After the stand-in resigned

An Fan returned to Pingzhen, her home, the next day.

It was a strange feeling, even though she had only been here for less than four months, this place gave her a stronger sense of belonging than any other place in Haicheng.

An Fan slumped on the sofa and looked around her small home. The flowers and plants in the courtyard walls, the tables and chairs in the house, all left traces of her life.

Gradually, these traces were covered with Ling Ran.

An Fan collected himself, but still failed to remove Ling Ran from the traces, so he simply stopped struggling.

It must be admitted that Ling Ran lived here for a long time, even when she recalled the days in Pingzhen later, Ling Ran would be an indispensable part.

An Fan felt that she had fallen into a strange circle, Ling Ran's strange circle.

She couldn't avoid Ling Ran.

Even though she once ran to Jiang City to avoid Ling Ran, Ling Ran still added a lot of color to her memory in Jiang City.

In every memory of her, there is Ling Ran.

An Fan couldn't help but reflect, is it really unavoidable?

In Jiang City, she could have spoken even more utterly. No matter how much Ling Ran wanted to pester her, she couldn't hold back her cold-eyed humiliation over and over again.

And here, she can also be ruthless and shut out Ling Ran who has lost her memory. If she doesn't take her in, she will have nothing.

There were other solutions, but she chose the one with the deepest bond with Ling Ran.

...I still care about her?

An Fan thought about this question quietly, and finally came up with an answer cautiously, which was because he cared.

Because he cared, Ling Ran could easily influence her.

She liked the sentence a long time ago, she thought over and over again, and couldn't sleep all night, breaking up the unbearable past and analyzing the details, in exchange for hope and disappointment.

Ling Ran's provocative words from time to time, the joy of the people around her, and the dusty memories of September 9th are all pushing her to an emotional high point.

It wasn't until Ling Ran came with the story of the first encounter that An Fan finally made up his mind to solve it.

Being a stand-in is good, being together is wonderful, solving two things at once, and all her weirdness has an outlet to express.

She would be very afraid of Ling Ran's pursuit, An Fan thought she was afraid of falling in love with Ling Ran like this again, but she couldn't control Ling Ran, so they simply stayed together.Once the result is reached, the process will not be consolidated, and Ling Ran will not chase after it.

But An Fan is not willing to be together like this... She is angry and injustice, why should she be influenced by Ling Ran's behavior, after much deliberation, it is best for a double to be together.

An Fan used to think that this was the best way, she could ignore Ling Ran's teasing, and she could ignore the booing around her, since they were together anyway, she could feel calm about what other people liked.

until last night...

An Fan was presumptuous last night, she let herself get along with Ling Ran, she didn't think about the past that she couldn't bear to look back on, and she wasn't tied down by the unclear relationship in the present, until Ling Ran asked that sentence: An Fan, do you like it? me?

These words were like a bucket of cold water, which made Anfan sober, and then she realized how inappropriate what she did was.

She hurriedly stopped, but Ling Ran refused to let her go. He grabbed her hand and wanted to ask her again: An Fan, I think you still like me.

If the words just now were just harmless cold water, then these words turned into a blow to the head with extremely damaging value. An Fan pulled out his hand almost grandiosely, pushed Ling Ran away, and denied it righteously: "I don't!"

"I don't like you, I don't." An Fan said.

An Fan thought Ling Ran was misunderstood by her actions, and instantly felt as helpless as someone who had been mistaken for eating two bowls of jelly. She had a thousand words to refute, and finally turned into a murmur: "I didn't."

"Okay, you didn't." Ling Ran was caught off guard by being pushed, and fell to the side weakly. She sat up with her arms propped up, shortened the distance with An Fan, and reiterated: "You don't like me, and that's not what I meant."

Ling Ran said: "I think and hope, as long as you still like me."

The oolong caused by Ling Ran's unintentional pun made An Fan blush. She recalled the intense reaction just now, like a needle prick, with mixed feelings.

Ling Ran still said: "I didn't think about anything else, I just thought that if you still like me, you will laugh when I tease you, you will be happy when I treat you well, and you will be happy when you are with me...it's not like it is now."

She said: "Of course, there is nothing wrong with being like this now. I have nothing to criticize. I am very happy now. I am just not worth it for you... If you still like me, you will be better."

These words of thinking for An Fan's sake from An Fan's point of view can't be said to have moved An Fan much, but it did raise the mixed feelings in her heart who had just misunderstood Ling Ran.

An Fan replied "Don't worry about it", left Ling Ran and went to sleep in the master bedroom.

Only she knows whether she fell asleep or not.

An Fan would wonder, when Ling Ran pointed out that she still liked her, the reason why she reacted so violently was because she became angry after being exposed the truth?

I will think about it, but I dare not think about it.

