I heard you are a junior

Yin Xinchang would go to Ningdongzhuang for a stroll, simply because he was full and had nothing to do.

She dragged Feng Weize to look around, first to pick out the gorgeously decorated storefronts, then the decent ones, and finally walked around the narrow alleys to see what would be sold on the stalls.

"You're all boring." Where did Feng Weize walk so many roads, at first he was very reluctant to find that Ning Dongzhuang couldn't drive in the car, seeing that she still had to go in, he stood at the entrance of the alley and refused to move.

Yin Xinchang also worked hard, he insisted on digging down to find out, if he couldn't get his partner, he would chase him away, "I'm bored, if you don't want to go, go back to the car and wait for me."

"Don't, it's so boring here." Feng Weize suggested, "I'll go shopping with you? I didn't give you the birthday present I promised you last time."

Yin Xin thought about the bright leather bags in the famous brand stores, and then looked at the unpretentious, some even dusty, unknown paintings in front of him, feeling a little shaken.

"Let's go, I'll buy you whatever you like." Feng Weize stretched out his hand to grab her.

Yin Xinchang hesitated, "But... I said that I want to invest in calligraphy and painting, and I haven't bought one for so long..."

Feng Weize was dissatisfied, "This kind of thing is not expensive, and Ningdongzhuang is full of cheap goods. What's the use of buying it?"

The stall owner who was soliciting business next to him gave a dissatisfied look,

Yin Xinchang hurriedly said sorry.

After pushing and shoving, a person carrying a huge box came out from the alley, and they couldn't get out without their blocking. He said blankly, "Excuse me."

Yin Xinchang followed the prestige, and saw that the person had short hair that could not cover his ears, sweat was evident on his forehead, his face showed no signs of fatigue, his eyes were lifeless, his thin cheeks were extremely pale against the black body all over his body , his skinny body barely held up to the huge box, as if it would collapse when the wind blows.

"Oh..." Yin Xinchang moved out of the way.

Yan Zinan tugged on the bag strap to make the suitcase more stable on her back, and walked over at a leisurely pace.

Feng Weize is a person with low EQ, without waiting for others to go far, he directly said, "Neither male nor female..."

"What are you talking about?" Yin Xinchang has convinced this friend who is less reliable than himself, "Forget it, go back, if it is later, your mouth will definitely cause public anger, and you will not be able to escape by then."

"Okay!" Feng Weize turned around and strode away.

Yin Xinchang walked slowly behind, and stopped when he saw a somewhat familiar painting on the way.

The stall owner glanced at her attire, knew that she had spare money, and vigorously promoted it, "This is Bai Yuze's masterpiece..."

After hearing this, Yin Xinchang remembered why it was familiar: the real painting is one of Mr. Kang's collections, so stay in Yaqiu Qingmeng, where is it the turn of a peddler who doesn't even have a shop to brag about it?

Seeing the stall owner lying and speaking clearly, she felt more and more that the water in Ningdongzhuang was deep. Just when Feng Weize called to ask, she hurriedly packed her bag and walked towards the parking lot.

The only way to the parking lot is the central square. Seeing the open space, Yin Xinchang felt better. He left the damp, dark alleys full of lies behind him, and squinted his eyes to face the sunshine.

That's how she saw Yan Zinan in the square.

Different from just now, Yan Zinan unloaded the huge box. The black cotton clothes reflected a faint light, illuminating the faint and colorful paint traces on it. She has a thin body, but her standing posture is very straight, and the pen in her hand is skillful and nimble. Walking around, the eyes are no longer lifeless, and I focus on my work, like burning a fire.

This is alive.

Yin Xinchang inexplicably came up with this idea, and walked over, wanting to see what kind of painting can make a embarrassed and pale girl look confident.

"Get out of the way." When she tilted her head to stare closely, Yan Zinan suddenly said, dissatisfied, "You are blocking the light."

Only then did Yin Xinchang realize that he was too close, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Yan Zinan ignored her and continued to paint.

Yin Xinchang found a place that would not block the light, and stared quietly.

The scenery on the canvas gradually became more delicate and rich, and gradually overlapped with the sunset in front of me.The difference is that there are no noisy and crowded people in the world of the canvas, and it is full of gentle sentiments, and even the fallen leaves on the benches that have not had time to clean become naughty and cute.

It was the first time Yin Xinchang saw an artist painting, and he couldn't help saying "wow".

Yan Zinan frowned, "Is there something wrong?"

"You are so amazing." Yin Xinchang doesn't know how to appreciate paintings, but he knows how to compare them. Seeing the transformation of ordinary scenes in reality under the brush, he feels that this must be good, and also thinks that women who can paint this kind of world There is a warm world hidden in the child's heart, and he is not afraid of Yan Zinan's dislike, so he leans forward and chats up, "Do you come here to paint every day?"

Yan Zinan ignored her.

Yin Xinchang still wanted to ask, but Feng Weize from the other side came and urged him angrily, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry." Only then did she see the six missed calls on her phone and the half hour that had passed unknowingly, "Look, this guy is really amazing."

Feng Weize glanced at the painting indifferently, "Yes."

