Who bought traffic for her?
Yunwei looked at the somewhat erroneous comments below and quickly picked the one with the most likes to reply: [No, Teacher Jian is single, I am just a student. 】
After sending it, she thought about it and called Jian Fubai.
The other side rang for a few seconds and the call was connected.
"Hello."
His tone was lazy and hoarse, as if he had been woken up.
Yun Wei was stunned for a moment and then came to her senses: "Teacher Jian, you are asleep. I'm sorry, then you go to sleep first and I will tell you tomorrow."
Jian Fubai rolled his Adam's apple and asked, "It's okay, just tell me."
Yun Wei responded and told him what happened just now.
Jian Fubai was silent for two seconds and then said: "It's okay, I'll say it on Weibo later."
"It seems that your painting has been well received. I would like to ask you to participate in the competition and work hard to win the prize."
Yun Wei curled her lower lip: "It seems that I have made significant progress recently."
"Then Teacher Jian, you can go to sleep. I'm really sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night. I didn't care about the time."
Jian Fubai said it was okay, then thought of something, and quickly asked her: "What's your Weibo name?"
Yunwei replied to him: "I will send you a WeChat message later."
Jian Fubai said hello and hung up the phone.
Yunwei sent her his Weibo name, and he exited the chat box with her and opened Weibo.
There is no need to find her at all, private messages and Aitri are all from her.
Jian helped Bai follow Aite to Yunwei's homepage and scrolled down.
Aiyowei: Afternoon, three pictures! ! ! [Picture][Picture[Picture]]
Aiyowei: I am no longer distracted when painting, and the paint tray turns over [smile]
Aiyouwei: What's going on? ? ? It's obviously a rabbit, but why do you think my painting looks like a cat? 【picture】
Seeing this, Jian Fubai couldn't help but curled his lips.
It was the simple sketch she had drawn on a whim in the lower left corner of the sketch paper last time he saw it. He glanced sideways, thought it was a cat, and said something casually.
He scrolled up, followed her, and retweeted the butterfly with the most likes.
Jian Fubai: Keep up the good work, but it still hasn’t reached my expectations.
After sending it, he turned over and lay down again without looking at his phone.
Yunwei is indeed a very cute little girl.
The weather was cold, so Yunwei stayed in bed and couldn't even get out of bed.
She went to get her phone and wanted to check Weibo.
The number of likes on yesterday's Weibo post has exceeded 500,000. She has more and more fans and is on track to reach one million.
She and Jian Fubai were also on the hot search, and Jiang Qie was also mentioned.
#婦伟 佳素白#
#Jianfubai followed aiyowei#
#囦妦伟 beautiful painter#
#妦伟only follow Jiang Qie#
The comment section is also full of speculation.
[Aiyouwei said that she is Teacher Jian’s student, and she only pays attention to Jiang Qie. Do they know each other? 】
[Teacher Jian hasn’t been drawing illustrations for Jiang Qie’s new drama recently, maybe she really knows him. 】
[It is also possible that he is a fan of Jiang Qie. This possibility cannot be ruled out. 】
[Teacher Jian actually accepted a disciple. It seems that he is very talented in painting, right? 】
[Anyone who can paint in Teacher Jian’s private studio is definitely a beloved disciple. 】
[The painting is good, but an expert can still tell that it is a bit green. He must have just learned it with zero foundation, right? 】
[This is called a talented player! 】
…
Before she went to bed yesterday, she had hidden all the photos she had posted on Weibo, but there were many people taking screenshots, so she was hiding her loneliness.
Seeing that Jian Fubai had retweeted her Weibo and followed her, she went back to it.
Originally there was only one person on the watch list, Jiang Qie, but now there was one more person.
Yun Wei didn't stay on Weibo for long and went to find Jian Fubai's chat box.
Yunwei: [Teacher Jian, are you going to the studio today? 】
Jian Fubai responded quickly: [Go, go and see your paintings. 】
Yunwei replied well, threw the phone aside, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
When she arrived at the studio, Jian Fubai was standing in front of her drawing board, flipping through some of her previous paintings one by one.
Yunwei called him: "Teacher Jian."
Jian Fubai turned his head and glanced at her: "Here he comes."
Yun Wei hummed, walked up to him and asked, "How is it? I've been very serious these days."
Jian Fubai smiled: "I see, you have quite a few ideas in your mind."
Yun Wei curled her lips and asked, "Teacher Jian, don't you worry about Weibo?"
Jian Fubai hummed: "Everyone is hot for three minutes, and it will be fine in a few days. But you are still attracting fans. I checked Weibo for a while this morning and saw that many people are attracted by your appearance. of."
Yun Wei thought of the photos of herself she saw on Weibo in the morning: "I actually don't like the feeling of being exposed. I thought I could become invisible, but I didn't expect someone to save it."
Jian Fubai pulled her lower lip, looking away from her face and looking at her painting: "I was about to say, the gray part of your painting is a bit dirty, why don't you change it again?"
Yun Wei said hello, picked up the palette next to her and squeezed some paint on it. She found that the painting was not attached, so she put the palette aside and wanted to pick up the painting in Jian Fubai's hand.
The palette was not stable, tilted, and fell at her feet.
Yunwei quickly bent down to pick it up.
Jian Fubai took a step ahead of her and grabbed the upside-down palette on the ground.
Yun Wei accidentally pressed her hand on the back of his hand.
She quickly took back her hand and said, "I'm sorry."
Jian Fubai moved for a moment, his Adam's apple moved slightly, his heart palpitated, and his heart felt a little sore.
He grabbed the palette and stood up. Without saying anything, he handed the palette to her and said, "Be careful."
Yunwei took it.
Jian Fubai made way for her.
Yunwei went to get a mop to clean the paint on the floor before continuing to paint.
Jian Fubai stood behind her and looked at her for a while, then said, "You draw here first, I'll go home."
Yunwei hummed without looking away from the drawing board.
Jian Fubai walked out of the studio, closed the door and stood outside.
The touch on his hand seemed to still be there, and his palms were itchy.
Jian Fubai, what's wrong with you?
Yun Wei didn't leave until eight o'clock in the evening. Jian Fubai didn't come in the afternoon. She was here alone and didn't know what happened to him.
When she got home, Yunwei slumped down on the sofa a little tired, took off her scarf and went to look at her phone.
The hot searches for her and Jian Fubai in the morning have now disappeared completely. I don't know who suppressed them. Only her own and the entry about her following Jiang Qie are left.
Just as he was about to exit, Lu Yubei's video call popped up.
Yunwei looked at the screen for a few seconds and pressed the button to connect.
Looking at the background, it looked like he was in a hotel, wearing only a shirt and looking at her through the screen.
Lu Yubei asked: "Are you happy today?"
