"You have met Tao Chuxue."

When Ji Chen called, Chen Yang was lying on the sofa, smoking a cigarette and looking out the window. This posture has been going on for two days. There is nothing outside the window, no, the sun is shining brightly outside the window, and the birds are chirping noisily...

"Yeah!" Chen Yang snorted lowly.

The sound of electricity on the phone was clearly visible.

"The day after tomorrow, I'll come back and have a meal together."

"good."

In the old place, Chen Yang opened the door familiarly, and Ji Chen was on the phone.

"...Okay, that's it. You decide what happens next. If you can't make up your mind, call me again."

Ji Chen greeted Chen Yang with his eyes and quickly ended the call.

Chen Yang pulled open his collar, looked for the air conditioner, and lowered the temperature by two degrees. He still seemed to feel hot, so he pulled out the chair under the air conditioner and sat under it, blowing cold air.

Ji Chen glanced at it and seemed to disagree, but he didn't say anything.

"The matter in South Korea has not been settled yet?" Chen Yang asked.

"It's almost done. All that's left is the finishing work. This Korean company is too stupid, its procedures are meticulous, and it's picky about everything. Annoy them!"

"Korean companies have always been like this. Korean companies are always better than Japanese companies."

"That's true."

…

"Tao Chuxue,..., what did she say?"

After eating, the two moved to the sofa aside. Chen Yang, who was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed on the chair, looked at Ji Chen. Ji Chen's eyes flashed with worry.

"No. Didn't say anything!"

Chen Yang rubbed the back of the sofa and said quietly.

"From now on," Ji Chen said, "see less of her!"

"Um!"

Chen Yang responded in a low voice and looked at an oil painting of a vase filled with flowers hanging on the opposite wall. The painting was quite beautiful, red and green. But Chen Yang just couldn't appreciate it. Still, Chinese painting has more charm.

It's been a long time since she went to art exhibitions. Tao Chuxue likes to go to art exhibitions and listen to operas. She seems to like all elegant things. I wonder who will accompany her to the opera now? That's really a terrible thing. It makes people want to sleep, but they still can't fall asleep. Every time, I always drag Ji Chen along. Ji Chen likes it very much...

Chen Yang looked towards Ji Chen and met Ji Chen's worried eyes...

"Don't worry, I won't fall into the same trap. I'm not stupid." Chen Yang chuckled.

Ji Chen pursed his lips and said nothing.

You're not stupid, you just have a soft heart sometimes. I'm afraid that if she pesters you, you will eventually fall into her trap.

…

"Hey! Are you drawing?"

"Um!"

"Is it a real painting?"

"Um!"

"oh!"

Xu Ling carefully took a peek at Yinuo. Yinuo was sitting in front of the easel expressionlessly, observing the landscape painting with only the outline in front of him, his expression serious.

Xu Ling stuck out her tongue, glanced at the painting she had just started, then took a step to the side, tilted her head, and looked at Yinuo.

Yinuo was still staring at the paintings, his hands kept busy with the paint and shuttled between the paintings.

A few minutes later, Yinuo stopped, put away his things, and covered the canvas. Xu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but did not look back.

Yinuo glanced at Xu Ling, who had a nervous look on his face and looked at him, but did not explain immediately. Yinuo packed up his things in an orderly manner, thinking about how to tell Xu Ling about this, always feeling a little embarrassed.

Xu Ling followed Yinuo step by step.

Yinuo took the palette and pen to the bathroom to rinse them and drain them. He took out the paper towel and tried to wipe it clean, then walked to the small room and put it next to the easel. After leaving the small room, Yinuo went to the kitchen, washed his hands, opened the refrigerator, and took out two bottles of milk, one pure milk and one bottle of kefir.

"Do you want to drink it?" Yinuo handed one of the bottles of yogurt to Xu Ling, who had been following him.

"Of course."

Xu Ling grabbed the milk, but did not drink it directly. The milk bottle was held in her hand and turned around, but her eyes kept staring at Yinuo Gululu.

Yinuo glanced at Xu Ling and went to his room.

Xu Ling quickly followed.

Yinuo glanced at the small bed. Yueyue was still sleeping, with her little arms stretched out of the thin blanket. The weather was hot, so Yinuo didn't care about her.

Yinuo walked to the window and sat down. He was tired from always raising his hands, so he stretched his wrists.

Xu Ling hurriedly pulled up a small stool and sat in front of Yinuo, staring blankly as she waited for Yinuo's explanation.

Yinuo glanced over, hey! She knew that this guy was not easy to fool, and if she didn't understand him, how could she let him go?

"Ahem" Yinuo coughed twice awkwardly.

"Why are you staring at me?" Yinuo asked bluffingly.

"Painting?" Xu Ling asked with a strange smile.

"What's wrong with painting? I used to paint a lot."

"That was before, now?"

"Now I want to draw again!" Yinuo said, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Want to draw?!" Xu Ling moved over with the small bench, got close to Yinuo, raised her head and looked at Yinuo, and asked, "Why do you want to draw again?"

"Move aside, your saliva is squirting on my face." Yinuo pushed Xu Ling's curious face away, "It's been a long time. Am I still staying in the pit and not getting out? It's not like that." Peach Blossom Spring.”

"Hey! Come out, come out." The face that was pushed away turned back, "How did you come out of the trap?"

