Ning Li pressed the center of her eyebrows helplessly.
Wang Yan is good at everything, but his temperament is too rigid.
He has said many times not to do this, but he still does it every time, very persistent.
She replied.
[I plan to have dinner with Mr. Yu in the evening.]
Studio, exhibition area.
Sheng Miao stood in front of the two paintings of Wei Songzhe and Sheng Ruxue, looked around, thoughtful.
"The little girl just now is really not from the Academy of Fine Arts? I think she understands these things quite well, and what she said makes sense."
When Sheng Ruxue heard this, her already bad mood became even worse.
She frowned slightly:
"Second uncle, even you think so?"
Sheng Miao also studied painting before. Although she changed careers later, her professionalism is still there.
He nodded.
"The one on the left is the painting of the boy just now, right? He is indeed stronger than you. Ruxue, you still need to work hard."
Sheng Ruxue had heard of Wei Songzhe's name.
Several teachers of professional courses have publicly praised him, saying that he is very talented.
It is very rare to receive such a compliment in the Academy of Fine Arts, which is full of talents.
Sheng Ruxue was almost the only freshman who could compete with him.
In fact, Sheng Ruxue was even more famous than him.
Because she is now Wang Yan's disciple.
This also made Sheng Ruxue subconsciously think that she was better than Wei Songzhe.
Of course, she would not be happy to hear such an evaluation suddenly.
Moreover, she had heard it said before that, unlike many art students, including her, who had received professional training since childhood, Wei Songzhe only started to learn painting in high school.
This made her feel even more uncomfortable.
Because this further demonstrates Wei Songzhe's talent.
She looked at Wang Yan:
"Master, do you think so too?"
Wang Yan was looking down at the phone, not knowing who he was sending a message to, he was very focused, and didn't hear her.
Sheng Ruxue bit her lip and didn't ask any more questions.
If Wei Songzhe is really better than her, why did the master accept her instead of Wei Songzhe
that is a painting
Sheng Miao thought about it, and suddenly said:
"However, why do I feel that the girl just now looks familiar?"
Sheng Ruxue paused and said:
"She is Ning Li, and she is also Ning."
Sheng Miao reacted for a moment, then suddenly regained consciousness.
"It turned out to be her!"
No wonder he felt as if he had seen it somewhere!
Figured this out, he laughed.
"No wonder, I said she should understand."
As a top designer promoted by G&S, Ning's talent beyond aesthetics is beyond doubt.
It is not surprising to be able to say the evaluation just now.
Sheng Ruxue's lips moved.
".Oil painting and fashion design are still different after all."
Her voice is very soft.
Sheng Miao patted her on the shoulder.
He knew Sheng Ruxue well, from childhood to adulthood, everything went smoothly, so his temperament was unavoidably proud.
"That's the way it is said, but to some extent, they also have something in common."
The Academy of Fine Arts also has a fashion design major, while Sheng Ruxue majors in painting.
"I've seen her night of thorns, indeed—" Sheng Miao sighed.
He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but Sheng Ruxue understood what he meant.
Looking at the reply on the phone, Wang Yan felt somewhat regretful.
If he had known this, he should have spared his time tonight.
But now he has made an appointment with Sheng Miao.
Ning Li seemed to know what he was thinking, and soon sent another message.
[Since Uncle Yan has friends coming, let's entertain them first. Let's meet again next time.]
Only then did Wang Yan breathe a sigh of relief.
That's right, since everyone is in the capital now, it's much more convenient than before if they want to meet each other.
He typed a line.
[Okay, then you and Master have a good get together. By the way, Master's blood sugar has been high again recently, please persuade me.]
Ning Li replied "OK".
Seeing this sentence, Wang Yan put the phone away in peace.
Wei Songzhe originally planned to invite Ning Li to dinner, but when she heard that she was going to Mr. Yu's house at night, he gave up.
He sent Ning Li to the craft building, but halfway there, he received a call from the instructor.
Ning Li asked him to go back, checked the time again, did not continue to go to the craft building, but called Yu Pingchuan directly.
Yu Pingchuan quickly picked it up.
"Ali?"
"Teacher Yu, have you finished class yet?"
"Just finished class, what's the matter?"
Ning Li stood by the roadside, looking at the fallen leaves piled up on the ground:
"I'm waiting for you at Zongqi Road now."
Yu Pingchuan was pleasantly surprised:
"Have you come to the Academy of Fine Arts?"
Ning Li only said that they would have dinner together at night, but she didn't mention this.
"Well, I'm here to meet a friend. It just so happens that you finish class and go back with you."
A few vague voices came from the phone, as if the students were greeting Yu Pingchuan.
Yu Pingchuan didn't expect to be treated like this today, he was very happy, and even returned to the student's voice much lighter.
"That's good! I'll go there now. Xiao Lin just bought the vegetables yesterday. Let's go back to the Shuiyuan family together."
Ning Li nodded:
"good."
After a while, a white car stopped in front of Ning Li.
Lin Yaohui was in charge of driving, and Yu Pingchuan was in the back row.
Ning Li got into the car.
The vehicle slowly drove out of the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts.
Water garden family.
As soon as he entered the door, Yu Pingchuan asked with a smile:
"What would Ari want to eat today? Xiao Lin bought a lot of things and put them in the refrigerator. Your painting has been sold successfully, so let's celebrate today!"
Ning Li went to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and took things out.
Celery, tomato, carrot.
Greens, bitter gourd, broccoli.
The smile on Yu Pingchuan's face gradually disappeared.
"Ah, Ari, are we going to eat this at night?"
Ning Li gave a faint "um" and looked back at him.
"Why, don't you think it's not enough?"
Yu Pingchuan had a bad intuition, looking at the pile of extremely bland ingredients, his whole body felt bad.
He nodded insincerely:
"Enough, enough."
Ning Li took the things to the kitchen and turned back again.
She reached for the back of the refrigerator.
Yu Pingchuan's heart skipped a beat, he just wanted to dissuade him, but it was already too late.
Apples, cherries, peaches.
Longan, lychee, passion fruit.
It's very deep, but it's not the first time Ning Li has done this, she is very skilled.
As more and more things were brought out, Yu Pingchuan became more and more uneasy.
boom.
The fridge door was closed.
Ning Li looked over calmly.
Yu Pingchuan took two steps back.
Lin Yaohui looked up at the ceiling, secretly regretting why he came to eat this meal!
"Is it tasty?"
Ning Li asked quietly,
"I met Uncle Yan today, and he said that your blood sugar is high again. If you think about it, these things should be delicious."
Yu Pingchuan struggled and said:
"I, I was given by Jinse Bay, I didn't buy it!"
Of course, he wouldn't say that it was something he had worked so hard to get.
"Oh, is it?"
Ning Li nodded, put them all in a bag, then walked aside, took out her cell phone and made a call.
Yu Pingchuan has a bad heart! Immediately go to stop.
"Ari! Ari! If you have something to say, talk it out! Why are you calling—"
The next moment, the phone was connected.
A deep and vicissitudes of life voice with a smile came from inside.
"Ali?"
Ning Li's voice was calm.
"Ms. Yu said that you gave those fruits, right?"
Yu Pingchuan covered his face in despair.
The voice on the other end of the phone also stopped abruptly.
"What did I tell you before, have you forgotten?"
The corners of Yu Pingchuan's eyes twitched wildly.
At this moment, Ning Li looked over.
Her tone was light, and she gave the final blow.
"Tomorrow, I will go to the First Affiliated College of Xijing University to register for Teacher Yu. You should come with me."
Today's time is uncertain
(end of this chapter)