After the stand-in resigned

Even though An Fan had warned him like this, from the moment the message was pushed, he still knew everything he should know.

She was the only one around Ling Ran, and she was only involved with Ling Ran. The girlfriend Ling Ran advertised so much, even if she was excluded, she couldn't find another one.

An Fan was forced to receive many greetings from people who knew about her relationship with Ling Ran.

It was also at this moment that An Fan realized that everyone around him took it for granted that she and Ling Ran were a couple, regardless of whether it was sooner or later.

It's one thing to be with Ling Ran, but another thing to be known to be with Ling Ran. An Fan felt strangely ashamed and ashamed.

In the final analysis, it was the mobile phone. An Fan thought it was okay to not touch it or not. After a few days of self-cleaning, except for Ling Ran who sent her messages every day, everyone else receded like a tide.

With the arrival of the National Day holiday, the number of tourists in Yancheng surged, and there were many more people coming and going in Pingzhen.

Driven by the holidays, Pingzhen, a rising tourist star, finally became lively. B&Bs and restaurants were extremely busy. The sound of people and cars sounded from morning to night, as if they were accompanied by the sound of coins falling to the ground.

An Fan pretended to be a local, except for the necessary foraging, he basically didn't go out, and didn't burden the traffic.

Ling Ran wanted to add to the burden, but she couldn't spare time. She was busy from morning to night, and even sent messages to An Fan during meal time.

When Ling Ran asked An Fan countless times what he was doing every day and whether it was fun, An Fan finally answered and called.

An Fan asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Ling Ran seized the rare opportunity to communicate and bewitched, "Do you want to come to my place?"

"why?"

Ling Ran intentionally blurred the concept: "There is no couple who live apart in two places for a long time."

An Fan was not fooled: "You're not a couple, you're a stand-in, please recognize yourself."

Ling Ran is capable of bending and stretching, and now she pretends to be pitiful: "Is the double not qualified to ask to be with you?"

An Fan was at a loss for words, she had never seen such a stand-in who blatantly asked for it.

But now the initiative is with her, she said: "If you don't want to be, you can—"

"No, I think!" Ling Ran finished her response in a hurry, but she couldn't hold back a laugh. It was herself who laughed, and she said, "You really have a way to deal with me. It was an agreement before, but now it's a substitute. You can definitely eat me." .”

"You can not-"

Ling Ran expressed her sincerity again: "No, I am willing."

After a while of silence, Ling Ran still didn't give up: "Are you really not coming? Even if you just go back to Haicheng, you can meet your friends during the holiday and meet me by the way."

An Fan was cold and heartless: "Give up." He hung up the phone after saying that.

An Fan really thought that she would not go back to Haicheng, and there was no reason for her to go back. Unexpectedly, a phone call in the afternoon made her book a return ticket.

The call came during his nap, and the ringtone woke Anfan up.

It was an unfamiliar number, but An Fan had the impression that she had called this number a few days ago. She was in seclusion at the time and didn't pick up. She didn't call back because the number was unfamiliar. She hesitated for a few seconds, but still answered.

"Oh, it's too difficult to call you." A clear female voice, even complaining, made people feel uneasy, and then the voice of the person became softer, as if talking to the person next to him: "She answered, why don't you tell me? "

An Fan was confused: "You are?"

"Wait a moment, our teacher will tell you personally."

After a while, another voice sounded, hiding the calmness and calmness unique to people of a certain age: "Are you Anfan?"

"I am." An Fan replied hesitantly, already considering the possibility of being a liar.

"I'm Ding Xian, are you interested in learning how to draw with me?"

This kind and playful tone made An Fan hang up the phone.

Who is Ding Xian?

Ding Xian is a well-known painter in China and a national painter. He has held hundreds of exhibitions all over the world. Such a person will take the initiative to call her and ask her to be a painter. Apprentice?

An Fan didn't believe it.

The strange number called again, An Fan stared at the flashing phone, still feeling impossible.

Even if the master really wants to accept her as an apprentice, let alone the huge difference in painting styles between the two, the mere fact that the master knows her number is already very strange.

The bell rang persistently for a long time, and even changed the landline number and hung up to call again. An Fan felt that her vigilance had reached the highest level, so she connected the phone again.

"Hello, Ms. An, this is Teacher Ding's studio. We will send an email to your mobile phone later, please check it. Feel free to ask any questions you have after reading it... We are not liars."

The last sentence made An Fan slightly embarrassed.

After reading the email, An Fan had already believed half of it, and when the strange number called again, she answered it, still with the same voice, laughing: "You think I'm a liar?"

At this time, An Fan was afraid that it was fake, and even more afraid that it was real, so he was too embarrassed to speak up, so he kept silent.

Ding Xian explained the reason: "Didn't you stay in Yancheng? My granddaughter went there to play some time ago, and got a painting of yours somehow. She insisted on comparing it with mine. She also said that your painting is good, so I can't be angry. Ha ha."

An Fan would indeed give the pictures to the children when she went out to draw, but she didn't expect this, so she said in a daze: "Children are not sensible."

"He's quite sensible, and he's really good at painting..." Ding Xian said, "Don't gossip, are you interested in learning from me for a while? If you are interested, I will call Xiao Cai and let her tell you."

An Fan asked again: "Didn't you stop accepting disciples?"

Ding Xian laughed, and said cryptically, "Isn't someone asking for this?"

