Improper stepping stone for men

In the studio, Fu Yangyan stood in front of the table with his back facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window, picked up a pen and dipped it in the paint tray, and just hung his hand over the white paper when there was a sudden knock on the door, The inspiration that had just arisen instantly dissipated like a tide.

"Come in," he lowered his face, threw the paintbrush, and said displeasedly to the girl who opened the door, "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me while I was painting?"

The little assistant was a little frightened, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly replied: "Mr. Fu, there is a Ms. Jian looking for you outside."

"No!" Fu Yangyan became even more unhappy, "Studio? Didn't Anan teach you the rules? Didn't you? If you can't even remember these basic things, I don't think you are suitable to stay here."

"No, Teacher Fu!" the little assistant said anxiously, "Sister Nan has taught? Me, me too? I remember the teacher's rules, but this Ms. Jian is holding your invitation letter, which clearly states Invited her to the studio at ten o'clock this morning?"

"I don't know Ms. Jian at all." Fu Yangyan saw that her face didn't look like she was lying, and her tone softened a little. "I never gave you an invitation letter."

"I'm afraid it's someone who used a new method to meet me. Please invite her out. Be smart in the future and don't let people in casually. If you make an appointment, I will tell you in advance."

"But Mr. Fu," the little assistant said hesitantly, "the letter on that invitation letter is indeed in your? handwriting, and it also has your? personal number."

"Huh?" Fu Yangyan asked suspiciously, "Bring it to me to have a look."

It's not impossible to imitate handwriting, but his private mobile phone number is known to very few people, and most of the ones he can get are related to people he knows.

Since there is even a phone number, there is absolutely no need to copy an invitation letter, but he really remembers that he has never given any invitation letter, let alone a woman named Jane.

The assistant girl hurriedly handed over the things, and Fu Yangyan took a look in her hand, and found that it was really a rather formal invitation letter, but it was given to him by an art exhibition held yesterday.

The artist who organized this exhibition? He doesn't really know the artist well, but he has a close relationship with his teacher, so when he was invited to attend, he decided to join in the show.

But? Yesterday he was not feeling well. It was already noon when he woke up, and then he ate something casually

, swallowed two pills, and fell into a drowsy sleep until this morning.

Naturally, the art exhibition didn't go. Fortunately, he didn't give a clear reply that he would go, but he didn't need to explain it specifically, but this invitation letter should be in his home. How did it get into someone else's hands?

And the words written in the blank space above, the handwriting that invited Ms. Jian Jiangxue to the studio for a gathering, which he is all too familiar with, really belong to him.

The handwriting can be imitated, but who would go to such great lengths to imitate his? handwriting to be almost completely similar, just to meet? him?

"Invite this Ms. Jian to the reception room, and I will come right away." Fu Yangyan had countless question marks in his mind, and decided to meet this mysterious woman first.

"Okay, Teacher Fu." The little assistant answered, carefully closed the door and walked out.

Fu Yangyan walked around the studio twice impatiently, holding that weird invitation letter and went to the reception room.

Unexpectedly, what he saw was just an ordinary-looking? woman. The "ordinary" refers to? not her? appearance, but not as mysterious as he thought?.

The woman is actually quite beautiful. She is about 30 years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a pointed face? An oval face, slender eyebrows, neither thick nor light, she has the temperament of a classical beauty.

But? Her complexion was a little haggard, which made her look a lot paler, like a flower that has lost its water and has become a little dry.

But there was a sparkle in her eyes, which made her eyes shine extraordinarily bright.

Seeing him push the door in, the woman stood up immediately, her lips were tightly pursed, her long eyelashes flickered non-stop, and her fingers were twisted together nervously.

"Hi, teacher!" Jian Jiangxue suddenly bowed and said excitedly, "I'm here to learn from you. Thank you for your encouragement yesterday. It made me regain my lost dream."

"?" Fu Yangyan's footsteps stopped, and he was taken aback. Maybe it was because he was used to being expressionless for so many years that he managed to maintain the expression on his face without losing his composure.

When did he accept an apprentice?Why doesn't he know it himself?What encouragement is there, didn't he sleep at home all day yesterday?What is this woman from?Is this a new type? Porcelain way?

I originally thought that meeting people would answer my doubts, but I didn't expect that there are more questions now.

"Please sit down, Ms. Jian, right?" Fu Yangyan said and sat opposite her, trying not to show any strangeness on his face

, "Listen to you? Means you met? Me yesterday?"