An Fan closed his eyes, touched the sofa to cover his head with a pillow, and let out a long sigh.

Ling Ran will still send her messages, very frequently, but the content has changed.

In the past, it was endless love talk, but now it is the itinerary report plus love talk, similar to "I just finished the meeting, I miss you", "I went to the hotel for inspection, and I saw a figure from a distance and thought it was you. I knew it was not, but I couldn't help but read more. Eye", "Auntie made noodles with tomato sauce, which is more delicious than the one near home, when will you try it"... all kinds of things, in short, there are a lot of tricks.

An Fan didn't return or look at it, just saving it.When you have saved enough or want to read it, take it out and take a look, and then swipe out of the screen intact.

She used to think that this was how Ling Ran treated the messages she sent, but now she feels a secret pleasure in reciprocating an eye for an eye.

After a few days, Ding Xian, the newly recognized master, called Anfan directly to return to Haicheng.

The reason for going back was simple, the master wanted to teach the apprentice, and it would be convenient to separate the two places, An Fan agreed immediately, and started to pack his luggage and go back.

There were only two suitcases packed from the dormitory when I came, and there were even fewer suitcases when I went back, only one.

The lease of the house was signed for one year, and it hasn't expired yet, and An Fan doesn't want to quit, she always feels that she will come back again, there is no need.

Dragging a streamlined suitcase, An Fan embarked on the road back to Haicheng.

This trip back to Anfan, she didn't tell anyone, and chose a hotel close to Ding Xian's house to live in. In fact, Ruiting was closer, but she was afraid of bumping into Ling Ran who was inspecting, so she would rather stay far away.

Every day I go to the master's house as if clocking in at work, follow him around, paint occasionally, and listen to his lectures on painting. I don't actually do anything, but at the end of the day, it's much better than Anfan's cranky thinking at home.

The news about Lingran's hair gradually accumulated more and more, and An Fan began to reply, usually picking the latest one and ignoring the others.

Ling Ran sent more vigorously after receiving a reply, and the messages piled up again. An Fan replied one when he saw it, and another one when he saw it, gradually back and forth.

One day two weeks later, An Fan was discussing the latest gossip with the girl on the wire in the studio, when Ding Xian suddenly called him to the office.

An Fan was taken aback, the female voice quickly pushed her away, and said with a smile, "It's a good thing."

An Fan followed up the office suspiciously, what good could he do?

It is more appropriate to say that it is an office, and it is more appropriate to call it a conversation room, but whenever colleagues or laymen come to the studio to find Ding Xian, no matter what matters, they are usually settled in this room.

It was the first time An Fan entered, he was a little cautious: "Teacher."

"Don't be nervous..." Ding Xian laughed, "Didn't you ask me to hand in a painting before, it was actually sent to auction, and a foundation approached me, and they are going to hold a charity bazaar tomorrow. Tonight, do you want to go together?"

An Fan was convinced that this was a good thing the female voice said, but she was slightly startled: "Can my work be sent to the auction?"

She is an unknown little guy, if you put her paintings on that kind of occasion, will someone buy them?

"Your painting is good." Ding Xian boasted first, and then said: "I'm also asking for your opinion. After this time, it's equivalent to announcing that you are my apprentice. Would you like to?"

An Fan blinked, and the value of her painting was greatly increased with just a few words of Ding Xian's apprentice.

An Fan quickly said, "Of course it's good to be able to help others."

"It's fine if you're willing." Ding Xian said happily, "Then when the auction is over, we'll hold a simple apprenticeship ceremony. At that time, we will invite a few colleagues to come and have fun. I will also learn from them and show off my apprentice."

Anfan should be fine.

Amid Anfan's tension and anticipation, the time came to the day of the charity sale.

An Fan accompanied Ding Xian and Cai Jing to attend the event. It wasn't too early. At the end of the red carpet, there were only a few people taking pictures in front of the camera. I don't know which camera captured Ding Xian. Thousands of flashes came alive, and the frequent flashes stimulated the audience. De Anfan squinted his eyes, the hand that was wandering in the air was caught and placed in the warm arms.

An Fan looked up, and it was Cai Jing who was smiling at her: "It's always like this, just smile."

An Fan walked through the red carpet with Cai Jing on his arm, and accompanied Ding Xian to write down his name on the theme wall at the end.

Ding Xian was invited to be interviewed, and An Fan was led into the cold food area. There were not too many people in the hall, but most of them were chatting. Fan body.

Cai Jing didn't care, and patted An Fan's shoulder: "It's not so fast tonight, you go eat something first."

An Fan was familiar with this matter, she was about to leave when she heard her teacher say, "Can I have a drink?"

Anfan doesn't drink wine very often, and she doesn't know how much she has. After thinking about it for a while, she said, "I should be able to drink a little."

