Chapter 48 Chapter 48 He is also helpless
Wenyu hadn't been to work for several days, and she was in a particularly good mood. Now her life was just her and her dog. Aslan was a wonderful companion, waking her up every day and asking her to take him for a walk. Wenyu and the dog shared three meals a day. The dog didn't grumble in a nagging way while she ate; instead, it would slurp down all the food she offered it, then lick its lips to indicate more.
Wenyu had been staying home these past few days, with nothing else to do besides walking the dog. She ate and slept, feeling like a pig. It was great, with a pig and a dog at home, no worries, and both pig and dog were happy.
When Ye Yinuo learned that she had treated three guests for three months, he called her to express his envy. She said with a smile, "You treat them too, and we can be pigs at home together."
Ye Yinuo rolled his eyes and said, "Why should I ask for leave? I'm just a temporary worker, I can just quit!"
Wen Yu chuckled, and Ye Yinuo was tickled by her laughter. The thought of resigning kept turning in his mind: "What do you think, should I really quit?"
"I support you. Your family is so rich, and you've been working as a temporary worker just to experience the hardships of life. Now it's time to call it a day and go back to being your rich daughter!"
"Hey... my parents make so much money, it's no problem for them to support me for the rest of my life." Ye Yinuo's worries were very Versailles, "But I don't want to be a freeloader. What's the point of just having food and clothes provided for me every day? I haven't really struggled in my life."
“…”
Wen Yu also rolled his eyes and said, "Don't talk like that in the future. I'm worried that you will be beaten to death."
Ye Yinuo also started to chuckle. After she finished, she asked Wen Yu, "I'm really not used to you suddenly taking such a long leave! I feel so lonely without you. I really want to ask you, why did you suddenly take such a long leave?"
Wen Yu thought about it and told Ye Yinuo everything that had happened recently. She asked her to learn to shut up and not tell her private affairs to anyone in the unit.
Ye Yinuo was furious: "Am I such a big mouth and such a gossip?!"
Wen Yu said, "You are."
“…”
Ye Yinuo admitted angrily, "Okay, okay, I do like to gossip, but don't worry, I will keep your affairs secret and won't leak a single word!"
Wen Yu said, "You'd better be."
Ye Yinuo didn't want to talk to Wen Yu about his bad habit of believing and spreading rumors, so he quickly changed the subject and asked, "How are you going to spend such a long vacation?"
Wen Yu stroked her dog and said, "I signed up for a short-term painting class. I'm going to learn watercolors starting tomorrow."
This studio is located in a quiet area, a rare find in a bustling city. It's a stylish place, and although there aren't many students here, most of them are from wealthy families, the tuition is quite high. The teacher often teaches one to five, one to three, or even one to one.
Wen Yu studied here for a few days and had a very good experience. Her watercolor teacher, Xu Yanshan, was very professional. She had lost all her basics, so inevitably she made mistakes while painting and seemed a little clumsy, but Xu Yanshan was not at all impatient. He was always pleasant and sometimes even helped her put the brush to the paper.
The students in the studio all like Teacher Xu Yanshan very much. Yuanyuan, who studies painting with Wenyu, commented: "Teacher Xu is a great painter, handsome, and speaks so gently. My God, you wouldn't have known that such a perfect person could have such contrasts!"
Wen Yu paused her paintbrush and turned to chat with Yuanyuan: "What's that sense of contrast?"
Yuanyuan was a junior high student, always picked up by her parents from painting classes. Her parents were busy business owners, so they were always late. They'd usually wait until everyone in the studio had left before they came to pick her up. Xu Yanshan would wait with her for a while, and then Yuanyuan would get in her parents' car. Looking out the window, she'd see Xu Yanshan on a motorcycle, faster than her parents' car. With a roar, he vanished, his exhaust fumes belching out of sight.
"Look at Mr. Xu's style. He seems very artistic, doesn't he? But after work, he changes into a leather jacket and rides a motorcycle! No one likes him wearing a helmet! Wow! So cool!"
“…”
Wen Yu looked at the round, starry eyes and felt that middle school students were really easy to fool. Motorcycles were banned in the city, and illegal modifications caused noise and disturbed the public.
She turned her attention back to her painting. She hadn't noticed just now that her brush was too wet and she accidentally poked the canvas, causing the spot where she had put the brush to smudge, leaving a large patch, just like the patch that Aslan had deliberately urinated on her bed sheet last night when he was angry with her.
Wen Yu: “…”
What should I do? She had been drawing diligently for a long time. It was all the motorcycle's fault!
Xu Yanshan walked over, bending slightly to examine her painting. He was close to Wen Yu, but not so close that she felt uncomfortable. He controlled his voice, making it audible to Wen Yu but not to anyone else. "Did you just slack off? Your foundation is a little weaker than others. If you slack off like this, you'll fall even further behind them."
