The right way to fall in love

He Chengyin's work has nothing to do with fine arts, and Yan Jingyuan also came to the Academy of Fine Arts to study painting by chance. It was such a coincidence that the two met for the first time in the Academy of Fine Arts.

It was not long after the beginning of the art college, and the class had to draw figures and sketches.However, the mannequins who were invited in advance ate badly the day before, and were so weak from vomiting and diarrhea that they had to lie down in the hospital for a week.Mr. Xu had no choice but to hastily bring in a friend to top the tank.When this elegant young man entered the studio, the female students were really excited and pleasantly surprised for quite a while.

Yan Jingyuan didn't see the exciting and surprising scene, because Mr. Fei was talking about his favorite national history that day, and it dragged on for 15 minutes. When she arrived at the studio, all the students were ready, even the models. all sit down.Under the eyes of the studio, Yan Jingyuan looked down at the paint stains on the floor shamelessly.Silently walked to the empty easel in the front row to place painting utensils.

The male model on the top of the tank did not know what kind of formal occasion it was from. He was wearing a formal and elegant three-piece suit, crossed his legs, and took out a foreign book on his own. Take it and look.It has fulfilled the model's duty of "being motionless".

Yan Jingyuan typed the manuscript unhurriedly, but was gradually attracted by his hand holding the book.

Having studied painting for many years, Yan Jingyuan has seen and painted many hands. Men's hands are mostly rough and generous, with thick fingers and short nail beds.Even for a doctor like her father who holds a scalpel all year round, although his fingers are long, they are not as slender as the ten fingers of this one in front of him, with clear joints.And his nails are neatly manicured, just looking at his hands gives him an air of elegance.

After finishing the draft, she couldn't help drawing those hands. After finishing drawing, she began to draw again in the blank space on the edge.When the get out of class bell rang, there were only a few models on the paper, and only the positions of glasses, nose bridge and lips were fixed on the face.On the contrary, a large page is full of hands holding books, hands resting on laps, and hands turning the pages of the book quickly drawn.

Mr. Xu on the stage said: "Okay, the get out of class is over, whether you have completed it or not, please hand it in, and it will be counted as your quiz." Yan Jingyuan was so shocked that he almost lost his mind.

He dangerously folded the painting under the previous student, and when he walked out of the classroom, he didn't dare to turn his head, only to hear the laughter of Mr. Xu behind him, "Xiaohe, let's take a look at my portrait, which one do you think is better?" I will send it to you!"

The portrait was not finished, but instead, the hand was painted full of paper like a demon, which can be regarded as one of the most embarrassing events in my life.It's really embarrassing, but fortunately we won't see you again in the future.

But I don't want the day of meeting to come so fast.

The next Monday, I knew that he was an associate professor of engineering who had returned from studying in the UK not long ago, and he was also a newly hired guest lecturer at St. John's University.Another day, they met unexpectedly in the school library. He was sitting opposite her flipping through materials in foreign languages, with the other hand resting on the table, tapping the table with his index finger from time to time.One after another, like knocking on Yan Jingyuan's heart, he must have seen her paintings.

This was extremely embarrassing, but he was so gentle and unhurried that she couldn't help but look at him a few times.

This time, no one spoke, it was time to go home, and Yan Jingyuan left first.

On the second day, he sat across from her again, but this time he first introduced himself, name, age and position.And stretched out his right hand to shake hands with the girl.

Yan Jingyuan looked at the slender and beautiful hand stretched out to him, it could be said that he was a little trembling.But she still reached out and shook his hand. The man's palm was so hot that it seemed to scald her.They only held each other for a moment, then shrank back.

He Chengyin stretched his eyebrows and smiled: "Excuse me for taking the liberty, can I buy you coffee? You can also draw my hand again."

He just hooked his fingers lightly like this, which made her confused.

Yan Jingyuan walked towards him involuntarily, while He Chengyin stood there, looking at her with a smile.When she came to him, he still didn't take his gaze away, but bent slightly to pick up the paint box in her hand.

Yan Jingyuan shyly pushed back and hid the box behind him, which seemed a little guilty.He Chengyin raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "What's the matter? Didn't you agree to treat me to tea? Even if there is another box, I am willing to help."

Yan Jingyuan said in embarrassment: "That's why I'm so sorry. Some accidents happened today, and all the money I had prepared for the treat was gone." Then he told the story of meeting a girl today and a friend raising donations for her.In the words, He Chengyin had already received the box in his hand, and took her with the other hand.

The feeling of holding hands with him is really magical, as if the palm of the hand is held up, I feel light and floating.

Yan Jingyuan said: "I didn't do it on purpose, I will definitely invite you next time." He Chengyin didn't think it was a big deal whether to invite guests or who came to treat them, but after hearing what she said, he made a request: "This is also good. , just because I have to wait for a few more days with twists and turns, and you have to stay with me longer." He spoke smoothly, as if the plan had been calculated in his mind for a long time, "Let's have dinner together on Sunday, go to the park in the afternoon, and watch it in the evening A movie. How about it?"

