An Xia's paintings

Qin Rui entered the office with a dark face.

Thinking of just now, since he entered the company's gate, he has been receiving surprised looks from the employees, as if his return to work is a more surprising thing than a sow climbing a tree.

Not long after he sat down on the wide leather chair, a voice sounded that could give him another seat.

"Yo yo yo—let's see, who is this? It's President Qin who has disappeared for three months. Tsk tsk tsk, I feel very relieved to see you back to the company intact."

Qin Ruihe's face was almost green: "Zhao Yanghao, put away your eunuch face!"

"Who the hell are you talking about as an eunuch?!" Zhao Yanghao jumped up in an instant, straddled the desk, and grabbed Qin Ruihe's neck: "Quickly use your brains and think about it. During this period of time, who is it?! Single-handedly provoked the company's mainstay! And who is it?! For the company's new project, they have worked hard and worked hard!"

Zhao Yanghao's expression changed from anger to misery in an instant: "It's good for you! You'll be away for three months, leaving our children to me to take care of alone! Qin Ruihe! You are so cruel... "

The corners of Qin Ruihe's mouth almost twitched to the back of his head: "I said, you are enough."

"That's enough!" Zhao Yanghao stared: "Qin Rui and I tell you, if you don't explain to me the reason why you disappeared in the past few months, I will never end with you!"

Just as Qin Ruihe was about to speak, Zhao Yanghao warned, "Don't try to lie to me! Qin Rui and we grew up wearing a pair of pants, and I'll find out when you lie...I advise you to be frank and lenient, and to resist It is wise to be strict."

Qin Ruihe sighed, he was right.Brothers Qin Ruihe and Zhao Yanghao grew up in the same large courtyard. The three of them have been mixed together since they were in kindergarten, and they all know each other very well.

Thinking of this, Qin Ruihe thought of Lin Anxia who was still at home.

Although Lin Anxia has a very outstanding background, Qin Ruihe has clearly discovered a problem from the contact between the two of them for a while. Lin Anxia has no friends. Normal people will have one or two good friends no matter how annoying they are. But Lin Anxia didn't have any...

Qin Rui and Mo Ming felt a little distressed.

"I said, what are you thinking?!" Zhao Yanghao shook Qin Ruihe's collar, which was tightly held in his hand, "Did you hear what I said? Huh?"

Qin Ruihe pulled out his collar, and truthfully explained his whereabouts in the past three months.

.........

"So, you have been with Lin Xici's son for the past three months?"

Zhao Yanghao was very surprised.

Qin Ruihe nodded as a matter of course: "Yes. So what."

"So what?" Zhao Yanghao looked at Qin Ruihe with a very complicated look: "I said Qin Ruihe...don't you realize that something is wrong with you?"

"I found it." Qin Ruihe said very seriously: "Maybe I was brainwashed by this little painter, and I feel that I am becoming more and more abnormal. Can you imagine, I even asked his dog to call him this morning Eat breakfast."

Zhao Yanghao was even more surprised: "You made him breakfast?"

"Yes." Qin Ruihe still replied in a very natural tone.

Zhao Yanghao was speechless, thinking that you have been brainwashed by him, you have been eaten to death by him, okay?

"I said Qin Ruihe, you were not such a dull person in the past, and you were still indifferent to such an obvious thing. Back then..."

As if realizing that he had said something that shouldn't be said, Zhao Yanghao hurriedly shut up.

But it was obvious that Qin Ruihe was a smart person, and he quickly grasped the meaning of Zhao Yanghao's words.

Qin Ruihe folded his hands and supported his chin, deep in thought.

Compared to Qin Ruihe, Lin Anxia was not much better off.

Although he didn't suffer from waking up early and being bombarded by others, Lin Anxia felt physically and mentally exhausted from thousands of drawings.

In the past few days, in order to complete the evaluation of the drawings in his hand as soon as possible, and not to ignore the quality of the review purely for speed, Lin Anxia has also experienced how arduous the task of digging out talents is.

In Qin Rui's spacious and bright studio, Lin Anxia and Xuesong sat crowded together in the center of the room.

Lin Anxia was holding a drawing in his hand, and said plausibly to Xuesong beside him: "This student's work is very accurate in grasping the shape, but there is still a lack of sensitivity to color. In terms of the color of the sky, he only I used two levels of color as a transition, but in fact, when the sky exists as a background, the transition of color should be more than less, so this painting cannot be regarded as a good work. Are you right?"

