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Lin Yunqing originally thought that after returning to the studio, she would not be able to bear the anxiety caused by the unclear relationship between herself and Wen Zhuo, just like the night before leaving Xiacheng, tossing and turning on the bed, complicated thoughts and emotions disturbing the sleepiness brought by the night , making people sleepless.

But, in fact, there was no time for him to get upset or think about when Wen Zhuo would come to him.The work in the studio seems to be more complicated than feelings. He thought that he could just concentrate on making pottery, but there are many more things than he thought.

I have to find time to communicate with Yalan’s designer almost every day. During the production stage, I need to pay attention to the promotional materials in the post-shooting period. Sometimes, in order to cooperate with the shooting, the production progress will be slowed down.

"Mr. Lin, come over and see if this mud is okay." A female voice came over suddenly.

Lin Yunqing put down the work at hand and walked over.

"Just tell me to call me by my name." Fengfeng is one of the three apprentices in the studio. Although he is an apprentice, he is only one year younger than him.In the past two days, Professor Lin has returned to school for some business, and all the tasks of leading apprentices fell on him. Several people called him "teacher" openly and silently, which is really embarrassing.

"It's almost there." Lin Yunqing glanced at the clay on the car surface, sat down, and stretched out his hands to hold the mud ball on the center of the car surface, "The mud ball should be kept on the center of the car surface, use fingers and wrists opposite Control it with your own force.” He demonstrated it to a few people around him, pulling the mud slab gracefully and smoothly.

"Pull it several times, pull it up and down, and get rid of the air bubbles in the mud ball."

He got up, gave up his seat, and watched several people sitting in front of the wheel to learn the movements he just made: "Well done, clay clay is more malleable than porcelain clay, suitable for fine figure modeling, this step is very important. "

He guided carefully for another whole morning before returning to the nearby work room and turning on the lamp on the table. Under the lamp was an unformed humanoid silhouette of forearm height.

This is the first character identified in the project. The waist-length hair and gorgeous clothes of the female characters make it more difficult to shape.

There are several rows of various knives on the table, and he skillfully changed the knives according to different carving techniques.

The sunlight outside the window gradually dissipated, and the outline of the character's face in Lin Yunqing's hand gradually became clear.

He put down the knife, pressed his neck back, and stretched vigorously, feeling his whole body stiffen a lot.

He straightened up and looked around, except for the light in front of the case, everything was dark.Fengfeng and the others have all left.

Lin Yunqing went out and raised her hand to turn on the light.The space in the studio is not big, and the pottery sculptures and tools are arranged in a mess, but they are all in the position where everyone can take advantage of, so they don’t care if they are not neat. In less than a month, the cabinets and countertops in the studio have gradually Be filled with various items.

There is also a bag of takeaways on a small round table.

He walked over, it was a dinner brought to him by a nearby hotel, he forgot to eat it, opened the bag, touched the box, it was already cold.

But he didn't care too much about the hot weather. He lifted the lid, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.

The cold dinner didn't have the charm to focus on, and he was looking at his phone while eating.

Two hours ago, Wen Zhuo sent him a message [Don't forget to eat dinner. ]

Lin Yunqing swallowed the rice with a guilty conscience.

During this time, Wen Zhuo didn't know where he found out that he often forgot to eat on time due to work, so he packed meals for him at the hotel where Fu Nian and the others stayed, and they delivered them on time, seven days a week, with no repeats every day.

[have eaten. ] He put down his chopsticks and replied with a guilty conscience.

[Very delicious, thank you, Bixin.jpg] He added again to express his gratitude.

Wen Zhuo obviously sensed something was wrong from his reply time, so he replied [Smile.jpg]

"Do you just send such a pervasive smile to your Bai Yueguang, your sweetheart, the object of your pursuit? Are you sincere?" Lin Yunqing dialed the phone directly, and when she opened her mouth, she seized the initiative to speak and changed the subject.

"I don't have any sincerity towards liars for the time being. Lin, who will do what he says, will do what he says." Wen Zhuo was not affected at all, and responded calmly, "You'd better not talk to me while eating."

Lin Yunqing: ...

He stuffed himself with a mouthful of vegetables and chewed.

"It's only eight o'clock, not too late."

"You are usually at home, and you have already rolled into bed at eight o'clock."

"I'm obsessed with work, I can't find a way out. I'm no longer the idle, unambitious little scumbag who waited for your salary." Classmate Lin said his erratic work and rest with pride.

"The current main work of your studio is to cooperate with Yalan, and the income is mainly from Yalan, and I am Yalan's largest shareholder." Wen Zhuo further explained kindly, "So, where does your salary come from? ?”