Wen Yu also said softly: "Teacher Xu, the purpose of my coming to learn painting is not to keep up with them, but to fulfill my dream."
Xu Yanshan's gentle face revealed a hint of curiosity and surprise. He looked at Wen Yu and said, "Oh? Why is it dream fulfillment? Could you please explain it?"
Wen Yu saw Xu Yanshan's face, always a model teacher, showing a rare hint of a student's curiosity, so he joked maliciously, "Teacher Xu, you don't know this. I used to be the first prize winner of the National Art Competition, but later I gave up studying painting because I wanted to concentrate on my studies. If I had continued studying, I might have been the only Nobel Prize winner in art in China."
Xu Yanshan: "..."
Wen Yu couldn't help laughing as he watched Teacher Xu's expression change from belief at first, to pity, to doubt, and finally to speechlessness.
Xu Yanshan ignored her, picked up her brush and added a few strokes to her canvas, then said, "Look, how is it now?"
Xu Yanshan's deft brushstrokes concealed the vast, blurred mark, then transformed it into another scene. From a careless mistake to a finishing touch, Xu Yanshan's technique and vision were truly exceptional. Wen Yu praised him heartily, "Teacher Xu is truly amazing."
"Is it true that you won the Nobel Prize in Art? Is it true that you gave up painting to focus on your studies? Is it true that you won first prize in the National Art Competition?" Xu Yanshan looked at Wen Yu with a smile and said, "Is it true that you just praised me for being so good?"
Wen Yu said: "They are all fake, but the praise for your awesomeness is real."
Xu Yanshan nodded: "Thank you. Then you are not allowed to be absent from my class in the future."
Wen Yu also nodded and said, "Oh."
After finishing painting lessons and preparing to leave, Yuanyuan deliberately tugged at Wenyu's sleeve and whispered to her, "Do you want to leave a little later? Let's go see Teacher Xu's motorcycle later."
Wen Yu said, "I'm not interested in the motorcycle. I'm more interested in the road conditions. If I don't leave now, there will definitely be a traffic jam."
Yuanyuan let go of Wenyu's sleeve, curled her lips and said, "You are so boring!"
Wen Yu gave the middle school student a funny look. Was she boring? Before she came to learn painting, she was all about marriage, love triangles, and crazy things. She was so exciting. Forget it, how could the poor life of a middle school student compare to hers? Wen Yu packed up her things, carried her bag and took the car keys, stood side by side with Yuan Yuan, and said, "Okay, I'll go with you to see the motorcycle."
Yuanyuan dragged Wenyu outside the studio. Her parents' car had already arrived, but Yuanyuan didn't get in immediately for Wenyu's sake. They hid behind a giant fig tree at the studio entrance. Yuanyuan pointed at Xu Yanshan, who was sitting astride his motorcycle, and whispered, "See that? Wow! What a contrast!"
The car that picked up Yuanyuan rolled down its windows, and the people inside urged her to get in quickly. Yuanyuan wanted to wait with Wenyu to see Xu Yanshan start the car, but for some reason, Xu Yanshan kept adjusting his helmet and refused to leave. The car couldn't wait any longer, so Yuanyuan had no choice but to get in. As soon as the car drove away, Xu Yanshan started the car.
Immediately afterwards, with a creaking sound, Xu Yanshan stopped in front of the fiddle-leaf fig tree on his motorcycle.
Wen Yu: “…”
Qinyerong: "..."
Wen Yu laughed dryly as he walked out from behind Qin Yerong and said, "Teacher Xu, I didn't expect you could ride a motorcycle."
Xu Yanshan said, "I didn't expect you to hide here just to watch me ride a motorcycle."
Wen Yu: “…”
It's all Yuanyuan's fault! Wen Yu glanced at the car carrying Yuanyuan away; it was long gone. And it's also the fiddle-leaf fig's fault! She turned around and glanced at the plant. It was so small and sparse, it couldn't even cover a person.
"Would you like to sit in and feel it?" Xu Yanshan invited her. "What's the point of just looking? I'll take you for a ride."
"This isn't a good idea..." Wen Yu was a little hesitant, but also a little tempted.
"What's wrong with that? It's just like learning to paint. You need a deep understanding." Xu Yanshan took out another helmet and handed it to Wen Yu, saying, "Come on up!"
Wen Yu went up.
What cities ban motorcycles, what illegal modifications, what noise disturbing the public. Wang Jingze's law of true fragrance may be late, but it will never be absent.
The wind was strong. The car was going fast. She felt great.
