He leaned over and pointed at her in his eyes, "Did you see anything?"

Zhao Jian looked carefully and found that his pupils were still so black, neither red nor swollen.

She shook her head, "No."

"You don't see the deep resentment inside?"

Zhao Jian stopped for a moment, then laughed loudly, and the pencil that only laughed fell from his hand and fell to the ground and broke the lead.

The man took the picture album in her hand and looked at it, lifted his jaw slightly, "Is it a name?"

Zhao Jian took the new pencil and signed his name on it. Ji Rufeng stepped forward and tore off the portrait, "This one, I have collected it."

It’s the first time he has been a model for someone over the years, which is written by Zhao Jian, which is worth remembering.

Zhao Jian just smiled and didn't stop him.

The next day, Ji Rufeng went to the gallery to see Jiang Xuerou and remembered what Wang Feng said yesterday, and he suddenly felt a headache again.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and ordered Wang Feng, "I remember there is a room next to Zhou Qing, right? Clean it up and use it for Miss Jiang."

Wang Feng responded quickly, "Okay."

"By the way, come in with me, my studio needs to be modified."

...

Ji Rufeng's habit for many years was to stay in an empty and messy studio to paint. When Ji Rufeng's studio was remodeled, everyone was a little surprised. After all, habits were difficult to change.

Jiang Xuerou asked inconscientiously: "Teacher Ji, will you be affected after you finish the correction?"

Ji Rufeng smiled, "No."

He said it firmly, but everyone didn't believe it.

After all, habits should be based on comfort, but even comfort is not comfortable, how can you draw it?

This question continued until the day Ji Rufeng's studio was reinstalled, and Zhao Jian was invited to visit the gallery.

The enemy is narrow, and Zhao Jian met Jiang Xuerou as soon as he entered the door.

With eyes facing each other, Jiang Xuerou immediately said, "Ms. Zhao, please don't get me wrong, I won't be here for a long time."

Zhao Jian looked at her, a delicate girl who looked like a doll and was very weak.

But for some reason, she just doesn't like her.

She nodded slightly, and did not want to say more to her, so she stepped forward and passed by her side.

Knocking at the door of the room, Ji Rufeng didn't say anything, and Jiang Xuerou, who followed him from behind, said, "I just saw Teacher Ji go out."

Zhao Jian looked at her again and nodded, "Oh, thank you."

At this moment, footsteps came from behind. The two of them turned around at the same time and saw Ji Rufeng coming in a hurry, holding a box in their hands. When they saw Zhao Jian, they smiled, "Why are you so fast? I thought you were going to wait for a while?"

"It was nearby just now." Zhao Jian smiled, "What is in your box?"

"Oh, some gadgets for you."

Zhao Jian pushed open the door, Ji Rufeng went in with the box in his arms, and then asked her to go in.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Jian was shocked. The empty studio that used to be 100 square meters is now full of things.

On the west side, there is a Duobiao bookshelves on the entire wall, which is filled with various painting materials and basic books. It is close to the Duobiao easel and is a mobile table where you can sit on it to read books.

The bookshelf faces a large sofa, and there is absolutely no problem to rest on it. In addition, there are various picture albums, easels, and many chairs, floor mats, lazy sofas, etc. in the room.

She looked blankly for a long time before turning around, "Didn't you say you can't draw it in such a studio?"

"Won't."

The man smiled and led her to a chair, "Try it and feel comfortable? According to your height, ergonomic design, it should be comfortable."
Chapter completed!