Sitting in the car, Mo Yisheng was still asking, "What happened to the studio?"
Nothing happened to the studio, it was you who was going to have an accident.
Thinking of that pretending Sun Yan, Yan Hai'an was a little tired, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and waving the other hand, signaling to talk about it later. Mo Yisheng sat quietly obediently, knowing that he had something to worry about, so he stopped asking. He knew that he only knew how to draw, and it was right to leave the other things to Yan Hai'an.
Quickly sorting out his thoughts, Yan Hai'an said directly to Mo Yisheng: "That Mr. Sun just now is not the same as us, so we should avoid meeting in the future."
Mo Yisheng asked: "Why? I think he is not bad?"
Yan Hai'an looked at Mo Yisheng lovingly. Sometimes he himself was very contradictory. On the one hand, he felt that Mo Yisheng's character was very cute and valuable, but on the other hand, he felt that Mo Yisheng was so ignorant in this kind of society. It is too dangerous.
... I can only watch more for myself for the time being.
Yan Hai'an thought for a while, and said vaguely: "His family is complicated, and it is a trouble. You just concentrate on painting."
Mo Yisheng had no objection to this point.
Over the years, he has developed a habit of leaving troubles to Yan Hai'an, and everything will be at ease. Yan Hai'an had to worry. Of course, he didn't want Mo Yisheng to be touched by some people, nor did he want to offend people who shouldn't be offended and hurt Mo Yisheng's future.
Putting this worry to the bottom of his heart for the time being, Yan Haian arranged the work of the studio so that Mo Yisheng could concentrate on creation. After renewing the contract with the landlord, Yan Haian made a special trip to find Li Qing.
Li Qing was usually busy with socializing, so he specially left time for Yan Haian to wait in the office. When Yan Hai'an entered, Li Qing was sitting on a chair with a lady's cigarette in his hand, tilting his head a little, he was charming. Her eyes fell on Yan Hai'an's hand: "Hey, come here, and bring any gifts. Just sit there."
Yan Haian put the things on the coffee table: "I heard you mention the cakes from this shop last time, and I just brought them along the way."
Li Qing got up from behind the desk and sat in front of Yan Hai'an: "I just heard our little sisters chatting, and I said something by the way, thanks for being so thoughtful. Give it to the little sisters outside for a while, let them I remember you a favor."
After finishing speaking, he pointed to the tea set next to him: "Make what you want to drink yourself. You know I'm lazy."
She watched Yan Hai'an take a dip in Tieguanyin, his movements were smooth and not fancy, just like this person, everything was just right, very appropriate.
"Every time Yisheng comes here, those little sisters will be crazy for a while." Li Qing brushed her hair, and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, "If you want me to say, this is young, I don't know What is really good, if I were younger than ten years old, I would come back to you."
It is undeniable that Yan Haian and Mo Yisheng are easily overlooked when they stand together. He is not as brilliant as Mo Yisheng, like a diamond who doesn't know how to hide himself. Standing there, he is like a quiet tree, tall and straight, but restrained. This kind of restraint is not shyness or cowardice. On the contrary, it is powerful. For some people, it has a charm that makes people want to last forever. .
Yan Hai'an smiled embarrassedly, and as a response to this sentence, the topic changed to what happened a few days ago: "We left just like that that day, didn't we cause trouble for you?"
Li Qing understood that what he really wanted to ask was whether Sun Yan would make trouble for them, and shook his head: "I understand you, Yisheng must protect this child well. Although his like that can be regarded as a selling point, he first painted me But it was sold like that, don’t be surprised, I’m just a businessman.”
Of course Yan Hai'an would not be offended, on the contrary he still understood Li Qing: "I understand, everyone wants to eat."
"That's not it." Li Qing smiled, and got straight to the point, "The matter in Sun Yan's family was quite popular in the past, and it was somewhat a legend. It is unlucky to say that this plane accident occurred within a year. How many times? It was just that small, and his parents caught up. He was studying in the United States, and his family rushed over to see him. Fortunately, his brother couldn't leave because of something, otherwise it would be a big deal."
The subsequent development is like a TVB drama. The two young people in the Sun family, a behemoth that started from real estate, were not taken down by someone who cared about it, and finally took power. Although there were relatives who helped, but those two were also amazing. .
"Don't mess with him." Li Qing nodded Yan Hai'an, "Sun Ling doesn't care about him, and will help him. The two brothers of the Sun family are not good at it, but luckily he loves to play, and he still plays with principles. He doesn't bother to bully men and women, and he is willing to play. He is coaxed by Xu Ke now, and I don't know how Xu Ke caught up with him. He can't care about Yi Sheng for the time being. Just keep Yi Sheng hidden. It’s over, the nobleman forgets more, and it will be fine after a while.”
Yan Haian rubbed his forehead, he was really the worst person, how could he be so unlucky: "I see, thank you."
Li Qing tentatively comforted her: "The water in this circle is deep, and this kind of thing may not happen again in the future, just get used to it."
