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

Steven strode up to Sha Rui's side, grabbed her wrist, and asked, "Did you do it?"

He exerted great strength, and the smile on Sha Rui's face turned into pain. She tried to push away his hands that were as hard as pliers, and cursed at the same time: "Be on your nerves, don't wrong people, okay? You follow me all the time, why not?" The only eye can see is that I did it."

Steven's eyes flicked back and forth on Sha Rui's face, but he didn't see any trace of her lying.

She was indeed in his sight all the time just now. Although Steven knew in his heart that she must have something to do with it, he couldn't prove her.

He shook off Sha Rui's arm in disgust, and threatened: "It's best not to let me find out that you did it."

Sha Rui rolled her eyes at him angrily.

"What's going on here?" Qian Mengmeng heard the movement in the exhibition hall, and hurried in with a few colleagues.

She only saw a group of reporters inside the room surrounding Ye Xingyi, noisy, unable to see clearly what happened.

Steven saw her coming in and hurried over.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know the details. I'd better help Ye Xingyi avoid those reporters first. She is injured and needs medical treatment."

When Qian Mengmeng heard this, she immediately stopped asking, and hurriedly motioned for a few colleagues to follow along to help.

Old Mr. Zhao Lishi was squeezed out of the crowd and was extremely anxious. He also saw Qian Mengmeng bringing someone over.He hurriedly said, "Quick, get these away quickly."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Qian Mengmeng didn't care what those reporters thought.

She shouted loudly and violently pushed the reporters away, and with Steven secretly helping her, she quickly squeezed out of a passage.

The bright red blood on Ye Xingyi's half face entered her eyes first.

Her eyes turned red immediately, and she hurriedly asked: "Xing Yi, what's going on?"

Ye Xingyi looked up at her and opened his mouth to say something. Due to the excessive blood loss, his head was a little dizzy, and at the same time, a lot of memories flooded into her mind.

She needs to digest.

Qian Mengmeng quickly supported her swaying body, and said, "Don't be afraid, we'll go to the hospital right now."

Hearing the word hospital, Ye Xingyi hurriedly waved his hands. , "Don't! I still have something to say." 
The matter of that painting has not been explained yet, if she just left, how would these reporters write about it when they go back?

Mr. Zhao Lishi heard her words, and said angrily: "Silly girl, what words are more important than your body!"

Ye Xingyi forced a smile on his lips.

She stood up straight and made herself look refreshed.

With a slightly louder voice, she directed at the reporters who were still taking pictures, "Everyone, what I want to say is that I don't know why this work of "Sea" appeared in my art exhibition, but this It is indeed not my work, I have never painted it."

"If it wasn't for your painting, then why would you have your private seal?" A question came out from the group of reporters.

Ye Xingyi's private seal is printed on the lower right corner of each painting exhibited today.

And this pair of "Sea" also has the same palm print in the lower right corner.

"Yeah, you didn't draw it, why did you put your private seal on it? This is not your kind of rhetoric, to cover up the fact that you plagiarized?" The reporter pointed out the key point, and his words also provoked others agree with.

Ye Xingyi was sure that she had never painted this "Sea", and she didn't know why she had her own private seal.

She bit her lips, and swore: "Please believe in my character, I will never do such a thing as plagiarism."

"We don't know your character. After all, you are also a newcomer to open an art exhibition. It is not uncommon for us to copy other people's paintings and use them as our own paintings in order to become a blockbuster." A reporter spoke bluntly.
Most of the people in the exhibition hall nodded and said yes, and the rest of the people were almost all Ye Xingyi's colleagues or friends.

Ye Xingyi was forced to bear everyone's suspicious eyes, and felt cold all over his body.

"Everyone, I can understand that you don't believe Ye Xingyi, but I beg everyone to look at this old man's face, and don't spread false news when you go back. I believe in my apprentice. She doesn't bother to do such things. Please give her In a little time, I believe she will find out the truth and give everyone an explanation."

Mr. Zhao Lishi stood up and spoke for Ye Xingyi.

He called Ye Xingyi also changed from a girl to a disciple, which meant that he was implying to everyone that Ye Xingyi was his closed disciple.

In this case, the old man was on his side, and Ye Xingyi's cold heart warmed up a little.

"Apprentice?" The reporter below also sensitively captured Mr. Zhao's words, and someone asked, "Mr. Zhao, have you officially accepted Ye Xingyi as a closed disciple?"

"Yes!" Mr. Zhao Lishi replied affirmatively.

His answer aroused the whispers of the reporters. Given Mr. Zhao's reputation in the art world, his apprentice's character would naturally not be bad.

But I don't know that everyone will eat this set.

You remember shouting: "Even if you are Mr. Zhao, you may be wrong sometimes!"

His tone made the old Mr. Zhao Lishi blow his beard and stare. He has never been said that in his life.

He immediately said in a loud voice: "Even if the old man is wrong, he..."

"teacher!"

Ye Xingyi quickly stopped Mr. Zhao Lishi from saying anything that would offend the media.

