Although she had decided to participate in the competition, Lu Xixin did not put much thought into painting. She only practiced for two days and then put down her painting.
After that, I would only occasionally go to the studio to practice a few strokes.
Yun Niannian has officially become President Luo's seventh disciple. After her wrist recovered, she moved to Teacher Luo and did not come back often.
This day was the first time she returned to the Gu family villa, and she looked very lively.
Zhu Xiaoxiao came out to pick her up, observed her expression, and was very happy: "Nian Nian, you look much better."
Yun Niannian covered her face and looked relaxed: "Well, it feels like being reborn. By the way, what is Sister Xinxin doing?"
"Painting in the studio."
"I'll go take a look." After saying that, he ran towards the studio on the third floor, poked his head in first, and smiled silly at Lu Xixin: "Sister Xinxin, can I come in?"
Lu Xixin raised her eyes. The sunlight cast a shadow under her eyelashes, and her whole body felt chilly. It wasn't until she saw Yun Niannian that she raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Come in."
Yun Niannian came over, looked at the still life painted by Lu Xixin on the drawing board, and praised repeatedly: "Sister Xinxin painted really well."
After speaking, Yun Niannian took out the painting she brought this time and showed it to Lu Xixin.
There was a bit of expectation and contentment in his expression.
Lu Xixin turned around, looked at it carefully for a moment, and nodded: "Great progress."
"Is it true?" Yun Niannian was surprised, "The teacher said that I am very talented. As long as I keep painting, I will definitely achieve something in the future."
Lu Xixin nodded but did not speak.
Yun Niannian looked at Lu Xixin's expression, bit her lip, and suddenly said: "Sister Xinxin, I work very hard on painting, 24 hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, I spend 16 hours painting, you
If I work so hard, when will I catch up with you?"
Hearing this, Lu Xixin held the hand holding the paintbrush for a moment, raised her eyes to look at Yun Niannian, and suddenly smiled: "You want to compete with me?"
Yun Niannian scratched her head and felt a little embarrassed: "The teacher said that among her disciples, you have the highest talent, but unfortunately your mind is not on painting. Let me take you as my goal and work hard on painting. As long as I surpass you, I will be fine."
Let’s hold an independent art exhibition.”
"Not bad." Lu Xixin said, "It's good to work hard at painting, but don't compare with me."
"Why?" Yun Niannian frowned, suddenly a little unhappy, "Sister Xinxin, do you think I'm not as good as you and look down on me?"
Lu Xixin sneered, without saving any face for Yun Niannian, and said directly: "There are some things that don't need to be said."
Yun Niannian's face turned pale.
What she said before was just a remark out of anger and had no other meaning. Unexpectedly, Lu Xixin actually looked down on her.
For a moment, Yun Niannian felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, feeling cold from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
She said coldly and looked ugly: "Since you look down on me, why do you recommend me to the teacher?"
Lu Xixin turned her eyes and looked at Yun Niannian, whose eyes were red and about to cry. She sighed and finally said: "Back in the small town, Yun Niannian never changed his original intention even in the face of adversity.
I love so much.
But now, I look down on Yun Niannian who is eager for quick success and always trying to compete with others."
One sentence, like a wake-up call, made Yun Niannian wake up instantly.
During this period of time, she was indeed frivolous and wandering, thinking that she was powerful because she worshiped a famous teacher, and completely forgot her original intention.
Yun Niannian was so ashamed that she said sincerely to Lu Xixin: "Sister Xinxin, thank you for teaching me."
Yun Niannian opened the door and left, and happened to bump into Shen Jiayao in the living room.
The man was sitting on the sofa, lazily holding a book in his hand, looking careless but full of pressure.
Yun Niannian's heart skipped a beat and she suddenly became timid.
Is this the richest man Shen Jiayao?
As Yun Niannian grew up, the best man she had ever seen was Du Beiyuan. To be honest, although Du Beiyuan injured his leg, he was still a charming man.
At first, Yun Niannian also dreamed of living a good life with him.
But Du Beiyuan was so terrifying. He didn't respect her at all, as if she was just a plaything. He treated her with disdain and beat and scolded her at every turn.
Gradually, Yun Niannian became afraid of him.
Is it true that in this world, all high-status men are so strong, aloof, and look down on everything?
Because of her experiences at the Du family, Yun Niannian was a little afraid of this kind of man.
Lu Xixin also came out of the studio and went downstairs to the living room. Yun Niannian followed Lu Xixin step by step.
She was very curious about how Sister Xin Xin and Shen Jiayao got along, and did they want to please Shen Jiayao?
Shen Jiayao was originally bored and found it very boring. The book in his hand was also very boring, and he was full of irritability from the inside out.
Just then, he heard footsteps upstairs.
He subconsciously looked up and saw that familiar figure again.
Shen Jiayao feels that this world is so beautiful, full of fun and not boring at all.
The air is fresh.
The book in my hand is also very interesting.
"Xin Xin." Shen Jiayao couldn't wait to share it with Lu Xixin, "Come and take a look. This book is very interesting. Let's read it together."
Lu Xixin was curious and looked at her: "What are you looking at?"
Shen Jiayao published a book of detective novels.
Lu Xixin sat next to Shen Jiayao. When Shen Jiayao was about to hug her and read together, he realized that there was someone following her.
Shen Jiayao narrowed his eyes and looked calm: "Who is this?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you. This is Yun Niannian, President Luo's seventh disciple, and my little junior sister."
"Hello, little junior sister." Shen Jiayao stretched out his right hand.
The man has a gentle voice, a tall figure, and the fingers of his extended right hand are clean and distinct, like a prince who stepped out of an idol drama.
Yun Niannian was stunned for a moment.
"Huh?" Shen Jiayao raised his eyes slightly and landed on Yun Niannian's face.
Yun Niannian pinched her fingers subconsciously, her whole body was blurred and her body was stiff.
Seeing this, Shen Jiayao smiled and said in a low and sweet voice: "Is it because your hands are stained with paint that you dare not shake hands?"
Youyou Ranran's words relieved the tense Yun Niannian.
Yun Niannian breathed a sigh of relief, and then his body suddenly stiffened.
She thought of Du Beiyuan.
Facing her nervousness and embarrassment, Du Beiyuan only had contempt in his eyes. He looked down on her, let alone her petty attitude.
It was as if there was dirt on her fingertips and she didn't even want to touch them.
What's funny is that he doesn't want to touch her hands, but he likes to torture her body.
It's really strange, why are Du Beiyuan and Shen Jiayao, both men of noble status, so different?
Shen Jiayao didn't pay much attention to Yun Niannian, and quickly looked away, reading with Lu Xixin.
He observed Lu Xixin's eyes, and when she finished reading a page, he immediately turned the page;
When you find something funny, just look at Lu Xixin’s expression. Only when you see her smiling will you smile.
Every look followed Lu Xixin.
Yun Niannian looked at this scene and couldn't help feeling envious.