The more glamorous the more filthy and filthy he is, Yan Hai'an is also mentally prepared, but it's one thing for him to face what he has to face, and another thing for Mo Yisheng to be touched.
Coming out of Li Qing's gallery, Yan Hai'an brought the same cake back to the studio when he rushed back, and he was greeted warmly by a group of little sisters.
Their instant studio is not responsible for systematic teaching, it just allows adults who are interested in painting to copy a famous painting, and the instructor will watch it beside them. They don't need to be too advanced, so they are all students from the Academy of Fine Arts. I do part-time jobs and pay less. Of course, sometimes Yan Haian will play when there is not enough staff, and Mo Yisheng will help when he is interested, especially for those children brought by their parents, he can always have a good time with them.
"Has Yi Sheng not come down yet?" Yan Hai'an left a piece and asked the girl at the front desk, "Have you had lunch yet?"
The little girl shook her head: "Teacher Mo has been in the studio."
Yan Hai'an sighed, and he didn't blame the younger sister, he knew Mo Yisheng's character of not caring about it once he started painting. He looked around the store and thought there was nothing wrong with it, so he went up the spiral staircase to the second floor.
This is a bright and empty room with a semi-industrial design, the ceiling has not been specially decorated, the walls are painted white, and three paintings are hung side by side, which should look like a set. The south-facing floor-to-ceiling windows occupy the entire wall, and there is a fabric three-seater sofa in the corner, which is placed in a strange position, as if it was placed there casually, but you can enjoy the sun when you sit down, and you can just see The front of the canvas.
Against the other wall, there is a large log table covered with draft paper.
Mo Yisheng was sitting by the window, with an easel and canvas in front of him, and he was concentrating on painting. Yan Hai'an didn't disturb him right away, but put the cake and the plastic bag containing Coke on the table, and first sorted out the scattered drafts, which were all design drafts. It was obvious that Mo Yisheng wanted to draw a big scene. He is a very academic classical painting, with reasonable composition and beautiful images in the picture. This painting with many figures does not appear crowded and chaotic at all, but has a comfortable balance in the enthusiasm.
Yan Haian went around and sat down on the sofa behind Mo Yisheng, watching Mo Yisheng paint. It wasn't until the sunlight shining on the ground moved a certain distance, and he estimated that it would be almost time to come to an end, then he interrupted: "Yi Sheng, come and eat something."
When Mo Yisheng was interrupted by him, he rubbed his face with his palm, glanced out of the window, and then turned around, his face still blank.
Yan Hai'an got up and went to the table to get drinks and cakes, knowingly asked: "Have you eaten yet?"
"I didn't expect it to be so late." Mo Yisheng put away his brush and palette, and rubbed his face next to Yan Haian, his chin was stained with paint, which made him look defenseless.
Yan Hai'an helplessly reached out to wipe him off: "Go and wash your hands, come and eat some cake."
Mo Yisheng obediently went to the bathroom, Yan Haian rolled up his sleeves and put away his used pens, and put them into the metal pen washing bucket at the foot of the easel, which was half filled with pen washing liquid, Yan Haian took a look , and can be used several times.
Suddenly piano music sounded in the room, and the sound was muffled. Yan Hai'an looked up and searched around, and finally took out Mo Yisheng's phone from the gap between the sofa cushions, and he didn't know when it fell into it.
Mo Yisheng had nothing to say to Yan Haian, Yan Haian just glanced at the strange number and answered: "Hello, how are you?"
"Is Yi Sheng?" The male voice seemed to lower his voice on purpose, which created a little ambiguous atmosphere, "How is the painting?"
Question marks flashed across Yan Hai'an's forehead one after another, and he suddenly realized who this person was. He said politely, "Mr. Sun."
There was silence for a moment, and Sun Yan asked arrogantly, "Who are you?"
I don't know where he got Mo Yisheng's phone call, Yan Haian was anxious and said calmly, "I'm Mo Yisheng's friend, and he's in the bathroom now. What's the matter, Mr. Sun?"
"Oh, I remembered. That person standing next to Mo Yisheng that day?" Sun Yan laughed, "Where is your studio?"
"Does Mr. Sun want to see the painting?" Yan Hai'an also smiled, "How about this, let Yi Sheng make a rough draft for Mr. Sun to read, and it will not be too late for Mr. Sun to make a decision after reading it. It is too early now."
Even through the microphone, the indifference in Sun Yan's words was very clear: "You know what I'm here for, don't get in the way."
Yan Haian couldn't help but rubbed the bridge of his nose, his voice was still patient and kind in a business style: "I don't understand what Mr. Sun is talking about."
Sun Yan sneered: "Okay, I don't understand sir, tell Yi Sheng that I will come to visit in a few days."
Yan Haian was no longer given a chance to speak, and the phone was hung up.
Yan Haian looked at the phone and let out a long breath: "It's really troublesome..."