Chapter 120

Ye Xingyi just took out his pen and paper, but before he could figure out what to draw, he heard a voice coming from somewhere, which seemed familiar.

She went around the other side of the villa with doubts, and saw from a distance that there was a gate on the other side. There was a Bentley car in front of the gate. Mr. Zhao Lishi and the middle-aged man were standing by a Bentley car, and they didn't know what to say.

Ye Xing moved his heart and thought that his chance had come. He hurriedly stepped forward and ran in the past.

Zhao Lishi sees Ye Xingyi running from the corner of his eye. He signals the housekeeper to open the door and quickly sits in.

"Oh, wait a minute, master." Ye Xingyi saw Zhao get on the bus, and he was worried and cried out.

If he's gone, what is she waiting for here?

Mr. Zhao Lishi was waiting for this opportunity. He told the driver, "drive!"

The performance of a good car is different. As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the car was like an arrow from the Xuan. Where could ye Xingyi run?

"Oh, don't go!" The leaf star moves toward the car that goes far away, the facial expression is sad.

Zhao looked at Ye Xingyi in the rearview mirror and made a funny gesture to keep the car. He raised a proud smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Let Zhao Kuang send my grandchildren to the amusement park, and say that my grandfather will accompany them outside for a day today“

"Yes, sir!"

Here, outside the villa, ye Xingyi knows it's impossible to call Mr. Zhao back. She stopped the housekeeper who wanted to enter the castle.

"Excuse me, did Mr. Zhao say when he would be back?"

The housekeeper stopped and said, "Sir didn't say when he would be back."

Didn't you say that?

Ye Xingyi frowned and asked reluctantly, "excuse me, what time does he come back on weekdays?"

"It's hard to say. Sometimes I come back very early, maybe I just go out, maybe I'll come back in an hour or two. But sometimes I come back at one or two in the morning. " The housekeeper talks nonsense with a smile, which makes it invisible that he is lying.

Seriously speaking, he was also Zhao Kuang's housekeeper. Except for the two times when Zhao Kuang got married and had children, Mr. Zhao Lishi never lived abroad.

The housekeeper didn't want to lie, but the old man insisted that he should do so.

"Ah? Is that so? " Ye Xingyi couldn't hide his disappointment, but he was very polite and said, "thank you for interrupting me."

"You're welcome!" The housekeeper kept smiling.

After saying goodbye to the housekeeper, Ye Xing moves back to the front door. The housekeeper's words make her dare not just leave. What if Mr. Zhao just goes out for a short time?

She took out her pen and paper again and planned to wait.

Time passed slowly, but when ye Xingyi was immersed in painting, it was not so hard.

But there are people in the villa who don't think so.

After Mr. Zhao Lishi left, Zhao Kuang called to ask his daughter-in-law to send the child to the old man. He himself took Lin Qiumo to play go with him.

Before they were in the same university, they were not only go enthusiasts, but also masters.

After three rounds of killing, Zhao kuangqi's abandoned son stopped playing?

"What's the matter?" Lin Qiumo did not know why.

Zhao Kuang was angry and said, "your mind is not here at all. You have lost two sets in three sets!"

Lin Qiumo picked eyebrows and said, "you are not happy when you win."

"Yes, I'm not happy. I want you to lose to me with your heart, not to lose to me without your mind."

At the end of autumn, Lin was speechless! What do you want? "

Zhao Kuang went to the window, took a look at Ye Xingyi, who was sitting on the stairs downstairs and was concentrating on painting, and said, "forget it, I won't go down today. I can see that the little girl's affairs are not settled for a while, and your heart is estimated to be the same. I said, "since you are so worried about her, why don't you go down and talk to her?"

Lin Qiumo also walked past, the vision sees the leaf star move downstairs.

After a long time, he murmured, "master will not be happy."

Zhao Kuang took a look at him and said, "I don't think it's the reason. Are you hurt when you meet love, that little girl doesn't like you?"

Lin stopped talking at the end of autumn.

If he doesn't say it, Zhao Kuang will take it as his acquiescence.

So, Zhao Kuang is more interested in Ye Xingyi. He says with great interest: "there are people who can't see Lin at the end of autumn in the world. I'm very curious. I'm going to ask her what she thinks."

Said, he turned to pose to go, Lin Qiumo a grasp of his arm.

He stared at Zhao Kuang's eyes and shook his head. His eyes were serious and serious. He said, "no!"

"Don't look at me like that. It's scary. If you don't go, you won't go!" Zhao Kuang and he have been friends for more than ten years. Naturally, tomorrow he will be serious, and he will not really go on.

But I can't help worrying about him.

"You don't really fall in love with one another, do you?" He asked tentatively.

Lin Qiumo didn't answer him, but the look out of the window already explained everything.

Zhao Kuang can't help shaking his head. The secret way is hopeless, hopeless

Ye Xingyi didn't know that there was a pair of eyes looking at her all the time.

