Shen Shaojuai: I'm sorry I love you too much

Ye Xingyi just took out the pen and paper, but before he could figure out what to draw, he heard a voice from somewhere, which seemed quite familiar.

She detoured to the other side of the villa full of doubts, and saw a gate on the other side from a distance, with a Bentley parked at the gate, old Mr. Zhao Lishi and the middle-aged man just standing beside a Bentley did not know what to say wearing something.

Ye Xingyi was overjoyed, thinking that his chance had come, he hurriedly ran over.

Out of the corner of Zhao Lishi's eye, he saw Ye Xingyi running towards him, he quickly motioned for the butler to open the car door, and quickly got in.

"Oh, wait a minute, senior." Seeing Mr. Zhao getting into the car, Ye Xingyi was anxious and shouted.

If the old man left, what was she waiting for here?

Mr. Zhao Lishi was waiting for this opportunity, he told the driver: "Drive!"

Good car performance is different.As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the car was like an arrow from Li Xuan. How could Ye Xingyi run away?

"Hey, don't go!" Ye Xingyi looked sadly at the car going away.

Mr. Zhao watched Ye Xingyi's funny posture towards the car to keep him from the rearview mirror, and a smug smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Let that kid Zhao Kuang send my grandchildren to the amusement park and say that grandpa will play with them outside for a day today."

"Yes, sir!"

Here, outside the side door of the villa, Ye Xingyi knew that it was impossible to call Mr. Zhao back.She hurriedly stopped the butler who wanted to enter the castle.

"Excuse me, may I ask, did Mr. Zhao say when he will come back?"

The butler stopped in his tracks and said, "Sir, he didn't say when he would be back."

Didn't you say it?
Ye Xingyi frowned, and asked unwillingly: "Then, what time does he come back on weekdays?"

"It's hard to say. Sometimes I come back very early, maybe I just go out, and it's possible to come back in an hour or two. But sometimes, I don't come back until one or two o'clock in the morning." The housekeeper smiled and said nonsense. One cannot see that he is lying.

Seriously speaking, he is also Zhao Kuang's housekeeper. Except for the two times when Zhao Kuang got married and gave birth, Mr. Zhao Lishi has never lived abroad.

The housekeeper didn't want to lie, but the old man insisted on saying so, so he had to do so.

"Ah? Is that so?" Ye Xingyi couldn't hide the disappointment on his face, but he still thanked him politely: "Thank you for interrupting!"

"You're welcome!" The butler still maintained a smiling expression.

After saying goodbye to the housekeeper, Ye Xingyi still walked back to the front door. The housekeeper's words made her dare not just leave. What if Mr. Zhao just went out for a while?
She took out a pen and paper again and planned to wait.

Time passed slowly, but when Ye Xingyi was immersed in painting, it wasn't that hard to bear.

But some people in the villa don't think so.

After the old Mr. Zhao Lishi left, Zhao Kuang called his wife to send the child to the old man, and he himself took Lin Qiumo to play Go with him.

The two were in the same university before, not only both Go lovers, but also masters.

After the two killed three games in a row, Zhao Kuang was so angry that he abandoned his son and stopped playing?
"What's wrong?" Lin Qiumo asked why as if he didn't know.

Zhao Kuang got angry and said, "Your thoughts are not here at all, you lost two out of three games!"

Lin Qiumo raised his eyebrows and said, "You're not happy about winning."

"Yes, I'm just not happy. What I want is for you to lose to me sincerely, not lose to me absent-mindedly."

Lin Qiumo was speechless, "Yes! Then what do you want?"

Zhao Kuang walked to the window, glanced at Ye Xingyi sitting on the steps downstairs who was concentrating on painting, and said, "Forget it, I won't leave today. I can see that the matter of that little girl has not been settled for a while, you My heart is probably the same. I said, since you are so worried about her, why don't you go down and talk to her? "

Lin Qiumo also walked over, looking at Ye Xingyi downstairs.

After a long time, he murmured: "Master will be unhappy."

Zhao Kuang glanced at him and said, "I don't think that's the reason. Could it be that your kid is hurt because of love, and that little girl doesn't like you?"

Lin Qiumo stopped talking.

If he didn't say anything, Zhao Kuang would take it as his acquiescence.

Therefore, Zhao Kuang became more interested in the little girl Ye Xingyi, and he said with great interest: "There are still people who don't like Lin Qiumo in the world. I'm curious, and I'm going to ask her what she thinks." .”

With that said, he turned around and made a gesture to go, but Lin Qiumo grabbed his arm.

He stared at Zhao Kuang's eyes and shook his head, his eyes were serious and serious, "Don't!"

"Don't look at me like that, it's scary, if you don't go, then don't go!" Zhao Kuang and him have been friends for more than ten years, so naturally, if he is serious tomorrow, he won't really go down.

It's just that I can't help but worry about him.

"You don't really fall into unrequited love, do you?" He asked tentatively.

Lin Qiumo didn't answer him, but the look in his eyes outside the window said everything.

Zhao Kuang couldn't help shaking his head, secretly thinking that there is no hope, there is no hope...

Ye Xingyi didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching her from upstairs in the castle.

