Chapter 118

The most satisfactory work?

Which is her most satisfactory work?

Ye Xingyi stands in the middle of the living room with a sad face.

In the small living room, from the floor to the sofa, from the tea table to the TV cabinet, she filled her recent paintings.

After hearing what Jiang said, the first thing she did when she came home was to take out her works and select them.

But she felt like she was trapped in the fear of choice, and she didn't choose the one that satisfied her most.

Qian Mengmeng came out of the bedroom. It seemed that there was no room for her to stand in the living room. She asked, "little tail, what are you doing?"

"Choose a painting!" Ye Xingyi answered with a sad face.

On the way home, ye Xingyi tells her that Jiang Xuan wants to introduce himself to Mr. Zhao Lishi. Qian Mengmeng is really happy for her to be a teacher.

It's a pity that she is a sculptor, otherwise she will pester Jiang Xuan to introduce herself to Mr. Zhao Lishi.

"I think you started to do it when you got home. Why haven't you chosen it so long?"

Ye Xingyi pulled his hair madly and said, "I don't know which one to choose?"

"Then I'll help you choose?" Qian suggested.

"Good, good!" Ye Xingyi nods her head. Sometimes the onlookers see clearly. Maybe Qian Mengmeng can choose the works that satisfy her.

"Well!" Qian Mengmeng holds her chin and looks for it carefully.

After looking at the paintings in the living room one by one, she finally picked up the clothes and the pictures of ancient ladies copied by Ye Xingyi and said, "I think this is good."

Ye Xingyi grinned bitterly and said, "I copied the paintings of the ancients of the previous dynasty. Even if the paintings are good, they are good."

"Ah? Is that so? " Qian put the painting back, picked up another one and asked, "what about this one?"

Ye Xingyi shook his head, not perfect.

Qian Mengmeng takes another pair, and ye Xingyi shakes his head again, but he still feels that it's not good.

After several times in a row, Qian Mengmeng gave up.

"No, little tail," she said, "I don't think you're satisfied with a single piece."

Her words hit Ye Xingyi's mind. She really felt that there was no work she was most satisfied with.

The pretty little face cried even more.

"What shall we do? Mr. Zhao Lishi will be here tomorrow, but I can't bring anything out. "

"I can't help it." Qian Mengmeng spread out her hands. As a sculptor, she can't help in traditional Chinese painting.

"I'll make you a cup of flower tea, so that you can manage your mind."

Ye Xingyi nodded. She really needs to clear her mind.

Qian Mengmeng goes through the living room and into the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

When she brought out the tea, she found that ye Xingyi had put all the paintings away. She put the flower tea on the tea table, poured a cup and handed it to him. Ask: "how all put away?"

"I decided to paint a new one." Ye Xingyi said.

"Ah? Why do you suddenly think of redrawing? Is there time? Are you going to stay up late? "

Ye Xingyi nodded: "I don't think it's a good way to choose. It's better to draw a new one directly."

Qian Mengmeng frowned: "are you sure what you draw is what makes you most satisfied?"

"I don't know." She's confused, but painting can calm her down.

"Then you've decided to paint well. I won't bother you. I'll go back to my room first." Qian Mengmeng can't help her. The only thing she can do is try not to disturb her.

"Thank you, Meng Meng."

"Who are we with! Don't always say thank you or not in the future. "

Ye Xingyi nodded, she sipped a cup of flower tea, went to the balcony, let the cold wind blow, let his heart calm down.

The next day, Qian Mengmeng wakes up. She goes to the living room and sees Ye Xingyi's easel covered with white cloth. She is busy in the kitchen.

She went to the kitchen door, leaned on it, yawned and asked, "is it done?"

Ye Xingyi, hearing the words, turned around and nodded to her: "well, it's done!"

Looking at her energetic appearance, Qian Mengmeng curiously asked, "did you sleep last night?"

Ye Xingyi shook his head. "I didn't sleep. I stayed up late to draw. I don't know why, it's special spirit. "

"Then you must be satisfied with what you drew last night?" Qian said positively.

She also had the experience of staying up late to carve sculptures before. When she made good works, she would be too excited to sleep.

Ye Xingyi thought about it and nodded her head. She felt very satisfied.

"Let me see." Qian Mengmeng curiously goes to the flower rack. Without waiting for ye Xingyi's consent, he opens the corner of the white cloth and takes a look.

On this one eye, she then moves toward the leaf star to give a thumbs up.

"Yes, if I were Mr. Zhao Lishi, I would definitely accept you as my apprentice."

Ye Xingyi listened to her words, and her face was like a split flower.

Mr. Zhao Lishi arrived at the studio at about 10 a.m. and was picked up by Lin Qiumo himself. As soon as he got out of the car, he was surrounded by reporters guarding outside.

After the interview, there are several other media to do private interviews.

The visit was delayed until noon and ended at the strong request of Mr. Zhao Kuang, the son of Mr. Zhao. However, he took Mr. Zhao Lishi away directly.

