I heard you are a junior

Yin Xinchang took Yan Zinan back home and gave the attic room with a skylight as a studio.

"Thank you." The first thing Yan Zinan did was spread the newspapers he brought on the floor, the second thing was to take out the easel and old works in the box and put them away, and arrange the tools, and the third thing was to put them in the center. Looking at the starry sky through the skylight, he remained motionless.

The duffel bag used for clothes was neglected, tucked away in a corner and unattended.

Yin Xinchang had the illusion that "this is not moving but setting up a stall".

"The skylight in this room is too big, it's cold in winter and hot in summer, so there's no bed..." She walked over and poked Yan Zinan's shoulder carefully, "Shall I show you the bedroom?"

Yan Zinan turned to look at her, "Next time."

"what?"

Yan Zinan picked up the brush and adjusted the paint, "I won't sleep tonight."

Yin Xinchang felt bored, "Do you want to draw?"

"Well, inspired."

Yin Xinchang couldn't say anything about professional painters, and stared blankly at Yan Zinan holding the pen and raising his hand, his sleeves shrunk back to reveal his slender wrists, and his thin body didn't look strong enough for an easel.

"Didn't eat dinner." She couldn't bear to watch, "Let's eat first and then paint."

Yan Zinan glanced at her, "No, I ate the usual daily amount for lunch."

Yin Xinchang recalled the scene of Yan Zinan delivering rice with pickles in a small restaurant, felt sour, and left with a sigh.She went downstairs to the kitchen, and found a bowl of chicken soup simmering on the stove, and brought it up with the leftover bread from breakfast.

Then she found that Yan Zinan had locked the door of the attic room.

"Hmph!" Yin Xinchang is a person with a temper, "I don't want to talk to you!"

Angrily, she went downstairs to eat by herself, gnawed off the chicken in the pot, and sent it with white bread when she got tired of it.When she caught the last big chicken leg, she burped loudly. She couldn't eat any more. She frowned and closed the lid of the pot, rubbed her stomach and played with her phone for a while, then went upstairs to wash and go to sleep.

Yin Xinchang slept until midnight, when he was woken up by the noise outside.

She didn't remember that there was someone else at home, so she picked up the knife beside the bed and walked over. She didn't see the murderer or the thief, but saw Yan Zinan who fell to the ground in a state of distress.

"What are you doing..." Yin Xinchang woke up and walked over to check, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Zinan clutched her knees, her expression painful, "I can't see clearly, I fell."

"The light switch is here." Yin Xinchang walked over and turned it on fearfully. Only then did he see the faint blood on the knee of Yan Zinan's trousers. He panicked, "Are you injured? I'll help you up."

They supported each other and went to the sofa. Yan Zinan wanted to roll up his pants, but he couldn't bear the pain of the wound. Yin Xinchang looked at the thin and thin fabric and was anxious. He happened to have a knife in his hand. Draw and pull.

With a squeak, Yan Zinan's trousers were cut, the wound was exposed, and other places were also exposed to the eyes.

Yin Xinchang panicked when he saw the pink underwear, "I'm sorry..."

Yan Zinan shook her head, covered up her torn pants, and carefully wiped the blood with a tissue.

Yin Xinchang quickly took out the medicine box from under the coffee table.

The wound was not serious, Yan Zinan's pain was caused by twisting her foot, so she rubbed it with medicine and wine to relieve it.Yin Xinchang held the Band-Aid and couldn't put it in his hands. After a moment of confusion, he decided to give some help from other places for peace of mind, "Are you hungry? I'll give you hot chicken soup!"

Yan Zinan glanced at her, and said honestly, "Hungry, thank you."

Yin Xinchang finally found his useful place, Banda went to the kitchen, turned on the fire to boil the chicken soup and served it, "There is no bread, do you want some biscuits? Wait, it's five o'clock now...Auntie will make it at seven o'clock For breakfast, drink some soup to rest your stomach, and eat steamed stuffed buns later!"