Yinuo picked up Yueyue's toy on the windowsill, a plastic little yellow duck that screamed when she pinched it. Yueyue really likes to play, and she keeps pinching every time, as if there is really a little yellow duck being bullied by her. Yinuo didn't pinch it, just played with it in his hand.

"It's nothing." Yinuo said softly, "All emotions have to give way to reality."

"Reality?" Xu Ling didn't understand.

"Zihe's mother came to make trouble again, so I thought it would be better to move. Here she can come and make trouble whenever she wants. Su Zihe's mother may not listen to what Su Zihe said, and besides, he has to go to work, so her mother comes to make trouble. He may not have time to persuade her mother. This is not a problem. I think so! If I have money, I will buy a house and move. If we move, she will not be able to trouble us. Now I think of painting. "

Xu Ling frowned, and then she nodded again.

"It doesn't cost so much to change a house, but it's quite troublesome to sell the house and then buy it again. I thought that if painting can make money, then I will paint, and when I make some money, I will buy a smaller one. The house needs to be moved. Besides, there will be more places to use money in the future, so I have to make more money. So, I decided to paint." Yinuo explained.

"Oh!" Xu Ling thought for a while and said, "I have one hundred thousand yuan in hand, and I can borrow two to three hundred thousand from my parents. Where do you plan to buy a house? Have you read it?"

Yinuo looked at Xu Ling gratefully and said, "Don't be in a hurry, I haven't looked at it yet. I've just finished painting and practice my skills first. I'll contact Dean Zhang in two days. When the painting is sold and the money is available, I'll buy it. Buy one first. A smaller house. Wait until Yueyue grows up before changing the house. The house price is really expensive now. It costs several million! If the painting cannot be sold, we will have no choice but to change the house."

"Yeah!" Xu Ling nodded and cursed, "That damn old woman, she's divorced, and she's still doing something wrong."

Yinuo sighed in his heart, yes! How could I deal with an ex-mother-in-law like her! There's nothing you can do about it, except to solve the problem, and it's best to stay away from her.

…

A finished painting is almost completed. If it can be sold successfully, my Yueyue’s milk powder money will definitely be enough. Yueyue’s school district housing may also be available in the near future!

"Dean Zhang, I am Yinuo."

"Yinuo!" Dean Zhang was a little surprised, "Xia Yinuo?!"

"It's me, Xia Yinuo. Dean!" Xia Yinuo felt extremely sorry for Dean Zhang. Dean Zhang is so kind to me. If I say I don’t want to draw, I won’t draw. The dean has advised me several times!

"Yinuo! How are you doing?" The dean's voice sounded very concerned about him.

Yinuo felt even more guilty, “It's pretty good. Dean, how are you? Are you feeling well?"

"Okay, okay!" The dean's hearty laughter rang out, "No wonder the magpies are chirping today. It turned out to be Yinuo who called. Yinuo! Why did you think of me, the dean?"

"I miss you often, but I just feel guilty and embarrassed to call you."

Yinuo spoke the truth. Every time I want to call, I am afraid that if I call, I will be scolded by the dean and I will fail to live up to the dean's expectations. Every time, during the holidays, Yinuo only dared to send text messages to greet her.

"You little girl, what are you so embarrassed about? Painting depends on your mood. If you're not in a good mood, you can't draw. But! It's a pity that you don't paint. Okay, okay, let's not talk about this. What's the matter with the call?" The dean also comforted Yinuo.

"Dean, I recently painted a painting and plan to sell it." After saying this, Yinuo felt a little uneasy. I wonder if the dean still wants to see his paintings, and whether his paintings can still be appreciated by the dean.

Unexpectedly, the dean was very happy after hearing this, and his voice became louder, “This is really a happy event. I haven't seen your work for many years. If you want to sell it, the museum will have it at the beginning of next month. The solo exhibition is organized by the Artists Association. The Renjian Painting and Calligraphy Academy can also do it. In the past few times, it was sold there. No matter where it is, it must be popular. Now, take it over first so that I can feast my eyes on it. "

"My craftsmanship is rusty. I just hope that the dean will not dislike it."

"I have confidence in your painting." The dean's words of affirmation seemed to embolden Yinuo's restless heart.

I can definitely do it. If it doesn’t work this time, it will work next time.

"Thank you, Dean, for your trust. I will send the painting to you in the next two days. You can take care of it."

"Then I'll make all the decisions."

"Thank you, Dean."

"Thank you! I'm so happy to hear that you picked up the pen again!..."

The dean's laughter ended the call.

Dean Zhang got to know him through Teacher Li. He originally wanted to accept Yinuo as his apprentice, but in the end, due to various issues, the apprenticeship banquet was not held. Yinuo could only be regarded as half of Dean Zhang's apprentice.

——

"Why are you so happy today? You even brought wine."

Huang Tingyu opened the door and saw Lao Zhang standing at the door with a drink and a smile.

"Tartary buckwheat wine, your favorite wine." Dean Zhang picked up the wine bottle and passed it in front of Lao Huang's eyes, and entered the room proudly.

Lao Huang followed Dean Zhang and asked curiously, “Aren't you usually reluctant to drink it? Why are you willing to take it out today? What's so happy about it?"

Dean Zhang walked to the table, put down the wine, turned around and said to his old friend Huang Tingyu very happily, “Of course there are things to be happy about. My apprentice, Xia Yinuo, has started painting again. Are you happy?"