She was immersed in the sudden burst of inspiration in her mind, and Huahua accompanied her through the boring waiting.

She kept drawing, completely unaware of the passage of time, and it was because of a mistake that she didn't bring food, and she was so hungry that she had stomach pains a few times, but she also endured it abruptly.

When Mr. Zhao Lishi came back, it was already evening and the sun was setting.

He saw through the car window that Ye Xingyi was still there, and seeing her immersed in painting, his eyes were a little relieved.

"Grandpa, who is that young lady over there?" His grandson and granddaughter also discovered Ye Xingyi's existence. There was a stranger sitting at the door of their house, so they were naturally curious.

"Yes..." Mr. Zhao Lishi paused and said, "It's a student of your grandfather."

The two children nodded with a smile, and the youngest sister said, "Grandpa, that young lady is very beautiful. I like her. Grandpa, can you let her come to my house to play with me more?"

"Okay, okay." Zhao Lishi patted his granddaughter's head lovingly, agreeing.

The Bentley parked at the side door, and the two children wanted to go play with Ye Xingyi, but Zhao Lishi stopped him, and he asked the housekeeper to lead the two children into the house.

He himself walked towards Ye Xingyi, who was obviously immersed in painting and didn't realize that he was back, with his hands behind his back.

He stood beside Ye Xingyi and watched quietly for a while, and had to admit that Ye Xingyi's talent was much higher than he imagined.

Ordinary people, like others, such as students who have systematically studied oil painting and comics when they were young, if they change to Chinese painting halfway through, they will always have the old habit of painting when they paint.

For these people, it is easy to get started with traditional Chinese painting, but if they want to paint better, it is difficult to break through the shackles and gain greater benefits.

Fortunately, Ye Xingyi didn't have any of these.

On the contrary, when these become Ye Xingyi's traditional Chinese paintings, he can give himself more unexpected surprises.

Mr. Zhao Lishi thought for a while, and said, "Do you really want to worship me as a teacher so much?"

"Ah!" Ye Xingyi was engrossed in the painting, and was startled by the sudden voice and screamed.

When she saw clearly that it was old Mr. Zhao Lishi, she hurriedly hid her painting behind her back, and stood up stammeringly to say hello.

"Senior, you, hello."

After Zhao Lishi glanced at her, he said, "Come in with me!"

Ye Xingyi stood where she was, unable to believe what she heard, she raised her hand and slapped herself.The applause was crisp and clear, which attracted the attention of Mr. Zhao Lishi and the butler who opened the door.

Wasn't it a hallucination?

Ye Xingyi smiled at them, indicating that he was fine.

Zhao Lishi shook his head, looked away, Ye Xingyi stuck out his tongue secretly, and followed him into the villa.

The decoration in the villa is also a typical western style, and the paintings hanging on the walls are basically oil paintings.

This is not like the kind of decoration that Mr. Zhao Lishi would like.

The place where the old man lives should be antique, and there should be landscape calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Ye Xingyi was a little puzzled, Mr. Zhao Lishi seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and rarely explained: "This is the style my son likes."

"Oh." Ye Xingyi nodded respectfully.

She also understood in her heart.A colleague told her about Mr. Zhao's deeds before, that Mr. Zhao's son, Mr. Zhao Kuang, did not inherit his old man's mantle, but was engaged in Western art trade.

"sit down!"

After Mr. Zhao Lishi took his seat, he also signaled Ye Xingyi to sit down.

"Yes!" Ye Xingyi hurriedly agreed, because of nervousness, she only made half of her buttocks on the sofa.

At this time, the butler brought the servants to serve refreshments,
Ye Xingyi took it respectfully, and hurriedly said, "Thank you!"

After Zhao Lishi took a sip of tea, he put it on the glass tea table at hand.He looked Ye Xingyi up and down and didn't speak, but the majesty in his eyes made Ye Xingyi more stressed.

She felt her back was sweating, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out a decent smile, warning herself over and over again, don't be nervous, don't be nervous...

"I know the purpose of your coming." Mr. Zhao Lishi finally spoke, he chose to get straight to the point: "You want me to take you as an apprentice, is it not impossible?"

Ye Xingyi asked in surprise: "Really?"

Mr. Zhao Lishi frowned and said, "Listen to me."

"I'm sorry, I was too nervous." Ye Xingyi hurriedly apologized, his face burning.

"As for you, your talent is not bad, and you can have a bright future with a little teaching, but what? I have my own idea. You can study under my sect first, and you can be called a teacher like Jiang Li and the others. You want to officially become my closed disciple. , another assessment is needed, are you willing?"

"Yes, yes!" Ye Xingyi said hastily.

In this way, she is really satisfied. Originally, she didn't intend to have any hope today. Being able to be Mr. Zhao Lishi's student is already a good thing that many people can't think of.

As for becoming a closed disciple, she will continue to work hard.

"En!" Zhao Lishi nodded, with wisdom in his eyes, "You can call me teacher instead."

When Ye Xingyi heard his painting, he felt excited again.

She suddenly felt a little dry mouth.Ye Xingyi took a deep breath to calm himself down, licked his lips, and respectfully shouted: "Teacher!"