grandpa is not sick

Chapter 28 The First Approach (2)
what to do?Seeing his nervous appearance, she actually had the feeling that she was bullying him, and bullying was so refreshing. ... Well, although she is always the one who gets scolded.

Fu Yixun's brown eyes widened, staring fixedly at her feet on his desk, but was quickly attracted by her mischievous smirk in her eyes, so he The expression was twisted and tangled, as if he didn't know whether to stand still and let her "soil" his table, or rush up to accuse her and make her put her foot down.So after being frozen in place for almost half a minute, he suddenly turned around and walked up the second floor, cursing, "I can't believe it! It's unreasonable! Crazy!..."

The cursing sound could still be faintly heard from upstairs until Fu Yixun's footsteps disappeared.

Fu Qingliu smiled amusedly, wondering if he had gone upstairs to calm down, stood up and wandered around on the first floor, there are many things to see in such an exquisite room, the one placed in the wall The cyan dragon-pattern belly vase is extremely fine in workmanship, and the touch is as delicate as suet jade. I don't know which dynasty or which master it is. Fu Qingliu has never been interested in antiques, but this vase seems to have an indelible feeling. Eye-opening magic, but in the grid not far from it is a bottle of red wine from 1740, and a bouquet of dried red and white roses in the past, which is strange but unexpectedly suitable for a beautiful arrangement.

She followed the paintings on the wall or the objects in the wall grid, and walked to a room without knowing it. Because it was a glass door, she could see the scenery inside at a glance. This is a studio that paid a ten-year salary ?She was interested, but of course she would not do something impolite or even upbringing like entering someone's room without their permission, let alone this is an important studio.

Just as he was about to go back to the sofa and sit, a white and beautiful male hand like a pottery was pressed against the glass door. The temperature of the palm made a palm print with a bit of heat on the transparent and cold glass, and the door was pushed open. .

Fu Qingliu turned her head to one side, and her eyes were filled with white, soft cloth with a very clean smell of washing powder, sweeping across her face from the tip of her nose, making her in a trance for a moment, waiting for her When he came back to his senses, Fu Yixun had already passed by her and walked into the studio. He walked down the white stairs and looked at her below. His calm brown eyes were sharp, as if he could hide all his emotions inside.

"What are you in a daze for? Come down quickly."

"Oh." He has only met three times in total, but Fu Qingliu has inexplicably gotten used to the huge contrast between his calm appearance and his nervousness. Seeing that he changed his clothes, he was wearing a slightly loose white shirt with a loose hem. It was not tucked into the trousers, and all of the beautiful brown half-length curly hair was tied back, revealing a full forehead and a handsome face as delicate as a blade.

Seeing him take out an easel and drawing board, Fu Qingliu frowned, "You don't want me to be your model, do you?"

"You can move as you like, as long as you don't go out of my sight." He sat on the round chair, looking down at the palette, as if he had already entered the working state.

Really, in this case, it would be easy to handle. She originally wanted to see what kind of help he needed from her. If he could help, she could ask him to be her model in return.

"In this case, how about being a model for me when you're done?"

"You?" He stirred the palette and looked up at Fu Qingliu, with a hint of sneer in his eyes, just like Fu Qingliu didn't expect Fu Yixun to be such a man, and Fu Yixun didn't think that this was an obscenity What kind of artist would a perverted, lewd, vulgar, and unrestrained woman be, and what kind of artistic talent does she have, but he suddenly thought of something, his eyes flickered, and he looked away, "Yes."

Did this woman deliberately want to get more involved with art so that she could get closer to him?Tsk - it's so obvious that she's not reserved at all, but considering how hard she worked, it's not impossible to condescend to her. Of course, he won't laugh at her too much, after all, you can't expect a gallery manager to suddenly It is impossible to be a painter even with the miraculous impetus of love.

Now that the painting has settled down, Fu Qingliu feels in a good mood. Since Fu Yixun said that she can move around at will, she unceremoniously began to watch the master's studio. As a person who has been surrounded by crowds since childhood, Fu Qing Liu completely ignored the sight that fell on her from time to time, without a trace or pressure.

There are no completed works in this studio. Before Fu Yixun, he spent most of his time either in Hong Kong City or in the UK. In the past two years, he only stayed in Qingshi for a very short period of time, so this studio is obviously only occasional. Only used, and not just for painting.

Seeing that there were pottery clay and related pottery machines on the other side, Fu Qingliu, who had been wandering around the studio for a few minutes and couldn't get close to Fu Yixun to watch him draw, felt bored, his eyes lit up slightly, and asked Fu Yixun Xun, "Can I play this?"

"It's up to you." Fu Yixun took the time to look at the small pile of clay from the corner of his eye.

So Fu Qingliu excitedly pulled up a small chair and started kneading the clay, and then put the clay on the machine. She wanted to make a pen holder—actually it was an ordinary cylinder—she had never played with this thing before. , When watching TV or watching others make it, she always finds it very easy. Just hold the sides with her hands and let the clay turn on the machine by itself. It turns out that she thought it was too simple.

First of all, she made the clay too soft in the first step, and the pen holder couldn't even stand up, and it would collapse soon after standing up.So she re-added some dry clay like kneading dough, and continued to knead, but it turned out to be too hard, and then continued to add water, but it was too soft. She spent time kneading the clay, not only did not see half a cylinder, but the heat His nose was sweating and his cheeks were flushed. When he wiped off the sweat, his face was dirty, like a little tabby cat.

Fortunately, Fu Qingliu only has a bad temper when he is painting, so there is no need to worry about her suddenly throwing away the things that have been paid for for ten years. She is very patient and continues to work with clay, and the pile of clay is getting bigger and bigger. ...

When Fu Yixun came to his senses, he had unconsciously drawn a line that would destroy the entire picture on the drawing paper, but he was strangely not displeased, and his eyes fell on the soft and disobedient Fu Qingliu, who was fighting tenaciously against the clay, threw the paintbrush into the pen holder after a while, stood up and walked over.

"How can you be so stupid?"

Fu Qingliu heard the melodious sigh of a man behind her, and in the next second, a pair of hands stretched out from behind and covered her hands holding the clay, and then the clay, which was always about to collapse, suddenly became obedient Get up, a cylinder slowly transforms into shape...

(End of this chapter)