phone aside, and raised her hand to turn off the bedside lamp.
Yunwei stayed in her new home for a few days and bought some small items to decorate it, which made it look more like home.
In the afternoon, Yunwei saw the message Jian Fubai sent her, telling her to come when she was free.
Yunwei replied well, put on a white down jacket, took a scarf and walked out.
The weather was gloomy today. Jiang Qie told her that there was snow today, 85% of the snowfall, and asked her not to stay in the studio for too long, otherwise the road would become slippery.
The studio is not far from her home, even if it is a walk, it is only more than ten minutes away.
There is a huge floor-to-ceiling window in the studio, which is ordinary glass. You can see inside. The curtains are half-opened. When Yunwei arrived, she saw Jian Fubai standing in front of the drawing board with his back to her.
Yun Wei walked to the door, raised her hand and knocked on the door.
When she heard Jian Fubai's response, she opened the door.
When her eyes met Jian Fubai's, Yun Wei curled her lips towards him and called him: "Teacher Jian."
Jian Fubai smiled at her and said, "Are you okay this afternoon?"
Yun Wei shook her head: "In fact, I can always be fine."
Jian Fubai looked at her with some doubts.
Yunwei continued: "I am a homeless person."
Jian Fubai heard what she said, and as if to liven up the atmosphere, he said jokingly: "You can't ask me for salary. I teach painting, not hire employees."
Yun Wei lightly pulled her lower lip and responded: "Teacher Jian, if you don't charge me tuition, I will take advantage."
Jian Fubai clicked his tongue, with a joking tone in his tone: "Then I'm at a loss, I should kill you."
Yun Wei relaxed her eyebrows and said, "That won't work. If we miss this village, we won't have this store."
Jian Fubai didn't continue to joke with her. He raised his finger and pointed at the drawing board next to him and said, "You should practice your pen control today and draw more vertical lines."
"good."
Yunwei agreed and walked towards the drawing board next to her.
Jian Fubai turned on all the lights in the room and raised his hand to close the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Yunwei saw the ragdoll cat sleeping on the folding horse next to her and asked, "Is this your cat?"
Hearing her voice, Jian Fubai looked at her: "Yes, it's called ice cube."
Yun Wei turned to him: "Why did you come up with this name?"
Jian Fubai glanced at the ice cube and said, "It's very cold, just like an ice cube."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ice cube nestled on the horse moved his ears, slowly raised his head, squinted his eyes and stretched.
When it saw Yunwei, it easily jumped off the horse and walked slowly towards her with cat steps, spinning around her and rubbing its high-raised tail between her legs.
Seeing its behavior, Jian Fubai said with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Hey, I feel so embarrassed when you do this."
Yun Wei knelt down and touched its back, and said, "Ice cubes are quite cute."
Jian Fubai curled her lips: "It likes you."
Yunwei said nothing, lowered her head and gently rubbed its head.
Jian Fubai didn't stay in the studio for long. He told her some basic painting techniques and let her practice here alone.
The ice cube didn't go with him, so he would probably come back in the evening.
She stood alone in front of the drawing board, holding a sharpened charcoal pencil in her hand, and drew many vertical lines on the sketch paper.
The studio is soundproofed and very quiet, with only the rustle of paper and pen rubbing against each other.
Her arms were a little sore from keeping her hands raised. After looking at the dense lines, she put the pen aside and glanced at the time.
Jian Fubai sent her a message.
Jian Fubai: [Today you practice lines first. Drawing is a test of patience. In fact, the process of progress is quite boring. Only when the lines are arranged can you draw detailed things. 】
Yunwei replied well, threw the phone aside, and prepared to change a piece of paper.
She kept repeating the same action. She didn't know how long it lasted, and she felt a little tired and sat on the horse next to her.
Bingcubi jumped into her arms and settled on her legs.
Yunwei had carbon lead on her hand and didn't dare to touch it for fear of getting it dark.
She tilted her head and glanced at the drawing board next to her. It was a semi-finished product that Jian Fubai had not yet finished.
The painting style was still relaxed and relaxed, and it looked like a few random strokes, but they were all focused on the shape. She didn't know how long she would have to work hard to learn one-tenth of his skills.