Yan Jingyuan liked to stay with him, how could he not be happy, and said happily: "Let's do it like this."

There is a small coffee shop on Xinmei Road, which is elegantly decorated and quiet. The two of them used to go there for dim sum before, and it was a regular date place.It's just that it was evening today, so He Chengyin took Yan Jingyuan to Wenshan Road for dinner.In a small restaurant, the vegetarian dishes are particularly refreshing, and Yan Jingyuan ate a lot without paying attention.

After dinner, he sent her home.Yan Jingyuan's family is in the French Concession.There are row upon row of small European-style villas in the French Concession, but her family is quite recognizable.Because Mrs. Yan loves gardening, she always planted flowers on the small yard and window sill. It is always soft yellow, pink and white all year round, making people think that there is a female artist living there.

As usual, He Chengyin sent her to the corner in front of the building, and looked at her without blinking when we parted.Yan Jingyuan was embarrassed by his look, and whispered: "Do you want to sit up?" He Chengyin said: "Today is too late, and I have already had dinner. Next time, I will prepare in advance." After waiting for a while, she was released home.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Mr. Yan eating at the dining table, while Mrs. Yan was playing with a bottle of small roses on a small cabinet.It was obvious that they came back late from the hospital and missed the time to eat together.

Mrs. Yan asked with a smile: "I'm back, have you eaten dinner?" Yan Jingyuan was about to nod, and Mr. Yan said, "It must be eaten. He doesn't eat at this hour, and the surname He is too unreliable."

Mrs. Yan was in a good mood, and said: "I went shopping in Xinxin Department Store today, and saw a new poster of Hu Die hanging in the department store. She was wearing a pink one-piece dress with big ruffles on her shoulders. , It’s very pretty. Do you like it? Mom will buy it for you tomorrow.” As he spoke, he arranged the rose vase and sat with Yan Jingyuan with a plate of cut fruit. Butterfly is still pretty."

Yan Jingyuan couldn't eat the fruit plate, so he played with a small fork casually, and said, "Don't buy it. I don't lack clothes, and I don't usually think of wearing them."

Mrs. Yan still felt it was a pity: "It's very popular now, and young girls have to follow the fashion."

Over there, Mr. Yan interrupted again: "Ma'am, you are wrong about this. When a piece of clothing becomes popular, everyone wears it. When walking on the street, you see the same style and one color, but it is out of cliché. It’s a little different from others, you have to have your own personality and aesthetics.”

Mrs. Yan didn't have to buy it at first, but she was a little unhappy when Mr. Yan snatched it all at once: "You have the most reason. Then I also fell in love with a woolen coat yesterday, which is also a popular style. Do I want to buy it or Not buying?"

Sitting at the dining table, Mr. Yan looked at his furious wife, and quickly apologized with a smile: "Of course I will buy it! I only said half of what I said before. It doesn't matter whether it is fashionable or not. It is the best that suits you. My wife looks good in everything she wears." , of course you should buy it." She asked her again, "When are you going to buy it? I'll check out and carry your bag for you."

Mr. Yan was sweet-mouthed as always, and Mrs. Yan immediately stopped being angry.

Just before going to bed, Yan Jingyuan suddenly remembered something, pulled Mrs. Yan and asked: "Mom, is that shoe ticket you gave me before still there?"

Mrs. Yan said: "You said before that there is no shortage of shoes, and you told me to put them away, so I put them away. What? Do you want to buy shoes for Mr. He?"

When he first fell in love with He Chengyin, He Chengyin came to see Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan once, and he was extremely well prepared, and his speech and behavior were impeccable.Mrs. Yan is very satisfied with this Mr. He, so she always likes to mention him from time to time when chatting.

Yan Jingyuan shook Mrs. Yan's arm coquettishly: "No. No. You always mention him." He explained, "It's a friend of mine. There are some financial difficulties at home, and I'm afraid it's still serious. I really want to help Help her. It’s just that I don’t know that friend well. Wouldn’t it be weird to give a sum of money directly? She’s a girl, and it doesn’t matter if she wears old clothes. If the shoes are broken, you have to buy new ones. If you send a shoe ticket , just say that there is no shortage of shoes at home, even if they are replaced, they will be left for nothing, wouldn’t this be much better than giving money directly?” At the end of the speech, there was a tinge of pride in his own consideration.

Mrs. Yan knew her daughter too well, so she took advantage of the opportunity to praise her: "Your idea is indeed not bad. You wait until I get it to you." At the end, he mentioned He Chengyin, "But you and Mr. He have just been dating, so don't rush to send her away." Gifts. You don’t have to give these personal items right away, you can give some snacks or pens.”

The two of them are still in their first love, so every time Mrs. Yan mentions He Chengyin, Yan Jingyuan always feels a little shy: "You think so far. But I'm going to treat him to dinner this weekend." Satisfied.

Mrs. Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "It's just a meal. If you are in love, if you don't even eat a few times, then there is no love." She took the shoe ticket from the drawer and couldn't help poking it with her finger when she handed it to her. On her forehead, "I see that your mind is very good when you are studying, but when you are in love, it always seems to be missing a muscle."