I have the beauty of the villain's love

Seeing the dynamics posted by Shen Qinghuai, Xu Wei quickly called, "Aren't you told to tell me? This kind of thing will affect your live broadcast—what about you?" If you are obedient, he will not be so eager, "Delete it soon!"

What Shen Qinghuai sent was one of the photos he had sent to Xu Wei, to the effect that he was pregnant, so he didn't go to adulthood.

You know, his benefactors mostly regard him as their girlfriend, so they are happy to spend money for him. Now that he comes here, Xu Wei knows how much his popularity will drop.

"Brother Wei..." Shen Qinghuai had already made up his mind before sending it out.

Xu Wei tried hard to persuade him for a long time, but to no avail, he said angrily, "You are ruining yourself!" After finishing speaking, he hung up Shen Qinghuai's phone.

The notification tone for private messages on the account has been ringing non-stop since it was sent out from the feed.Shen Qinghuai knew what they were talking about, so he didn't reply to any of them, so he kept hanging around until his vacation was over and the live broadcast started.Just as he expected, the popularity dropped by nearly half, and those who remained were pure fans.

But such fans, how can those boyfriend fans have the courage to buy gifts for Shen Qinghuai?It's been such a tepid live broadcast for a month, and the salary he got was as low as he expected.But he is ready to withdraw, which is equivalent to the last transition period before he leaves.

Xu Wei thought he couldn't accept the feeling of falling from the clouds, and advised him to calm down. Although the current income is not as high as before, it is more valuable than other industries.

Shen Qinghuai insisted on asking for leave, Xu Wei also agreed, and asked him to use a period of time to adjust his mentality. After Shen Qinghuai got this answer, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, Shen Qinghuai canceled his social account, and the phone card specially made for the live broadcast was also discarded.

He is really ready to return to normal life.

……

Chi Jianyue didn't intend to participate in the annual competition. After all, after this time, he has already retired, and the halo he once wore because of the game will fade away.But he changed his mind after seeing Shen Qinghuai on the annual invitation list.

Go see her, even if you've been rejected, you still want to see her.

But after returning from the year, a huge sense of loss also engulfed him at the same time.She didn't go.

The autumn season is over, his e-sports career has been brilliant from the beginning to the end, and he can leave without any regrets.But before leaving, he still had a little hope.Will the person who has never been in contact with him since he rejected him change his mind after seeing him?

Because he was going to train for the autumn competition after the vacation, in order not to distract himself, he didn't pay attention to the news from the outside world. As soon as the competition was over, he hurried back, although he was still disappointed in the end.

The day he retired was the same day he entered the club.It seems that from the very beginning, he already knew the deadline for his departure.

"Jianyue—"

The teammates who played with him in the club came up to hug him one by one. Chi Jianyue has already had a long career in e-sports. Now in the club, except for the winger who was signed with Chi Jianyue at the same time, the others All are unfamiliar faces.

"No, Luna." The one in front of him was a substitute who had been trying to surpass him and worked hard. He had a very young face, and there seemed to be some kind of faith in his eyes. "Congratulations on your successful retirement."

Chi Jianyue's career has already been the goal of many people who have entered the e-sports circle.

Chi Jianyue nodded and shook hands with him.

He didn't bring out the jacket with the club logo, just wearing the most common clothes, walking in the crowd like an ordinary big boy.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye." After Chi Jianyue finished speaking, she turned and left.

There was a car parked on the side of the road, as if it was waiting for him. At this time, it was raining, Chi Jianyue walked over, the door opened, and a middle-aged man came out of it, and said something to him, and then the two of them together into the car.

Chi Jianyue, who got into the car, still had no expression on her face, she turned her head to look at the gloomy sky outside.

"You should have had enough fun outside these few years, go home." The middle-aged man sitting next to him turned to look at him.

Chi Jianyue was still looking outside, the street lights had already been turned on before it was dark, "Yeah."

The sky, which was still a little bright just now, has completely dimmed. Chi Jianyue looked back and fiddled with the phone, and the light of the phone shone on his cheek.

The screen of the mobile phone has not been changed. The moment he saw it, he paused when he swiped the screen.

Although it has been rejected...

Chi Jianyue's reaction was very slow, so slow that it took two months for this matter to pass, and he didn't react until the autumn competition was over, and he was always shrouded in a sense of confusion.

He has been very busy during training, so busy that he has no way to think about other things. Now that he has nothing to do, his fingers are still very used to swiping open the screen and clicking into that person's social account.Everything in the dynamics remains the same, and he has watched it many times.

The latest news was refreshed on the phone, and Chi Jianyue's eyes suddenly froze.Then, his first reaction was to call that person for confirmation, but what he heard was always a cold notification tone.

……

In the only preserved ancient town in the city, a group of art students sit on the wall and draw pictures.Occasionally, people passing by would come over to have a look, they are all just watching the excitement, and when they saw the rich colors on the paper and the leisurely artistic conception, they would click their tongues in admiration.

The leading teacher was artfully dressed, with thinning hair tied up in a wisp and a neutral jacket.

At this moment, he was standing next to one of his students, who was very important to him, so he nodded repeatedly when he saw the result of the drawing.

Next to the students, some people surrounded them.

"There is a problem with smudging here—" he bent down and corrected.