Cai Jing said: "Then just take a few sips later."

When Ding Xian, who was being interviewed, came back, An Fan understood what his wife meant. She was waved by Ding Xian from a long distance away, and shouted, "Apprentice, come here!"

The effect of this sound was remarkable, An Fan instantly felt that everyone in the hall was looking at her, she quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, and walked towards Ding Xian and his wife naturally.

Cai Jing handed over a glass of fruit wine at the right time, and then patted on the shoulder: "Drink less."

What followed was endless chatting, An Fan actually didn't need to do anything, just listen quietly, clink glasses at the right time, and just keep smiling.

After several rounds, An Fan was finally able to return to Cai Jing's side.

She had a gentle smile on her face, and poked her face with her finger: "I've drank so much, my face is a little red."

An Fan touched her cheek with her backhand, it was slightly hot, but she didn't drink much, so she said, "I'm happy."

Cai Jing smiled: "Your master still has something to talk about, let's go first and leave him alone."

An Fan was taken aback: "Has the auction started yet?"

"Ah..." Cai Jing explained: "There are several rounds. The calligraphy and painting field is in the third round. It should be the second round now. Let's go in and take a look."

At the door, the hostess was tied with a colored rope, and An Fan followed Cai Jing into the door, and under the dim light, they came to their seats.

The position was on the left side of the second row, very close to the auctioneer. An Fan felt the tense atmosphere of the scene and quickly integrated into the atmosphere.

Cai Jing whispered in her ear: "If you like anything, just take a picture. Your master will pay for it, and it will be the first gift for your apprentice."

An Fan hurriedly said, "No, I have it myself."

Cai Jing laughed: "As you wish."

The auction was still going on, and the theme of the second round of auction seemed to be celebrity items. An Fan saw the pens used by famous calligraphers and painters, the bracelets worn by business tycoons, and the jadeite that she had gossiped about yesterday that the star frequently appeared in the photo.

An Fan bought a pair of classic brooches for 20 yuan, and planned to give them to Ding Xian and Cai Jing as gifts.

At the end of the auction round, there was a break time, and people came and went in and out of the auction room. The invited celebrity came to the stage to present a song. Ding Xian took his seat at this moment. Whispered in Cai Jing's ear: "I'm exhausted."

The voice was very low, and the venue was very lively, but An Fan still heard it, and she couldn't help but laugh.

The third round of auctions began soon. As Cai Jing said, it was calligraphy and painting by famous artists, and Ding Xian's painting took the lead, with a starting price of 50.

Quotations were heard one after another in the venue, An Fan and You Rong Yan, but Ding Xian and Cai Jing and his wife were still chatting quietly as if it had nothing to do with them. An Fan listened carefully, her master was complaining about the small The cake was too sweet, which caused him to drink several more sips of wine to suppress the greasy taste, the teacher's wife said coldly, and drank it as soon as she drank it, looking for an excuse.

The couple is sweet, An Fan wisely stopped listening.

The auction of the painting came to an end at this time, the auctioneer made a final decision, and the work was sold at a new high price. An Fan's eyes widened a bit when he saw the transaction amount displayed on the big screen.

Before the widened eyes could be retracted, the big screen turned and a new auction item appeared, which was her painting.

The auctioneer introduced: "The title of this work is "Whale". It is worth noting that this is the first time for the artist to display her work in public. She did not provide her name, but her background is indeed not small...she is The starting price for that Mr. Ding's beloved disciple just now is [-]..."

Accompanied by the background sound, An Fan was still staring at the painting.

This is her first oil painting in a theoretical sense. It has many flaws and the details are not perfect. Even the content is not suitable for exhibiting on such an occasion.

But when Ding Xian asked her to submit the work, the only thing she wanted to draw in her mind was the whale in the blue sea, so she drew the day she met Ling Ran for the first time as she wished.

A large piece of the wall was painted in the blue of the sea. She stood on the iron elevated and painted the whale. A car was parked not far away. The car did not drive away. The owner of the car was enjoying the painting on the wall while bathing in the sun through the car window. .

An Fan suddenly had a thought that she didn't want to be photographed away. Just as she was about to raise her card, a clear voice sounded in the not-so-quiet venue: "1000 million."

There was an uproar for a moment, and almost all eyes turned to that voice, including her master and mother.

An Fan didn't move, she recognized the voice, it was Ling Ran.

The auctioneer repeated his bid on the stage, once, twice, three times, but no one made another bid, and finally made a final decision.

The buzzing sound of the falling hammer was still entangled in An Fan's mind, and An Fan was also entangled for a second, two seconds, and three seconds, and finally turned around.

Ling Ran stood near the door, as if she came in a hurry, her two-buttoned shirt was wrinkled, and her coat was held in her arms. She panted lightly, and the people in the venue were also watching she.

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