"Is this painting for sale?" Yin Xinchang liked it more and more, and asked in a low voice, "I really like it."

Yan Zinan sized her up, thought for a moment before answering, "Not for sale."

"Ah...then..." Yin Xinchang looked down at the paintings on the booth, and felt that the one depicting a farmhouse was fresh and beautiful, "Sell this? How much?"

"two hundred."

Yin Xinchang immediately wanted to take out his wallet, but Feng Weize felt that something was wrong, pressed her hand to pay, and asked with a frown, "I just heard from the street vendor that fifty picks, how come you are here?" price goes up."

Yan Zinan stared, "That's Xinghua! It's different from mine!"

"What kind of painting?" Feng Weize couldn't understand, he only knew that the size was about [-] for one piece and [-] for another, which quadrupled in an instant. How come you are so much more expensive than others."

Yin Xinchang was annoyed, and rushed back to Feng Weize, "What are you doing! I want to buy paintings, don't stop me."

Feng Weize got scratched by her nails and was also angry, "I'm afraid you'll be cheated!"

"How can you lie, I saw her draw it with my own eyes." Yin Xinchang refused to accept it, and turned to look at Yan Zinan, "I bought it, and it is two hundred."

Yan Zinan took the money and said awkwardly, "Thank you."

"By the way, are you still a student?" Yin Xinchang asked with a smile, "Did you come here to practice in your spare time?"

Yan Zinan's hand that put the money paused, and counted the two banknotes that were clearly visible at a glance, "Well, I'm from XX Academy of Fine Arts."

"Wow!" Yin Xinchang was surprised, "There are so many artists from XX Academy of Fine Arts!"

Yan Zinan's expression changed, "You mean Fan Qiuyang?"

Yin Xinchang was a half-assed person, frowning and muttering, "Fan Qiuyang? Who...why does it sound familiar."

"Oh, I've convinced you!" Feng Weize looked at her dumbfounded look that even Fan Qiuyang didn't know, and helped to get the painting, "Let's go, don't stay here, it's enough to be cheated once It's..."

Yin Xinchang was pushed forward, and walked a few steps inadvertently. Feeling impolite, she turned her head and waved to Yan Zinan, "Come on! You will become a great painter!"

Yan Zinan watched the two leave, shook her head and stuffed the money.

"One stupid and one crazy, really worthy."

-

After clearing up the misunderstanding of the students of the Academy of Fine Arts, Yin Xinchang accompanied Yan Zinan back to the dilapidated rented house near Ningdongzhuang to pick up things.

"Hey, are you sure you want to go back?" She drove the car, asking Yan Zinan from time to time, "Your roommate is so fierce, he may have already smashed all your things."

Yan Zinan glanced at her, and waited to be urged a second time before saying, "Sure."

Yin Xinchang shrugged, "Okay, let me tell you first, the company dormitory is not big, a single room, with a kitchen, toilet and balcony, equipped with a table, a cabinet and a bed, the decoration is very simple, with white walls Tiled floor..."

When Yan Zinan heard this, he suddenly interrupted, "White wall? If it gets dirty, you need to pay for it."

"Well... I don't know..." Yin Xinchang didn't care, "It doesn't matter how much money you have."

"Forget it, I'll find a house to live in by myself."

Yin Xinchang's eyes widened, "It's so late, where are you going to live?"

“Stay one night and check out.”

"No." Yin Xinchang became afraid when he thought of his roommate's arrogant appearance, and read social news to threaten him, "Let me tell you, news about roommates harming others is very common recently, such as poisoning, killing, and rape. ..."

When Yan Zinan heard this, she suddenly turned her head, "What?"

"Oh, the last one doesn't count, but killing people by poisoning is very possible."

"No." Yan Zinan said softly, "She dare not do anything to me."

"Really? Why?"

"Poor, can't afford medical expenses."

What is the reason for this?

Feeling strange, Yin Xinchang glanced at Yan Zinan while waiting for the traffic jam, and noticed the pair of shoes - black, old material and style, which well covered the broken seam.

She suddenly wanted to rush to the store to buy the most beautiful pair of shoes for Yan Zinan to wear.

Like a fairy tale about Cinderella's transformation.

Yin Xinchang's brain became hot, and he suggested, "Come and live in my house, I don't mind the walls getting dirty."

Yan Zinan looked out the window, "Stop joking."

"Really!" Yin Xinchang persuaded enthusiastically, "Don't worry, I won't disturb your painting."

Yan Zinan was silent for a moment, and asked a question, "How much is the rent?"

Yin Xinchang had never rented a house before, so he was taken aback for a moment, pursed his lips and said a number casually, "Two hundred?"

Yan Zinan frowned, and asked another question, "How many beds does your house have?"

"I haven't counted it..." Yin Xinchang put up a smiling face and habitually acted like a baby in order to achieve his goal. Even Yan Zinan, whom he just met, had no problem, pinching his throat and said coquettishly, "Anyway, I have one of yours. Come on." Well, live together~"

She was naturally shameless, and Yan Zinan was probably born with a lack of nerve, so she agreed.

"Ah."

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