Lu Xixin just listened to the excitement and was not very interested in other people's gossip.
Unexpectedly, the protagonist of the gossip came to the door that night.
She is a very neat girl.
Seeing Lu Xixin, Yun Niannian was stunned for a moment.
She smiled: "Hello sister, you are Jiayi's sister, I am Yun Niannian, Jiayi's classmate."
Lu Xixin nodded: "Are you looking for Jiayi? She is upstairs."
Hearing this, Yun Niannian looked at the stairs, a flash of desire flashing in his eyes.
However, she restrained herself and shook her head: "I won't go up and disturb Jiayi's painting competition work."
Contest?
Lu Xixin was stunned for a moment. How could Yun Niannian know about the competition?
From what Yao Dahong said, this competition is very niche and is an internal competition held by the Painting Association.
Mainly for selecting disciples.
In other words, the ranking in the competition is not important. What is important is whether a teacher takes a fancy to your work and accepts you as a disciple.
Seeing Lu Xixin's doubts, Yun Niannian explained: "I saw Jiayi's circle of friends."
Moments?
After Lu Xixin heard these three words, she immediately realized that she had been blocked, so she could not see Lu Jiayi's circle of friends.
Yun Niannian handed over the phone and motioned for Lu Xixin to look at it.
All the above are Lu Jiayi's status.
Lu Xixin not only saw her post about participating in the competition, but also saw another one about color matching.
——Some people clearly don’t understand anything, but they insist on pointing fingers. They adjust the color of the bun stuffing on their hands before they are washed. By the way, does anyone know what color gray orange is?
Lu Xixin's eyes scanned lightly.
The expression on his face didn't change much, but his understanding of Lu Jiayi deepened in his heart.
These specious, mocking and contemptuous words will not hurt Lu Xixin.
But it can reveal the level of the person speaking.
——Shallow, inferior.
Lu Xixin returned the phone to Yun Niannian and asked her why she was here.
Yun Niannian held many things in her arms.
She handed one of the notes to Lu Xixin: "Sister, this is the experience I have gained from painting and coloring for so many years. Although it is not as good as a professional class, it should be of some use. Please give it to Jiayi for me.
, I hope it can be of some help to her."
"And this." Yun Nian thought and stroked the scroll in her arms, "This is what I drew. I hope Jiayi can help me comment on it."
After saying that, he seemed to remember Lu Jiayi's temperament.
A hint of sadness flashed across Yun Niannian's face: "Jiayi probably doesn't have time, I guess let's forget it."
Lu Xixin was not a warm-hearted person. When Yun Niannian said this, she nodded.
Go upstairs with your notebook.
Hearing the footsteps coming from the stairs, Lu Jiayi looked impatient. She reluctantly suppressed her irritability and said in a low voice: "Sister, you've disturbed me. Don't keep walking around. This competition means a lot to me."
Very big.”
Is it big?
Lu Xixin didn't think so.
Although she doesn't understand painting, she can feel that Lu Jiayi's painting is poor.
Passing the notebook to Lu Jiayi, Lu Xixin said: "What Yun Niannian gave you is some of her coloring summary. I hope it will be helpful to you."
Lu Jiayi sneered.
He took it casually and threw it on the table without even turning it over.
She's just a junior high school student, but she actually wants to give her guidance.
Lu Jiayi was afraid that she would be misled by Yun Niannian.
"Don't bring these over in the future." Lu Jiayi was unhappy.
Lu Xixin raised her eyes and glanced at Lu Jiayi.
Her eyes were light, cold and clear, but for some reason, Lu Jiayi felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
The fingertips tremble uncontrollably.
Lu Jiayi moved her lips and wanted to speak, but she couldn't open her mouth.
By the time she fully recovered, Lu Xixin had already left with her notebook.