Jian Jiangxue blinked suspiciously. He suddenly had a feeling in his head that she would make a small movement of tilting her head to the right next, and then saw the person in front of her slightly tilted as he imagined. head.

Fu Yangyan couldn't help but rubbed his temples, feeling like he was in a daze, how could he feel familiar with someone he had never met before?

"Teacher?" Jian Jiangxue squeezed her fingers nervously, and the knuckles at the joints turned white, "Are you regretting it? I know I'm a bit old, and I've dropped my paintbrush for almost eight years. Not an ideal student candidate."

"But please believe me, I will work hard?!"

When she said these words? She stared closely at the man opposite, her eyes full of determination, she was so nervous that she held her breath, afraid that she would get an answer she didn't want to hear.

Fu Yangyan felt that he should refuse, but under her gaze, he shook his head in a mysterious way: "I didn't mean that..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that his throat was terribly dry and hoarse. He cleared his throat quickly and said, "Learning is endless. Age is never a problem. As long as you want to learn, it's never too late."

What Jian Jiangxue mentioned? She suddenly let go of her heart, and she let out a long sigh of relief, only to realize that her chest was swollen and painful.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I misunderstood." She smiled a little shyly, "Actually, you and I talked so much yesterday, I should understand your character, but I'm really scared, so... I'm really sorry."

Seeing that her expression is sincere and does not seem to be fake, Fu Yangyan is real? Confused, could it be that there is something wrong with his memory, did he meet her yesterday?

"Ms. Fu, can you talk to me about the details of our meeting yesterday?" Seeing the confusion on her face, he hurriedly found an excuse and said, "Actually, I want to know more about your journey, please Do not mind."

This excuse is quite far-fetched, but fortunately, although Jian Jiangxue was strange, she didn't think too much about it, and began to tell the story without hesitation: "To tell the truth, my marriage has had some changes recently, and I feel very depressed, so listen If there is an art exhibition, come out to relax."

She described in detail the process of the two meeting yesterday, how she felt, and what Teacher Fu said. Her voice was soft, and her language was vivid and orderly.

Fu Yangyan gradually immersed herself in following her descriptions, depicting in her mind that there was nothing in her memory at all.

The scene that exists, seems to be really? and? She has seen? This side?, I can't help but ask her about the past.

It stands to reason that the two just met, but Jian Jiangxue didn't feel uncomfortable in her heart, and poured out her own experience like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Childhood dreams, majors in college, giving up studies for her boyfriend, youth gradually fading in marriage, feelings after discovering her husband's cheating, and after Luohai was rescued, she realized everything and resolutely ended her relationship for many years.

The heart-wrenching past? When she brought it up again, she found that she was not so sad anymore. Maybe she had the opportunity to regain her previous dream. Now her heart is full of expectations for the future.

Fu Yangyan looked at her radiant eyes, and for some reason couldn't bear to see her disappointed. Without knowing the truth of the matter, he actually nodded and recognized the student.

When he told her to go back and prepare the painting utensils, so that she could officially start studying tomorrow? Jian Jiangxue's eyes were shining, as if they were shining, and he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth happily.

This inexplicable excitement and joy did not calm down for a long time after sending the person away. Fu Yangyan shut himself in the studio, picked up the brush and immersed himself in it. When he came back to his senses, he painted a painting The landscape painting has come alive on the paper.

The style of this painting is completely different from his previous works. He is good at landscape painting, but the previous paintings always have a faint sense of bleakness, but the one in front of him is full of vitality , Let people feel a warm and comfortable feeling when they look at it.

While waiting for the paint to dry, his eyes couldn't help lingering on it. He didn't expect that the breakthrough he had been seeking for a long time but failed to achieve would be achieved because of a student who appeared out of nowhere.

Thinking of Jian Jiangxue, the joy in Fu Yangyan's heart slowly settled. After hesitating for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the person who opened the art exhibition?

"Mr. Fu," the call was quickly connected, and the excited voice of the young man came from there, "Thank you for coming here yesterday. Do you have any orders for me?"

"No, I just congratulate you. The art exhibition was very successful." Now there is no need to ask any more questions. The question in his heart has already been answered.

Knowing that the newly recruited student did not lie to him, Fu Yangyan let go of what he quietly raised, but another level of worry arose. After exchanging pleasantries with the young man, he hurriedly ended the call, and then

Immediately after that, another number was called.

"A'nan," he frowned tightly, "Do you know which psychiatrist is in? The doctor is relatively famous. Make an appointment for me."

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