Yan Zinan's hands were full of medicinal wine, so she didn't have time to pick up her chicken soup.

Not discouraged, Yin Xinchang sat down familiarly, and fed him a spoonful of soup.

Yan Zinan frowned at her.

"Drink first." Yin Xinchang thought he was doing the right thing, "You fell because you didn't have the strength!"

The white porcelain spoon was brought to his mouth, Yan Zinan had no room to refuse, and slowly drank it.

Yin Xinchang happily prepared the second spoonful.

"I'll do it myself." Yan Zinan didn't care about any medicinal wine, and took the bowl directly.

"Ok."

Yin Xinchang helped tidy up the medicine box, picked up things and threw them in, making a mess.Yan Zinan finished the chicken soup without saying a word, and stared at the remaining chicken legs in the bowl for a while.

"I'll help you~" Yin Xinchang wanted to intervene again.

Yan Zinan refused, wrapped the bone in a tissue and ate it.

Yin Xinchang let out a "wow", "You eat so well!"

Yan Zinan didn't answer, she got up after eating, scared Yin Xinchang away with the medicinal wine in her hand, and went to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes.Yin Xinchang followed step by step, wanting to find something he could help, looking around only to catch an opportunity, "This is dish soap, and this is hand sanitizer."

"Thank you." Yan Zinan replied politely.

Yin Xinchang smiled, "You're welcome, I'll take you to the bedroom."

"Oh."

Yan Zinan agreed, and walked slowly with one hand in order to prevent the torn rag from touching the wound.

Yin Xinchang followed behind, seeing this scene, he thought the movements were elegant, and in a trance, he thought of the worn-out black clothes as long skirts that dragged the floor, which perfectly matched Yan Zinan's posture.

"Which one?" Yan Zinan reached the stairs and turned to ask her.

Yin Xinchang came back to his senses and pointed in a direction, "The second room on the right."

Yan Zinan walked over with a blank expression. From the side view, the paint that was accidentally stained on the clothes was colorful, not elegant, and looked more like a naughty child who couldn't clean himself up.

Yin Xinchang knocked on the head.

Sure enough, he was sleepy and confused, elegant?nonexistent.

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On the day Yan Zinan attended Fengweize's opening ceremony, she finally put on a wig. She sat in front of the dressing table and moved to the same side to comb it casually. She stared at herself in the mirror and smiled. Putting on makeup between jars, her expression is soft, patient and meticulous.

The excessively short hairstyle was gone, and the solemn stubbornness of the black face was also gone.

Yin Xinchang was dumbfounded.

Yan Zinan pursed her lips to even out the light and pink color, and turned around leisurely while holding the hem of her skirt, her tone was still cold, but she habitually bent the corners of her lips, "Is this strange?"

"Not surprising!" Yin Xinchang was amazed, "It's so pretty!"

Yan Zinan let out an "oh", checked the time and prepared to change her shoes and go downstairs.

"Wait!" Yin Xinchang looked Yan Zinan from head to toe, and when he had an idea, he rushed to the cloakroom to choose a pair of shiny shoes, and rushed over, "Put this pair on, your pair is too heavy, it doesn't match the skirt." .”

Afraid of being rejected, she sat down directly against Yan Zinan, bent down and put the shoes by her feet.

Yan Zinan didn't recover, and obediently put on the shoes she designated.

Yin Xinchang squatted on the ground, looked at Yan Zinan with a smile on his face, and seemed to be able to imagine the scene of a blue dress floating in the air, and a delicate figure stepping on the stars.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Zinan felt uncomfortable being stared at, so she turned her eyes away.

It's a bit like when we first met.

Yin Xinchang recalled the pair of cracked and worn-out shoes when they met for the first time, and suddenly realized that his wish to change Yan Zinan's shoes had come true.However, looking at Yan Zinan in front of her, she felt that there was no magic or fairy tales, the person in front of her was just so nice.

She curled her lips and said something that only she could understand.

"It's not Cinderella, it's a princess..."