Fu Yancheng's hand pressing his temple paused for a moment, and he raised his head to look at her.
After Sheng Mian finished speaking, she seemed to find it a bit fanciful to have a man and a woman in the same room together. She smiled and said, "I'll just say it casually."
Fu Yancheng looked at her and really wanted to know if she was so proactive with other men outside. Does the person at home know this?
Lowering his gaze, his tone became even more unkind.
"go out."
Sheng Mian just thought that he didn't like contact with the opposite sex and wanted to protect himself like a jade for the Xiao family member.
"I have no other intentions, Mr. Fu, then you can have a good rest."
She really didn't mean anything else. She just saw that her client was drunk and couldn't help but want to help and gain favorability points.
Fu Yancheng has not responded yet, nor has he made any suggestions regarding the sketch plan.
Although she has always been very confident in her work, this person didn't say a word, which made her feel a little unsure.
Sheng Mian returned to the room. After changing her clothes, she put the paint-stained shirt in the basin and rubbed it a few times. She washed it twice with clean water to make sure that the stains were gone, and then hung it by the window.
Let it dry.
After doing all this, she went back to where she was before, washed the brushes and paint tray, and remixed the colors.
Then go back to the white wall and continue to finish the rest.
Once something like inspiration comes, you have to grab it quickly, otherwise she can't guarantee whether she will suddenly lose the feeling when she wakes up after a night's sleep.
Sheng Mian painted very carefully. The night light was on the right hand side, attracting a few moths. Otherwise, everything seemed quiet.
At three o'clock in the morning, she was so sleepy that she rubbed her eyes and planned to wash her face to wake up.
When I walked through the circular arch near the washstand, I saw a slender and tall figure leaning on the railing on the Chinese corridor in the yard, probably unable to sleep, holding a cigarette between his fingers.
The man's expression was full of laziness and undisciplinedness, but he also carried a daunting sense of distance.
She couldn't remember whether she had ever seen him smoking, but she felt that this scene, coupled with the surrounding pavilions and pavilions, with the moon in the sky and the corridors as bright as water, was so beautiful that she couldn't bear to break it.
Fu Yancheng flicked the cigarette ashes on his fingertips and looked at the rockery and flowing water in the courtyard casually.
I have always been very self-disciplined in these years, but tonight I actually had trouble sleeping.
Hearing footsteps on the other side of the arch, I couldn't help but look over, only to see a figure disappearing around the corner.
Fu Yancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, stubbed out the cigarette on his fingertips, and walked over.
Sheng Mian had returned to the white wall. Turning on the faucet would inevitably cause movement. The slightest sound might disturb that person. Moreover, she originally just hoped that the cold water would wake her up quickly, but now the turbulent sleepiness seemed to fade away in an instant.
Already.
She smiled and drew faster.
Half an hour later, as soon as she put the brush head back on the paint tray, she heard a sudden sound beside her ear.
"They invited you here?"
Sheng Mian was caught off guard, and after her heart beat wildly, she turned around and saw Fu Yancheng less than one meter away.
"Mr. Fu, do you know that this can scare people to death?"
Probably because he smoked, he had a very faint smell of cigarette smoke, mixed with the smell of pine and cypress, which was a bit chilly at night.
With the blowing wind, it seems to be attached to the skin and cannot be wiped off.
Fu Yancheng did not approach, but looked at the paintings on the white wall with a flash of admiration in his eyes.
I've never seen her draw before, I've only seen her designs, but I didn't expect her to have such an ability.
The man raised his eyebrows and said, "If you are so good at painting, why don't you continue painting after graduation?"
Sheng Mian lowered his head slightly and paused while mixing the paint, "Didn't Mr. Fu hear it with his own ears last time?"
"Because of that?"
Just because of that?
This sentence was light and airy, like a soft needle piercing her heart. It didn't hurt but couldn't be ignored.
This person has been a proud son of the emperor since he was born, and is unattainable. Of course, he doesn't know how terrible it is for an ordinary person to be slandered, abused, and looked down upon by those around him.
"Well, just because of that."
She turned her back and continued what she was doing, with a hint of anger in her voice.
Fu Yancheng stood behind her, his eyes couldn't help but fall on her waist.