The colleagues in the studio waited anxiously all morning, but they didn't have a chance to talk to the old man, so the old man left, which made everyone very disappointed.

In fact, the old man was just taken to lunch.

The people who had dinner together were Lin Qiumo, Jiang Xuan, Mr. Zhao Kuang, Mr. Zhao Kuang's foreign wife and two mixed race children, and several students who had been instructed by Mr. Zhao Lishi. Although they were not as famous as Lin Qiumo in the art world, they were also respectable students.

The most embarrassing thing here is that Ye Xing, who has no relationship at all, has moved. She was brought by Jiang Xuan. In order to seize this opportunity, she, who has always been thin skinned, has also been thick skinned to sit down.

As soon as Mr. Zhao Lishi entered the box, everyone stood up and said hello to him.

He also shook hands one by one and came here.

After saying hello to the old man, Jiang Xuan pulled Ye Xingyi around him and said, "Mr. Zhao, this is my friend Ye Xingyi."

Ye Xingyi also reached out his hand and bowed respectfully: "Hello, I'm Ye Xingyi."

Zhao Lishi only took a look at Ye Xingyi and left without saying anything. He left Ye Xingyi and looked at his waist with outstretched hands. He was flattered and embarrassed. Other people's eyes were on her.

Ye Xingyi's face is feverish. He really wants to find a hole in the ground.

Jiang Tuo holds Ye Xingyi and stands up straight. At the same time, he gives warning eyes to those who stare here.

"It's OK, you don't care. I'm used to his strange temper. You'll know when you get familiar with him. Don't worry about it!" She whispered consolation.

"I see." Ye Xingyi forced himself to squeeze out a fairly good smile.

In the corner of her eyes, Yu Guang seems to see that Lin Qiumo is also looking at herself. When she goes to confirm, Lin Qiumo also draws back her eyes and lowers her head to say something to Mr. Zhao Lishi, who is sitting next to him.

Old Mr. Zhao Lishi looked at her again, but he didn't stay much.

At the end of the lunch, the old gentleman's students took out their own paintings one after another, and took the opportunity to ask the old gentleman for advice and encouragement.

Ye Xingyi also took his painting and stood outside the crowd.

At last, when it was her turn, she trembled in fear and dared not speak. She couldn't even tear off the seal.

It's Jiang Xuan who came to help and showed it to Mr. Li.

This time, Mr. Zhao Lishi took a few more eyes, but he still didn't say anything. Instead, he glared at Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Xun's face was full of confidence and said: "students, this is a pity, there are good seedlings, remember the teacher you, you see how good I am to you! What's more, ask the martial brothers present if they are very talented! "

Not to mention what happened to Ye Xingyi's painting, other students, who had been instructed by Mr. Zhao Lishi, agreed and nodded in Jiang's face.

Old Mr. Zhao Lishi tiger face, way: "you this smelly wench matter much!"

Jiang Xuan spits out his tongue mischievously.

Although there was no satisfactory expression on Zhao Lishi's face, fortunately, he looked at the painting more. In his heart, he also admitted that ye Xingyi had the wisdom of traditional Chinese painting, but it was not so easy to be his apprentice.

He has taught thousands of students without tens of thousands, and everyone only dares to respect and call him a teacher. There are only two people who call him a master.

It's not so easy for him to accept his apprentice with a few good words and a new painting.

Zhao Lishi didn't look at Ye Xingyi this time. He said to Lin Qiumo: "help me back at the end of autumn."

"Yes, master!" Lin Qiumo replied respectfully, and then put his hands on the old man's arm.

Before going out, he couldn't help looking back at Ye Xingyi. The little girl's face was shocked, and her clear and moving glass eyes were covered with water mist.

"Am I hopeless?" Ye Xingyi looks at the back of Mr. Zhao Lishi's leaving, and his spirit is very dispirited.

Jiang Xuan hesitated for a moment, or reached out and patted her on the shoulder, said: "it's human."

Ye Xingyi nodded and took a deep breath to calm his mood.

In Lin Qiumo's Bentley.

Lin Qiumo glanced at the master in the back seat through the rearview mirror and asked, "master, isn't she good at painting?"

Mr. Zhao Lishi opened his eyes when he heard the words, and his eyes were bright.

He asked, "what? You want to speak for her, too? What's the background of that little girl? Let you and Jiang Xuan come to talk to me! "

Lin Qiumo explained: "master, where do you think you are? That girl has no background at all. We recommend it to you just because she really has the gift of convenience. "

Shifu hates climbing relationships. Lin Qiumo knows this best, but Jiang Xuan doesn't recommend it, and ye Xingyi can't get to Shifu. This is also his dilemma.

The more he helps Ye Xingyi speak, the more disgusted the master is, which runs counter to their original intention.

"Hum!" Zhao Lishi snorted coldly and said frankly, "Jiang Xun has the heart of cherishing talents. I can believe it for the moment. But you, the way you look at other people's girls is not like that at all. I'm old, but I'm not blind! "