Luo Chengjun was stunned for a moment, looked deeply at Tian Yuan and suddenly asked, "By the way, when you came to see me that day, do you still remember the design I made that you saw? I've been bothered by this recently.
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Tian Yuan's heart tightened and she looked at Luo Chengjun.
"This is a project I took on, and the design draft will be handed in in two days. However, I have never been satisfied with it. I want to make changes, but I don't know where to change." Luo Chengjun stared at Tian Yuan closely, "
Although you are not an art major, you are good at Xiaoqinqi, calligraphy and painting, and you can be considered a very artistic person. Can you help me refer to it and give me some opinions on the works you saw that day?"
Tian Yuan pursed her lips and shook her head, "Senior Luo, you think highly of me too much."
Tian Yuan squinted her eyes and scratched the back of her head in embarrassment, "Let's not mention that I know nothing about design. Let's talk about your work. I'm sorry, Senior Luo, I didn't see clearly what was on your computer that day. I thought you were there.
Watching a movie."
After finishing his words, he explained anxiously, "Senior Luo, I'm not saying that your design is not good enough for people to remember it at a glance. It's just that I didn't look at it carefully that day. For just a few seconds, I really didn't remember it.
I believe that if you are so good, Mr. Luo, the works you design must be very good. If a professional like you looks at them, they will definitely be able to see the subtleties of the works in just one second, let alone a few seconds. So,
Don’t be angry with me, don’t think your work is deficient just because I didn’t pay attention.”
Tian Yuan's explanation seemed a bit incoherent, but it also showed her inner nervousness. She seemed to be worried that her failure to remember Luo Chengjun's work after reading it for a few seconds would make Luo Chengjun unhappy, which would damage his self-esteem and make him feel
It's because his works are not good enough.
"Tian Yuan, it's okay. I just asked. In fact, I was too nervous about my design, so I wanted to ask your opinion and see if there is anything I can change when I go back."
Luo Chengjun smiled and comforted Tian Yuan, whose face was wrinkled and seemed to be about to cry because she couldn't help. He thought to himself that although he was an all-round prodigy, he was still a seventeen-year-old who didn't have the mental capacity to do anything.
A mature little girl who is always looking forward to the appearance of Prince Charming, he really thinks too much.
"Senior Luo, if you don't feel well, go back and rest early. Our practice will end here today. I'll see you tomorrow, Senior Luo." Tian Yuan smiled again, straightened her skirt, and then followed Luo Chengjun out.
In the piano room, waiting for Luo Chengjun to close the student union office, the two of them parted ways downstairs and went back to their dormitories.
Tian Yuan practiced until late at night for several days in a row. She returned to the dormitory just after eight o'clock, leaving Du Yan and Ning Yueling alone.
"Hey, you look so happy, why are you back so early tonight?" Du Yan asked while holding the novel and eating apples.
"That's right, I came back earlier than Ren Xinyuan today. It's really amazing. Are you willing to come out of your handsome man's nest?" Ning Yueling was making a facial mask. If the lights in the dormitory hadn't been turned on, it was so late at night. At first glance, she could see a face mask.
A white face must scare someone to death.
Tian Yuan chuckled twice as an answer, and then dragged her suitcase out from under the bed. She remembered that when she came back from the county town, her mother had prepared all the commonly used medicines for her, such as medicine for headaches, fever, and colds.