"Damn! Don't change your concept secretly! Our studio is a serious public account, which is different from before!" Lin Yunqing angrily bit a rib.

He thought how gentle Wen Zhuo would become after recovering his memory, but the two of them stopped seeing each other and talked on the phone, but this person was still the same, not changed at all.

In order not to occupy Lin's little rest time, the two didn't talk much.

"Remember to eat on time and rest early." Wen Zhuo's voice softened a lot.

"Understood, don't always work overtime. How good do you think you are, don't you get off work from the company at eleven or twelve o'clock recently? You still have the face to blame me." Lin Yunqing curled her lips.

"You're not at home, you don't want to go back." Wen Zhuo's voice suddenly dropped, deep.

There was an indistinct depression in the deep voice, which gently pressed Lin Yunqing's heartstrings. He was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to reply.

"Go to rest, good night." The other party didn't seem to be waiting for his answer, and ended the topic simply.

"Well, you too, pay attention to rest."

Lin Yunqing hung up the phone, it was that the voice didn't seem to dissipate after the call ended, but quietly entangled into his heart, teasing his heart, and the tips of his ears turned red belatedly.

After tidying up the tabletop, he turned off the downstairs lights and walked upstairs.

The lights on the second floor have not been turned on yet, only the stair lights are faintly shining. He looked out of the window, and there was a building opposite, which blocked his view. The prosperity comes into view.

Obviously Xiacheng's population is much denser than this small county, but when I live here, I feel that this place is far more lively than Xiacheng.

Wen Zhuo's house is so big, if he lives alone, will he feel a bit too quiet?

Lin Yunqing turned on the light while thinking, and the whole field of vision suddenly became brighter. Unlike the first floor, which was full of things, the second floor was used as a living area, but it looked much empty. He didn't have anything to put here.

In fact, it was more like a hotel where he stayed because of work.

He still has a lot of luggage in Wen Zhuo's house, and the two of them tacitly did not mention the pile of luggage left behind by the master.

When he was still in Xia City, even though he stayed at home alone most of the day, he didn't feel bored or lonely.

It's probably because Wen Zhuo is also here, and he has to make breakfast for him, and occasionally deliver lunch, and when it's off work time, sometimes the two of them will go shopping in the supermarket, and the time passes quickly.

Because I miss the person and know that he will come back, I will not feel bored.Thinking of this, Lin Yunqing chuckled lightly.

After washing up, he went back to his room and took out his book.

As time goes by, the planned goals of work and study are getting closer, and the itinerary on the review schedule can no longer be vaguely postponed or ignored.

Studio work took up the daytime, and he could review only at night.

Lin Yunqing's execution ability is very strong. Once the schedule is determined, he will strictly implement it.

After finishing all the learning tasks for today, it was already two o'clock in the morning. Looking at the time on the phone screen, he was suddenly a little discouraged.

It was too much, he had already compressed his sleep time extremely.

Lin Yunqing's mood fell inexplicably, he yawned and lay down on the bed.

Looking at the flickering starlight outside the window, he felt a little dull in his heart. After leaving work and study temporarily, he seemed to have many other problems.

I wonder if Wen Zhuo fell asleep?

What's next for them?

The studio is here, will he go back to Xia City?He has no reason to return to Xia City.

Lin Yunqing took out her mobile phone and clicked on the calendar.In the dimly lit room, the brightness of the mobile phone screen dissipated the original drowsiness.

University A is in Xiacheng, and he will take the postgraduate entrance examination in December. Even if he passes the entrance examination, he will not be admitted until September next year. There is still more than a year. During this time, studying and working have occupied most of his time. He has no time or time The reason to go to Xiacheng.

If you go to University A to study for graduate school, how will the studio take care of it?Can he handle both?

Can he take care of review and work just before the postgraduate entrance examination without considering it?I don't have enough time to review, what should I do if I fail?

In the middle of the night, some problems that he hadn't thought about during the day seemed to be suddenly elevated to the height of life's problems, lingering in his brain.

Lin Yunqing suddenly felt a little anxious, turned over, lay on her side, grabbed a pillow and hugged her in her arms.

It must have been a wrong choice to promise to set up a studio at the beginning, since time was so tight, he overestimated himself too much.

Maybe he can't do anything well, Wen Zhuo is so good, he won't like him at all.

Unanswered questions and anxiety continued to fill his mind.

Throughout the night, he didn't know whether he fell asleep or not. Those questions kept weighing on him, and he seemed a little out of breath.

