a little painter

Chapter 33

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Chu Hui wasn't crazy, but was stunned. What did this girl mean? Why did she seem to have seen this look on TV many times? She seemed to have provoked something terrible. What should I do?

God seemed to have heard her call, when Liu Ziqing's voice came from outside the door, Chu Hui seemed to see a savior, and looked at the person with shining eyes, but the next second she felt desperate again.

I saw Liu Zi slowly turned sideways, welcomed the people behind, and then said softly: "Brother Chu, Miss Tao is visiting, Ziqing go and make you a pot of tea." After speaking, Shi Shiran left Go, it's clear that you won't come back like that.

Chu Hui stared blankly at the beautiful woman going away, with a resentful expression on his face, and couldn't help crying in his heart: Ziqing, you will lose me like this.

It's a pity that the person who left couldn't see the scene in her heart, and even if they saw it, they probably wouldn't lend a helping hand, so the atmosphere in the study fell into an eerie silence.

Tao Yuran glanced at the girl who seemed to be staring at her secretly, feeling inexplicably hostile. Thinking of today's business, it was obviously not a good time.

"Mr. Chu, can you move to Hualou conveniently, the little girl has something important to discuss?" Tao Yuran said, his eyes skipping Zhou Fei'er, indicating that there are other people waiting, so it is inconvenient to say more.

Chu Hui was eager to go out now, and someone sent an excuse, so how could she let it go: "Since Miss Tao has something important to do, let's go now, Miss Zhou is negligent, and I will treat her better another day."

Zhou Feier watched helplessly as Chu Hui left with that beautiful woman, Hualou?No matter how good-looking he is, he is still a prostitute, but why is Brother Chu obsessed with beauty like those men.

"Is Miss Zhou okay?" Liu Zi looked at the girl with a complex expression lightly and asked.

"Sister Liu doesn't care?"

"What do you care about"

"Miss Tao is so beautiful, Brother Chu seems to like her very much"

"Brother Chu has saved lives for our mother and daughter, and it's just a word for a slave and a servant girl. What right do I have to care about it?"

Zhou Fei'er glanced at the woman in front of her sympathetically. If Miss Tao was a beautiful peony, then Miss Liu was an elegant lotus. Brother Chu likes such enchanting women.

And these two people are much better than her, thinking of this, she is a little frustrated, she is afraid that she will not be able to tie Brother Chu's heart.

After Liu Ziqing bid farewell to Zhou Fei'er, she returned to the empty study room, skillfully found a miscellaneous journal in a corner of the bookshelf, and opened it. Inside was a piece of drawing paper. When she unfolded it, a woman stood pretty and wrote: From a distance Come and go for you.

When she brought Zhou Fei'er in just now, she saw the man put away the book in a panic, and she had a faint feeling that it probably had something to do with her, and the woman in the painting was herself.

She stood up dejectedly, and carefully put the painting and calligraphy back to the original place. In the turmoil of Vanity Fair, there was such a person who was so dull, pure and kind that people couldn't help it.

Fortunately, although the man was a bit stunned, he didn't deceive others' feelings, so she wasn't worried about Miss Zhou, because Chu Hui had no intention of doing so. As for Tao Yuran, it seemed that she couldn't see through it. How similar that woman was to her, shouldn't be Will like that idiot.

Thinking of this, Liu Ziqing suddenly felt a little more uneasy. She took out the book again, took out the painting, bit her lips unconsciously, then rubbed the ink and picked up the brush in a daze, and finally stood up with a serious face. A few strokes were added below those two sentences.

In the flower building, a zither sounded, and Chu Hui was almost full.

"Mr. Chu will go to Beijing to prepare for the exam next year?" Tao Yuran asked seemingly unintentionally.

"I don't know," Chu Hui replied without hesitation.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Don't hide from Miss Tao, Chu Hui doesn't know, hey"

"Why does Mr. Chu sigh?"

"Nothing, by the way, Miss Tao said there is something important to discuss?"

"It's not a big deal, I just thought that Mr. Chu will join Wu Taifu's family, and he will go to Beijing to prepare for the exam next year. Yuran is just curious, will Mr. Luo go with you?" Tao Yuran struggled to bring the conversation back to the topic, not knowing Why, seeing the expression on the little painter's face, she had an ominous premonition about what she was going to hear next.

Chu Hui had an expression that I understood, and then bluntly comforted him: "Miss Tao, don't worry, although I won't be with Brother Luo, don't I still have Brother Qian? When the time comes, you can ask him a few words, and the two of you will talk to each other." Take care, you will be safe all the way.”

"I think Mr. Chu has misunderstood. Yuran just wants to know who you will be traveling with." Tao Yuran's face froze, and he added a glass of wine for Chu Hui, and replied quietly.

Now it was Chu Hui's turn to look embarrassed: "Well... thank you Miss Tao, I have no intention of rushing for the exam, so I don't need you to worry about it."

"That is to say, Mr. Chu will not go to the Royal Academy to prepare for the exam?" Tao Yuran finally asked persistently.

Chu Hui was at a loss when he heard the words: "What Royal Academy?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's getting late, Mr. Chu, go slowly, Yu Ran feels a little unwell, so I won't see you off"

Tao Yuran frowned, holding his forehead as if he had a headache.

"It's okay, I'll take my leave now." Chu Hui tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, and after turning around, there was no smile on his face at all, and his chaotic heart finally became clear, so it was like this.

Although I don't know what the Royal Academy has to do with me, but it should have something to do with her cheap master, so is this the reason? It turned out to be the reason.

Returning home in a daze, Chu Hui locked himself in the study, holding a few bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and burned them on the stove one by one, and a few homemade charcoal pencils became it.

She kept writing and drawing but couldn't find the answer. She looked at her black hands and threw the burnt bamboo chopsticks into the stove. Then she rolled up her sleeves and picked up the brush to start a new round of writing. idea.

Her major is oil painting, and she is used to seeing colorful paints. After using that palette for a long time, is she stumped by this inkstone?There are five colors in ink, which is acceptable to the ancients, so why not her Chu Hui.

I don’t know how many times the ink has been changed, and I don’t know how many pieces of paper have been destroyed. Over the valley, there are two white clouds, and a peach tree stands alone in the valley. The peach blossoms bloom in the wind, and the petals are different.

It turned out that she was the one who was stunned. Although it is inevitable to be elegant in painting, there is no need to copy the artistic conception of the old man. She is her, a painting is a painting, and her painting is her painting.

It's just an expression that replaces language, state of mind, and life. It's as simple as that.

After being enlightened, the mind was finally relieved, and she felt a sense of joy in her chest. She put the painting away, thinking about taking it to a painting and calligraphy shop to try it out tomorrow.

Thinking of the sketch of the character in his daytime, Chu Hui went to the bookshelf to find the miscellaneous notes, opened the book, and took out the painting.