She was immersed in the sudden burst of inspiration in her mind, painting accompanied her through the boring waiting.

She has been painting, completely do not know the passage of time, because of the blunder, did not bring food, in the middle of hunger to a few stomachache, but she was forced to endure the past.

When Mr. Zhao Lishi came back, it was already evening, and the sun was setting.

He saw through the window that ye Xingyi was still there, and his eyes were pleased to see her immersed in painting.

"Grandfather, who is that little sister over there?" His grandson and granddaughter also found the existence of Ye Xingyi. There was a stranger sitting at the door of his house. Naturally, they were very curious.

"Yes..." Mr. Zhao Li Shi stopped and said, "it's one of your grandfather's students."

The two children nodded with a smile. The younger sister said, "grandfather, that little sister is very beautiful. I like her. Grandfather, can you let her come home to play with me more in the future?"

"Good, good." Zhao Lishi patted his granddaughter's head lovingly and agreed.

Bentley car to the side door, two children want to find Ye Xingyi play, but let Zhao Lishi to stop, he let the housekeeper led two children into the house.

He himself went back to the painting, obviously immersed in the painting, did not realize that he came back to Ye Xing moving around.

He stood next to Ye Xingyi and watched quietly for a while. He had to admit that ye Xingyi's talent was much higher than he thought.

Ordinary people, like other students, such as those who have systematically studied oil painting and comics in primary school, will always have the old habit of drawing when they change to traditional Chinese painting.

As for these people, it's easy to start traditional Chinese painting, but if you want to paint better, it's hard to break through the shackles and get more benefits.

Fortunately, there is no Ye Xingyi.

On the contrary, when these become Ye Xing's traditional Chinese paintings, he can give himself more unexpected surprises.

Mr. Zhao Lishi thought about it and said, "do you really want to worship me as a teacher?"

"Ah Ye Xingyi is absorbed in the painting, and is scared to scream by the sudden voice.

When she saw that it was Mr. Zhao Lishi, she quickly hid her painting behind her and stood up to say hello.

"Hello, master."

Zhao Lishi looked at her and said, "come in with me!"

Ye Xingyi stood in the same place and couldn't believe what she heard. She raised her hand and slapped herself. The applause was clear, which attracted the attention of Mr. Zhao Lishi and the housekeeper.

It's not an illusion, is it?

Ye Xingyi smiles at them and says he's OK.

Zhao Lishi shakes his head and takes back his eyes. Ye Xingyi vomits his tongue secretly and follows him into the villa.

Villa decoration is also a typical Western style, hanging on the wall painting is basically oil painting.

This is not like a kind of decoration that Mr. Zhao Lishi would like.

The place where he lives should be antique, and the wall should be decorated with landscape paintings.

Ye Xingyi couldn't figure it out. Old Mr. Zhao Lishi seemed to see through her ideas. He rarely explained, "this is my son's favorite style."

"Oh." Ye Xingyi nodded respectfully.

So she understood. When colleagues told her about Mr. Zhao's deeds, they said that Mr. Zhao Kuang, the son of Mr. Zhao, did not inherit his old man's legacy, but engaged in Western art trade.

"Sit down!"

After Mr. Zhao Lishi sat down, he also motioned for ye Xingyi to sit down.

"Yes Ye Xingyi is busy, because she is nervous, she only does half a butt on the sofa.

At this time, the housekeeper and the servant brought tea,

Ye Xingyi took it respectfully and said, "thank you!"

Zhao Lishi sipped his tea and put it on the glass tea table at hand. He looked up and down at Ye Xingyi, but he didn't speak, but his eyes were full of dignity, and the pressure of seeing ye Xingyi doubled.

She felt that her back was sweating. She clenched her teeth to squeeze out a proper smile. She warned herself again and again, don't be nervous, don't be nervous

"I know what you're here for." Old Mr. Zhao Lishi finally opened his mouth. He chose to get to the point: "you want me to accept you as an apprentice, but you can't?"

Ye Xingyi asked pleasantly, "really?"

Mr. Zhao Lishi frowned and said, "listen to me."

"Sorry, I'm so nervous." Ye Xingyi apologizes, and his face is burning.

"As for you, your talent is pretty good. A little teaching is promising, but what? I have my own opinion. You can study under my door first. You can be called a teacher just like Jiang Xun. If you want to be my close disciple, you need another examination. Would you like to? "

"Yes, yes!" Ye Xingyi said quickly.

In this way, she is really satisfied. Originally, she didn't intend to hope today. It's a good thing that many people can't think of as a student of Mr. Zhao Lishi.

As for becoming a close disciple, she will continue to work hard.

"Well!" Zhao Lishi nodded, his eyes revealed wisdom, "you can call me teacher instead."

Ye Xingyi listened to his painting and felt excited again.

She suddenly felt a little thirsty. Ye Xingyi took a deep breath and calmed himself down. After licking his lips, he called respectfully, "teacher!"