She said: "Everyone, today's exhibition is over. Regarding the plagiarism, I will give you a clear explanation in two days."

"Star shifting!" Qian Mengmeng felt that something was wrong when she heard it, so she tugged at her sleeves.

Ye Xingyi just shook his head at her, telling her not to worry.

She said so, and the reporters didn't understand to stay any longer, and soon left in twos and threes.There is no need to continue with such a trouble at the art exhibition.

Most of the guests left voluntarily, and there were some friends who believed in Mr. Zhao, but they also left under the comfort of Mr. Zhao and Qian Mengmeng.

Soon, Ye Xingyi was the only one left in the crowded exhibition hall.

After seeing off the last guest, Qian Mengmeng found a wet towel and gave it to Ye Xingyi.

Ye Xingyi's wound had healed over, but she was still a little dizzy. Everyone wanted her to go to the hospital, but she didn't want to, so she just said to rest.

"Thank you." She took the towel from Qian Mengmeng, pressed it on the wound, and smiled weakly.

Qian Mengmeng looked worried, and asked, "Do you really not need to go to the hospital?"

"It's really not necessary!"

Mr. Zhao Lishi sent all his friends away.

He walked over and asked Ye Xingyi: "What about the end of autumn? Isn't that kid busy all the time, why didn't he come today?"

Maybe Lin Qiumo's failure to come has something to do with what she told him yesterday?
"Teacher, brother, he also has his own business to attend to." Ye Xingyi hurriedly explained.

Zhao Lishi frowned. He knew his apprentice's thoughts about Ye Xingyi, so he said, "Is there anything more important than you?"

Ye Xingyi didn't know what to say, so she smiled awkwardly.

"Forget it, leave him alone." Zhao Lishi changed the subject himself, and he asked again: "What's going on with this "Sea"?"

"Teacher, I really didn't plagiarize." Ye Xingyi explained feebly.

"Of course I know you didn't, but you have to let other people know. Those reporters may write scribbles when they go back, and then your reputation will be ruined." Zhao Lishi took another look at the painting of "Sea".

"Speaking of which, I know this SAI. He is still very famous in the calligraphy and painting industry. No matter whether you plagiarized someone or not, you have to come to apologize to him, understand?"

Ye Xingyi listened to Mr. Zhao's earnest teaching, his heart was very warm, and he hurriedly said: "I see, thank you, teacher!"
"You still call me teacher?" Zhao Lishi looked at her with a grimace.

"Huh?" Ye Xingyi was a little confused.

She didn't understand, Qian Mengmeng, who was standing next to her and didn't say much, smiled and elbowed her, and said, "It's called Master!"

Ye Xingyi looked at her blankly, then at Zhao Lishi.

Because of the messy things, the glazed eyes, which were as dim as a layer of dust, shone shyly like the sunrise of the first snow.

After getting Zhao Lishi's nod, she wanted to hurry up and give a big gift to Zhao Lishi according to the usual practice.

But she thought of something, and the light in her eyes went out again.

She nodded her head and said guiltily: "Thank you, teacher, for your kindness, but I can't. I am now deeply involved in a plagiarism scandal. I really became your closed disciple, and I will shame you."

Zhao Lishi said seriously: "Silly girl, I am someone who cares about that kind of thing!"

"Teacher, of course you are not, but as your daily student, I need to consider your position." Ye Xingyi said sincerely.

"Well, she's a good girl." After hearing her words, Zhao Lishi felt that his decision to accept her as a closed disciple was too right.

He thought for a while, and said: "I have already let go of my words, no matter what, I have already regarded you as my apprentice. You can think about it again, and then we will have a formal apprenticeship ceremony."

Ye Xingyi was very moved by Mr. Zhao's reluctance, and she said again, "Thank you, teacher."
Old Mr. Zhao Lishi didn't stay any longer, and ordered Ye Xingyi to quickly find out who was behind her frame, and was picked up by someone sent by Zhao Kuang.

Qian Mengmeng, Ye Xingyi, and Sidi Wen stood at the door to send Mr. Zhao away.

Watching Mr. Zhao's car go away.

Qian Mengmeng asked puzzledly: "Little Tail, why did you refuse? The old man is going back to China soon, and by then you won't be able to find anyone you want to learn from."

Ye Xingyi knew that she was thinking of herself, and said, "It's okay, there will definitely be opportunities in the future."

Qian Mengmeng didn't take it seriously, and said, "It's hard to say. God knows when Mr. Zhao will come to the United States next time, unless you go back to China?"

Are you going back to your country?
Will she go back?
Ye Xingyi smiled, although there was no one she missed there anymore, but she would still find a chance to go back and have a look if she had time.

After a few people stood at the door for a while, they were about to turn around and go back.

Then I heard someone calling from behind: "Miss Ye, please wait a moment!"

Ye Xingyi was puzzled and looked back to see who was calling him, and then saw the golden and blue-eyed Jacky who often followed Alexander trotting over.

Why is he here?

Ye Xingyi and Qian Mengmeng looked at each other, and they both saw the same doubt in each other's eyes.