Maybe it was because he was thinking too much, he felt a dull pain on the right forehead, and those little pains rushed in his brain, shattering his concentration and thinking ability.

The room gradually brightened, and it was dawn.

But he felt sleepy and couldn't get up.

And work.Among the confused thoughts, only this point is the clearest.

Lin Yunqing struggled to get up from the bed, maybe it was dawn, and the mood seemed to be a little lighter, sometimes the night is suffocating.

His footsteps were a little heavy, and he walked slowly to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

While washing his face, he realized that his forehead seemed a little hot.

He forgot that this body was already very weak, and it only recovered a little during the time spent with Wen Zhuo. Only then did Lin Yunqing think about this fact that he had been ignoring all along, so he couldn't stay up all night anymore.

He poured cold water on his face, regained consciousness before heading downstairs.

But when stepping downstairs, he felt that his body seemed to be a little weightless, and he always felt that the next step was going to be empty.

He stretched out his hand to hold the escalator, and then walked down slowly.

It's just that the sudden dull pain in his head made him lose his mind, his feet were empty, and he fell forward chaotically.

"Yun Qing!" Fu Nian, who had just come in from the door, saw this scene, shouted, and rushed over, but still failed to catch anyone.

Lin Yunqing fell downstairs, he subconsciously protected his head with his arms, there was no injury on his head, the tingling pain in his ankles and knees made it rare for him to stay awake.

"I'm fine." He supported the floor with his hands, trying to stand up, but the wound on his knee was pulled along with his movements, and the stinging pain suddenly became more intense.

"Be careful, don't move." Fu Nian hurriedly held his arm, "Where is the injury? I'll call an ambulance, don't move."

"It's too exaggerated. I don't need an ambulance. I have a little pain in my knee. Just apply some medicine." Lin Yunqing didn't care much. He could still cope with this level of fall, but the headache was severe.

"Go to the hospital. I'll call a taxi." Fu Nian put the breakfast in his hand and took out his mobile phone. "You eat breakfast first. I'll tell Ding Yuan and the others to watch the studio."

Fu Nian didn't give him a chance to discuss it, and the car arrived at the door in a while.

When Lin Yunqing got into the car, the pain from the wound was second to none. He felt his head hurt even more. He leaned his head on the back of the seat, feeling drowsy and sleepy.

When he arrived at the hospital, the wound was indeed fine, and the doctor treated him briefly.

Lin Yunqing casually mentioned a headache, and carefully answered the doctor's question.

"This is too common among you young people. It is a nervous headache caused by staying up late. What's more, you are weak and can't bear it more than others. Pay attention to rest. The most effective way to relieve it is to supplement sleep." The doctor briefly answered answered his question.

Lin Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, at least he's not sick.

After returning to the studio, Fu Nian forced him into his room to rest for the first time.

Lin Yunqing lay helplessly on the bed with a severe headache.

It was not easy to fall asleep. After lying down for a long time, he felt drowsy and drowsy, but he did not sleep deeply. His head hurt so much that he simply lay on his stomach and pressed his head against the pillow. He subconsciously felt that pressing his head would make him feel better. feel better.But he didn't dare to turn over indiscriminately, his posture was very awkward as he pressed the wound on his knee.

With a "click", the door opened.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Lin Yunqing didn't bother to see who it was, and said something vaguely.

Someone sat on the edge of his bed, and the mattress sank a bit.

Neither Fengfeng nor Fu Nian would sit on his bed so recklessly, Lin Yunqing thought in a daze.

Before he could think clearly, his warm fingertips touched his forehead and pressed gently.

He felt much better, subconsciously murmured softly: "Wen Zhuo."

"Yeah." Wen Zhuo leaned slightly, lifted his quilt, and saw the white plasters on his knees and ankles. It was not very obvious on his fair skin, but there were two palm-length plasters covering his knees and ankles. On the leg, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit miserable.

"I have a headache." Lin Yunqing didn't know why he felt a little sad. He held his warm hand and said in an aggrieved voice, "My legs hurt, and my feet hurt too."

Wen Zhuo simply lay down beside him, carefully fished him into his arms, and hooked his legs with his feet, intertwining their calves to prevent Lin Yunqing from touching the wound.

"Go to sleep." He pressed Lin Yunqing's head to his chest, brushed his hair with his fingertips, and gently pressed his forehead.

Lin Yunqing was trapped in the warm and generous embrace, which seemed to give him a great sense of security, and the originally anxious and sad emotions were separated from the outside.

He leaned reassuringly on his warm chest, his consciousness gradually blurred.