grandpa is not sick

Chapter 14 The Duck Runs Away (1)
A cotton swab dipped in alcohol gently wiped the small wound on the elbow to disinfect it, and then put on a bandage. Fu Qingliu changed into the black blouse she wore when painting, walked to the curtain and pulled it. The sun blocked by the curtain flooded in like a flood. Enter the house and warm up the room.

Here is Fu Qingliu's studio on the second floor of the inner corridor. When she walks out of the French sliding window, she can see the lotus pond below. There are several potted plants on the balcony, and occasionally dragonflies land on the petals.

There were many paintings covered by white curtains, as well as rows of easels and drawing boards. Fu Qingliu took a new drawing board and put it on the easel, sandwiched a piece of clean white paper, and sat with his back facing the sun. On the tall round chair, after adjusting the colorful colors in the palette, he suddenly paused, and the extremely delicate but not feminine face appeared in his mind, as well as the hazy dream-like back. In my mind, an aristocrat who came out of ancient Europe stepped on the rings of time, stepping gracefully and dignifiedly into this colorful and materialistic modern age...

Her vision seemed to be empty, and she looked through the drawing paper to see a light-year far away. The paintbrush in her hand slowly drew a touch of mysterious dark purple on the paper...

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"Bang!" I don't know if it was the fourth or fifth time, Fu Qingliu kicked down the drawing board in front of her again. She stood up and walked around the studio violently. It was already dark outside, and her stomach was empty. But he didn't have the slightest appetite to eat, so he walked to the drawing boards on the ground and squatted down after a while.

Every drawing board is full of paintings that are almost ready to take shape. What an attractive and wonderful color it is, but it always gets stuck in a third of the way and becomes something wrong, because every time I go there, the That hazy and beautiful figure would suddenly turn around and yell at her, "Dirty! Pervert!", and then her hands would tremble accordingly, so the painting failed again and again.

Fu Qingliu put his hands in his hair and held his head, his whole face wrinkled in confusion, "Really..." Why couldn't that figure just stand still?As long as he doesn't move, she can definitely draw it!

"Knock knock knock!"

"Dumping!" Chi Fei's voice sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole. The door opened, and Chi Fei appeared at the door with such a face, "You didn't eat because of painting again? Last time because You want to go to the hospital with a stomachache, do you want it to happen again?"

Fu Qingliu looked at him with his head in his arms, stood up and walked over to take another drawing board, "I'll eat it later."

"Come on, you, put down the drawing board, and go to dinner with me right away." Chi Fei came over, grabbed the drawing board in her hand, and looked down at the few paintings she had discarded, his eyes widened, flashing a bit of surprise , even if this is an incomplete painting in its infancy, he, who has a certain ability to appreciate paintings, can see how charming it will be if it is completely painted. The word became famous in the European art world!However, he could also see that Fu Qingliu had encountered a bottleneck that he couldn't get past.

"Okay, I know you want to finish the painting, but it's just a waste of paper to force it. Let's go and eat first." Rong Fu Qingliu grabbed her arm and went out.

Fu Qingliu was pulled out of the studio, but her passion didn't seem to leave the studio with her, she was always like this, when she wasn't painting, she would always look slow The shape of the lungs.

She was sitting in the office, and there was Chi Fei in front of her packing the meals for her. Chi Fei answered the phone outside, and the excited voice came in, Xiao Yang stuck his head in through the door, cautiously Looking at her carefully, "Manager..."

(End of this chapter)