Afterwards, the call was transferred to the girl named Xiao Cai. An Fan listened to the earnest advice from there, and felt like a pie in the sky.

But the pie was smashed and she had to pick it up, An Fan didn't even pack his luggage, he hurriedly booked a ticket and set foot on the way back to Haicheng.

On the plane, she was still thinking, who is that pleaser?

Is it Ling Ran, her parents, or the kid who accepted her painting?

After much deliberation, An Fan felt that the kid was the most likely person, who could convince everyone to recruit disciples again, and this person definitely held a lot of weight in his heart.

It was already evening after traveling all the way to Haicheng, An Fan took a taxi to the restaurant according to the address given, entered the private room and saw two people eating.

Ding Xian's temples were slightly white, and he was wearing a gray shirt. He was sitting there drinking soup, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, no different from the photo.

Xiao Cai next to her was beyond An Fan's expectations. She heard the voice on the phone and thought she was the same age, but when she saw someone, she thought she could be called sister or aunt.

An Fan greeted the two of them stiffly, Ding Xian asked her to sit down, and introduced, "Xiao Cai, your Aunt Cai is called Master."

Just as An Fan was about to speak, Cai Jing said angrily, "Do people recognize you as a master? Are you calling me Master?"

Ding Xian laughed, wrapped his arms around Cai Jing's shoulders, and raised his head at Anfan: "People have seen it, it's genuine, not a liar, do you want to be a teacher?"

An Fan hurriedly said: "Of course I am very willing, but I want to know...why?" She looked at the two blankly.

Cai Jing, as his wife and assistant, answered the questions: "It was entrusted by others."

An Fan blinked: "Who?"

"I really want to tell you too, but that person won't let me." Cai Jing smiled: "Do you have to ask the bottom line like this? Or is it that Teacher Ding's talents are no longer enough to satisfy you young people?"

An Fan quickly shook his head and talked about serious issues: "But I haven't had much exposure to oil painting. I learned a little when I was a child, but I almost forgot about it."

Ding Xian is an expert in oil painting. Although An Fan really wants to learn from him, she is afraid that she will not be able to keep up.

Ding Xian obviously didn't think it was a problem: "Small things, if you want to learn, I will teach you. If you want to continue to draw your own, then there is no problem, anyway, painting is like that, you can draw whatever you want."

After eating and chatting like this all night, An Fan gained a new master, and he also understood a little bit about the intention of accepting apprentices.

To put it simply, it means accepting apprentices. The apprentices can do whatever they want, and they will try their best to teach them if they want to learn from the master's skills, giving the apprentices the greatest freedom.

An Fan couldn't tell if this was a good idea, but if she wanted to continue to develop further, it would undoubtedly be best to have such a well-known master lead the way.

An Fan vaguely understood that it was the unnamed person who was paving the way for her.

An Fan was still a little dazed as he bid farewell to his master and his wife.

It is of course a pleasure to have such a master as a teacher, but besides being happy, it also feels a little unclear.

An Fan couldn't figure out what this was for a while.

After walking with the evening breeze for a while, An Fan finally thought of a more realistic question, where would she sleep tonight?

Even though her home is here, An Fan still doesn't have much sense of belonging to that home. The Mid-Autumn Festival can be regarded as a reconciliation, but An Fan still doesn't want to go back.

After much deliberation, she decided to go to Lu Yun's house, even though Lu Yun was not there.An Fan was about to call Lu Yun to report, when Ling Ran's call came first.

An Fan looked around vigilantly to make sure that Ling Ran was not nearby, and then connected the phone.

"Eh?" Ling Ran was flattered, as if he couldn't believe that An Fan really answered, and then said after being shocked: "I just finished the meeting, I miss you a little bit."

The evening breeze was blowing comfortably, and An Fan started chatting: "Why is it open so late?"

Ling Ran was even more surprised, but also more pleased: "Recently, there is a project to be launched, and something went wrong temporarily, and it is being resolved."

"Has that been resolved?"

Ling Ran opened her screen: "Of course, who am I?"

An Fan poured cold water: "Isn't it Ling Ran?"

Ling Ran was amused, and said love words without hesitation: "I'm not tired after chatting with you for a while, and ten more meetings are fine."

An Fan urged her: "Then go and drive."

"I haven't eaten yet, go to a nearby place and have a meal before starting—" Ling Ran's voice stopped abruptly here, and then called her: "Anfan!"

The voice was slightly wrong, first it was near, then far away, An Fan realized something, turned his head and saw that Ling Ran was coming down the steps, followed by a large group of people who seemed to have just finished the meeting.

An Fan looked up at the building, wondering, this is not Ling Ran's house either.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Ran came close, panting slightly to look at her, unbuttoned two shirt buttons, and the two dimples on the collarbone moved up and down with breathing.

Ling Ran was pleasantly surprised: "Why are you here!"

An Fan couldn't hold back the look in her eyes, as if she wanted to swallow her up, she said incoherently, "I happened to be passing by by accident."

Ling Ran had a clear look in her eyes, and she didn't try to reveal it. She grabbed her hand and was about to speak. An Fan broke away, and his eyes fell on the group of people who were also walking down the steps, and said, "Aren't you going to eat?" ?”

"I don't want to eat anymore."

Seeing that An Fan was still staring at the group of people, Ling Ran waved his hand back, pulled An Fan aside after the screen retreated, and said, "Let's go home."