The students were also very modest, and immediately dipped in paint to modify it.

"The painting is really good." A passer-by praised.

When the teacher heard this, he couldn't help feeling a sense of joy in his heart.If one's own students are praised, of course one is also honored.

"The painting is not bad, but the person I met just now is really good at painting." Another person said.

The teacher was not very happy when he heard it.The ones he brought out were all students from famous professional schools.But the teacher changed his mind, maybe he didn't know how to paint.Art, how can ordinary people appreciate it.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and the students who collected the wind were all ready to leave after finishing their paintings.The teacher took them, packed up the paints and drawing boards, and was about to leave, but when he was leaving, he met a person who was also painting outside the old house.

For some reason, the teacher remembered what he had just heard, asked a few students to stand where they were, and leaned over to take a look.

The painter is outside the old house, and the painting should be the mottled wall, but I don't know why he painted the paper full of prosperity and beauty.The luxuriant flowers in the wall are about to fall from the branches.The teacher was also suspicious when he saw it, and looked up at the wall, wanting to see if there was such a reference flower.

Looking up, what you see is still the wall that has been through the wind and rain of history.

So what is he painting?

I lowered my head, seeing the gradual redness all over the paper, it would jump out, just like sketching in the courtyard of a rich family in ancient times.When he raised his hand, he bumped into the person behind him with his elbow, and the painter turned his head in surprise, and met the teacher's gaze.

A very temperamental young man with an unforgettable handsome appearance.

The person who painted here was Shen Qinghuai. After the live broadcast was over, he didn't look for other jobs for the time being. He got tired of playing and came here to sketch.But the dry wall is really boring. Halfway through the painting, he suddenly remembered the prosperous mansion he used to live in. At that time, the vermilion wall, the pink pavilion, the golden cup and the silver cup, but the luxury enjoyment seemed to be a thing of the past for him. .

"I'm sorry." The teacher took a step back when he saw him picking up the pen.

Shen Qinghuai saw the students behind him, but he didn't actually look at the students. Looking at the teacher's clothes, he could tell that he was an artist. After dipping in the prepared paint, Shen Qinghuai smiled, "It's okay."

"Where is this painting of yours?" The teacher asked again after seeing his last stroke.

Shen Qinghuai smiled, and said perfunctorily, "I don't know where it is from a picture I saw on the Internet."

"Oh." The teacher could tell that what he wrote was everyone's pen.There are not many young people with such attainments nowadays.

Shen Qinghuai finished his painting and was about to leave, but he just picked up the finished product and didn't keep it much.Seeing that he was about to leave, the teacher stopped him and asked, "Who did you learn from?"

Of course, Shen Qinghuai couldn't tell him that he was a national player hired in the past, and he taught him to draw in his house, "Draw whatever you want."

As soon as the four words "casual painting" came out, the teacher was shocked.But he immediately thought about it, those who can achieve such accomplishments must be low-key masters, and they should be reluctant to say so.

Shen Qinghuai lowered his head and cleaned up the drawing board. He was supposed to be a pampered person, but was forced by life, and his brilliance suddenly disappeared. Now that he lives without worries, his natural brilliance has bloomed. Every move, it looks like that poem book The noble son of the family.

Seeing that Shen Qinghuai was about to leave, the teacher chased after him and handed him his business card.

Shen Qinghuai was taken aback when she saw his actions.

The teacher said, "I am a teacher of Lantai College."

Shen Qinghuai has heard of it, it is considered a first-class art academy.And this person is the teacher there, Shen Qinghuai's attitude became better and better, he glanced at the business card, "Teacher Ma."

"Well, I'm taking the students to collect pictures in this area during this time. If there is a chance, we can discuss it together." The person in front of him is not very old, but he is bald and looks very old.

Shen Qinghuai was also happy, "There will be a chance."

The students holding the drawing boards gathered together to talk. They were not bad in appearance, and they dressed well. After all, if you really want to take the road of art, you have to rely on money in the early stage.

Shen Qinghuai looked at them, suddenly thought of his former self, paused for a while before leaving.

He drew a lot of pictures in the afternoon, but he didn't collect anything, only one roll, which was sandwiched in the drawing board.A long time after he left, several students found a piece of paper dropped on the ground and picked it up to be a painted picture.

The same strong color, tacky gold and red, are used to complement each other.But in fact, what stands out is not the two colors, but a birdcage hanging under the golden and red railing.The bird is emerald green, with a thin gold chain hanging on its feet, and every feather on the bird's body is painted vividly.There is an inscription under the drawing paper, which is also a clear and elegant font.

Brian.

This railing is the railing of the imperial palace, and the bird is a parrot raised by Baili'an.Shen Qinghuai also went smoothly, so he inscribed such a name that had been dusted for a long time.

The teacher also noticed it, and came over to collect the drawing paper that was circulated among the students. He had already felt that Shen Qinghuai's paintings were extraordinary just now, and now that he looked carefully, he felt that the fine brushwork was incomparably exquisite.As for the signature, he guessed it was the name of the person just now.

If you meet next time, be sure to get to know each other well.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Luna: Want to run after teasing me?

Shen Qinghuai: Already ran away

Luna: come back

Shen Qinghuai: No

Luna: If you don't come back, I will!At once……

Shen Qinghuai: So what?

Luna: Just squat in the salt shaker QVQ