and live with spring

Chapter 50 Becoming a Model

Yan Zheng sighed, took her hand, and said softly, "My lady just needs to relax, and I will leave the rest to my husband."

Yan Wanwan raised her face to look at his face against the light, the sun shot from the back of his head, as if covering his whole body with a halo, those beautiful eyebrows and eyes were full of spring light, making it even more moving.She gave a low "um", Yan Zheng raised his hand, and touched her cheek very quickly. Before she could react, he had already pulled back.

She stared blankly at his figure re-entering the pavilion, her mind suddenly went blank, and it took a while before she remembered why she was here at this time, doing such a thing.

At that time, Lu Heng smiled and asked her for help——

"This Qin Sihai is a very thoughtful businessman. Xueliuzhuang takes the elegant way, and is most liked by those arty people. The plaque mentioned by Xue'an at the door is highly respected by those literati, come and taste it There are quite a few people here. Do you think that he invited Xue'an to come here several times, is it really out of gratitude?"

"Get to the point!" There was refreshment on the table, Yan Zheng poured a cup of tea for Yan Wanwan, and pushed the teacup and a plate of her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cakes towards her.

Yan Wanwan lowered her head and glanced at him again.His brows and eyes were usually light and easy-going, and when he noticed her gaze, he raised his eyebrows and smiled.She understood what Lu Heng meant. Didn't it mean that Qin Sihai wanted to use Yan Zheng as a living sign to make a lot of money?But she knew that his handwriting was good, but she didn't expect to be so admired by those literati?
After Yan Zheng's plain words, Lu Heng didn't dare to speak again, and cut straight to the point, "This time Xue'an is here, Qin Sihai's profiteer must have already spread the matter out, and there must be a lot of people crushing it." I took the gold-plated post with my head. I mean, some of the guests who came back this time should be here for Xue'an. He himself is the biggest gimmick. He only needs to stand outside to attract people. Keep your eyes open. Of course, if you add Xue’an’s wife, it will be easier. As for the others, they will follow the crowd..."

Yan Wanwan understands, isn't it just to let Yan Zheng and her go to attract attention, and use people's herd mentality to attract attention to them, so that he and Xiang Ye can find such things?
In this way, things will be much more convenient, so Yan Wanwan thought for a while and agreed.This is how the present scene came about.

Yan Zheng proposed to make a painting for her, and spread it out in the garden.Qin Sihai was really prepared. As soon as he heard that Yan Zheng was going to paint for his wife, he immediately made arrangements, and in a short while put a long case in the pavilion, and all kinds of painting tools and paints were readily available.

The news got out that Mr. Xue'an, who had signed the name of the villa, was going to paint for his wife. The villa, which Yan Wanwan felt quiet when he came here, suddenly became lively for some reason. She didn't even know who these people were. Out of nowhere.In short, like mushrooms after a spring rain, everyone crowded around the pavilion to watch the excitement.

It was the first time to be a model, and Yan Wanwan couldn't get used to it for a while, and she didn't even know where to put her hands and feet.

It wasn't until she seemed to have been molested openly by Yan Zheng in public, after she was stunned, she gritted her teeth and broke the jar.Forget it, isn't it just to be a model?He, a banished immortal, can go down to the mortal world and start a rascal's business, how can she be worse than him?

He said let her relax, so let her relax!Simply pretending that they didn't exist, turned sideways, turned to look not far away, and admired the scenery in the garden.She wanted to see what kind of picture he could draw.

It's just that after a while, she got tired of standing. Yan Zheng was like a prophet. When he came over just now, he brought a brocade stick and put it at her feet. Sitting down generously.

Once you sit down, you never want to get up again.This mountain is really nice, the outside of the mountain is hot and hot, but under the shade of the mountain, there is a smell of smoke and drunkenness, with the fragrance of flowers slowly lingering around the ends of hair and ears, making people's eyelids feel heavy—drowsy.

Yan Wanwan doesn't make things difficult for herself, if she can't hold on, then she won't hold on, these people admire his calligraphy so much, and now they are watching him paint, if he can't paint for a while, let's see how embarrassing he is.

With a narrow mind, she bent her knees, raised her arms to hug her, slowly leaned her head on her arms, and closed her eyes.

Everyone in the pavilion was surprised, Yan Zheng who stood behind the long case looked at her who was sleeping peacefully in full view, with surprise, joy, and helplessness in his eyes, and then he smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.

Yan Wanwan didn't really fall asleep, but was a little lazy, too lazy to move, too lazy to maintain a clear mind to put on a show, as if she had drunk half a pot of wine and was already slightly tipsy.

She didn't pay attention to her surroundings, and naturally she didn't know the exclamations and whispers from the people in the pavilion from time to time, intertwined into one piece.She just frowned, feeling a little annoying, buzzing, where did a group of flies come from?
Until the hem of the skirt was pulled by something, and something rubbed against her feet, she finally opened her eyes unbearably disturbed, and looked down, but she was caught off guard by a pair of amber eyeballs, and she couldn't help being startled. one jump.

At some point, a snow-white kitten crouched at her feet, and each of them stared at each other for a moment. The cat let out a "meow" and rubbed its fluffy head against the edge of her skirt.

I don't know if it's because of the name "Little Fish", but she was a little afraid of this little furry thing, so she stood up abruptly, and took two steps to the side.

This movement was very abrupt, everyone in the pavilion noticed it, and Yan Zheng could see it even more clearly, with a slight frown between his brows, he slowly rolled up the dried drawing paper in front of him.

The people on the other end who had diverted their attention for a moment because of Yan Wanwan's movements all came back to their senses because of his movements. Some of them said, "Mr. Xue'an, don't go! Just ask how much this painting costs. !"

"I said, this painting is not for sale!" Yan Zheng said with a light smile, his tone was gentle and clear, but his tone was firm, and there was no room for change.

"No...Mr. Xue'an, I really like this painting...President Qin, please help persuade Mr. Xue'an to cut it off!" The man hurriedly said to Qin Sihai.

Qin Sihai was also envious of the painting, but... his eyes flashed twice, but he didn't speak, but discouraged the man, "This painting is Mr. Xue'an's wife. He is not willing to give up his love. Mr. Rong still wants to give up his love." Don't embarrass Mr. Xue'an."

Yan Zheng had already rolled up the painting, bowed to everyone in the pavilion to bid farewell, then took the painting and strode away towards Yan Wanwan.

The Master Rong said loudly behind him, "Mr. Xue'an, at least let me taste it carefully!"

However, Yan Zheng strode away as if he didn't hear him.

Qin Sihai seemed to take a side step unintentionally, blocking the crowd.

Master Rong grabbed him again and said, "This Mr. Xue'an is a master of calligraphy and painting, I wonder if Chairman Qin might help recommend one or two?"

(End of this chapter)