The cedar on the side was very quiet. If Lin Anxia turned to ask for its opinion, it would stick out its tongue and lick the tip of Lin Anxia's nose affectionately. If Lin Anxia just focused on looking at the drawing in his hand, it would follow it carefully, and occasionally Leaning his head on Lin Anxia's shoulder, as if taking a nap.

The warm atmosphere between them is enviable.

However, even with Xue Song's careful company, Lin Anxia, ​​who has been in such a high-intensity review process for three consecutive days, couldn't help but strike.

He threw away the drawing in his hand, stretched, and then lay down on the ground.

"It's also thanks to the hard work of reviewing manuscripts these days. I haven't slept well these few nights."

Lin Anxia turned sideways and touched the cedar that was also lying down.

"Cedar feels it too, right? I've slept very deeply these few nights."

Xue Song leaned closer to Lin Anxia's neck again, rubbing against him intimately.

"Compared to having to make myself very tired every day before I can fall asleep. The excessive workload seems nothing special now. In fact, I am also a natural workaholic. Compared with Mr. Qin, who is lazy and does not go to work As a human being, I am really worthy of praise.”

Lin Anxia stretched out her fists and legs comfortably lying on the floor. She even used her vest as the axis to lie on the ground and turn around excitedly.

"It really steals half a day's leisure."

Suddenly, Lin Anxia glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on Qin Ruihe's painting jar in the corner.

Lin Anxia sat up slowly, turned to Xuesong and said, "Xuesong, Mr. Qin seems to really like painting. He puts a lot of scrolls in the painting jar."

Lin Anxia bent her legs and propped her chin: "I don't know what kind of paintings Mr. Qin used to draw, maybe it's the same style as the sketch I drew for you last time."

Xue Song tilted his head and looked at Lin Anxia for a while, then got up and walked towards the painting vat.

Lin Anxia hurriedly stopped: "What are you doing, Xuesong? Don't mess with other people's things."

However, it was too late.

Xue Song obviously understood Lin Anxia's thoughts, took a scroll in his mouth very considerately, returned to Lin Anxia's side, and put the scroll in front of him.

Lin Anxia nodded Xuesong's head disapprovingly: "Although, I am very curious about Mr. Qin's paintings, but it is wrong to tamper with other people's things."

Cedar seemed to have been blamed, and fell down on the ground discouraged.

But Lin Anxia changed the subject and patted it on the head lovingly: "However, Mr. Qin took the "Dark Dance" that I stuffed in the corner without my consent. Since that's the case, we didn't I have to be too guilty, at most I just put it back for him after reading it."

As if convinced by the reason she said, Lin Anxia opened the picture scroll in her hand with peace of mind.

It was an ink painting of a cuckoo playing with peonies, which was obviously an imitation of Song Shiyuan's, in terms of structure and color.

Lin Anxia curled her lips: "If you only know that imitation is not enough, no matter how imitated it looks, it is a fake. Only when you really draw something that belongs to you can you be considered a master."

Since, after reading the first picture, the second and third pictures will become more accommodating.

In the end, Lin Anxia had already emptied all the paintings in the painting tank. He patiently commented on Qin Ruihe's paintings to Xuesong one by one, and at the same time wrote down his thoughts on each painting on a piece of white paper with a pen. Suggested improvements for a painting.

Lin Anxia planned to show Qin Ruihe this piece of paper when he came back at night, so that he could learn from it.

Lin Anxia shook the paper in her hand, and said to Xuesong proudly, "I'm becoming more and more conscious of being a teacher, right?"

When Lin Anxia stood up, intending to rearrange the removed scrolls back into the vat, she found that there was still a piece of crumpled A4 paper at the bottom of the vat.

Lin Anxia looked suspicious, bent down and picked up the piece of paper.

It was a sketch of a character, it was a boy.

The boy in the painting is not very beautiful, but his eyebrows are very flamboyant.

This painting has obvious characteristics of Qin Ruihe, such as precise structural positioning and clean lines.But what surprised Lin Anxia was that he saw Qin Ruihe's feelings in this painting...

The reason why Qin Ruihe's paintings always lack aura is because he did not have a deeper understanding of the things he painted, which led to the lack of emotional nourishment of the painters in his paintings. If you have a thorough understanding and endowed it with strong emotions deep in your heart, you cannot let your own paintings infect others.

But Lin Anxia can clearly feel the relationship between Qin Rui and this painting. Although the paper is crumpled and put on the bottom of the vat, it cannot be denied that in this painting, there is indeed The emotion that really belongs to Qin Ruihe is a kind of sweet emotion, maybe it can be called - love.

Although these emotions are very faint, they are indeed there.

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