Wen Yu politely pinched Xu Yanshan's clothes, avoiding pressing herself against his back. Xu Yanshan took her for a spin, then stopped by a small river. A stone arch bridge spanned the river, and parked on it were many motorcycles similar to Xu Yanshan's. They were Xu Yanshan's cyclists.
When fellow riders saw Xu Yanshan approaching, they all greeted him. Someone noticed Xu Yanshan had someone with him and asked playfully if it was his girlfriend.
Xu Yanshan took off his helmet and said, "Her name is Wen Yu, and she is a student in my studio."
"Oh—students? That's even more exciting!"
Everyone was laughing and joking. Someone among the cyclists heard Wen Yu's name, took off his helmet, looked carefully, and suddenly shouted, "Ah! Sister Wen Yu! It really is you!"
Wen Yu tilted her head from behind Xu Yanshan and recognized Yan Qianqian, who was buried in the crowd. She also took off her helmet and said, "Qianqian? Why are you here?"
"My friend and I are going on a night ride."
Yan Qianqian sat behind an American-style front-stab man, her two thin white arms wrapped around the man's waist. Wen Yu looked at the American-style front-stab man. She didn't recognize him, but he looked like a scumbag. Wen Yu reminded him, "Be careful."
"Okay." Yan Qianqian said as she took out her phone. "Sister Wenyu, I recently sent you WeChat messages, but you didn't reply. I called you, but it kept saying your phone was turned off. What's going on?"
"I got a new number."
"Ah... then could you give me a new number? That way I won't be unable to contact you."
Wen Yu hesitated. Yan Qianqian and Pan Xianchen were too close, and she was afraid that giving it to Yan Qianqian would be like giving it to Pan Xianchen. But seeing Yan Qianqian's expectant eyes and innocent face, Wen Yu decided to give her new number. At worst, she could just ask Yan Qianqian to keep it a secret.
After a brief exchange with his fellow riders, Xu Yanshan drove Wen Yu back to the studio. Wen Yu jumped off the motorcycle and went to drive his own car. Xu Yanshan sat astride the motorcycle, legs touching the ground, looking at Wen Yu and saying, "See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
Tomorrow is Saturday, and Wen Yu was supposed to go back to the villa. But after her crazy literary outburst, Yu Xianyun hasn't bothered her lately, at most asking about her recent situation on WeChat. Wen Yu would take a picture of herself and send it to Yu Xianyun: sometimes she's cooking noodles in the kitchen, sometimes she's watching TV in the living room, sometimes she's walking the dog... Yu Xianyun noticed Wen Yu had a new dog, but she didn't ask any questions. She just wanted Wen Yu to be more normal.
Wen Yu left the villa and came to the studio.
The studio was bustling with activity. Besides the students already learning to paint, there seemed to be newcomers. Xu Yanshan was greeting a new visitor, but Wen Yu didn't bother him and went straight to her own seat. She laid out her painting supplies and had just sat down on the small stool when Xu Yanshan arrived with the new visitor.
"Wen Yu, your acquaintance." Xu Yanshan pointed at Yan Qianqian and said to Wen Yu.
Wen Yu turned to look at them. Yan Qianqian stood there awkwardly, besides Xu Yanshan, and behind her was Pan Xianchen. Pan Xianchen, his hands in his pockets, glanced around the studio. When he wasn't working, he dressed casually, his simple, clean clothes making him look like a college boy.
Wen Yu pretended not to see him and only said to Yan Qianqian, "Do you want to learn painting too?"
Yan Qianqian gave an awkward yet polite smile, looked back at Pan Xianchen, and nodded, saying, "Yes, I want to learn too."
Xu Yanshan said: "Then you can stay today and take a trial class to experience it first."
Yan Qianqian said: "Okay."
Xu Yanshan smiled, looked at the man behind Yan Qianqian, and said, "Who is this?"
Pan Xianchen nodded his chin at Yan Qianqian and introduced himself: "Her parent. I'm here to sit in on the class, too."
"Okay. Then I'll get you a set of painting supplies."
Xu Yanshan walked away. Yan Qianqian secretly tapped her phone, and soon, Wen Yu's WeChat rang. Yan Qianqian texted her: Ahhh! It wasn't me who wanted to learn painting at all! Sister Wenyu! I didn't betray you! I didn't tell Brother Pan Xianchen your new number. I accidentally let it slip yesterday, and he insisted I come to learn painting today! He even pretended to be my parent! I'm innocent! Sister Wenyu!
Wen Xiaoyu: ...
Qianwan Rich Man: I’m sorry, woooooo…
Wen Xiaoyu: It’s okay, just find a place to sit down.
Qianwanfuweng: Okay, Sister Wenyu, can I sit next to you?
Wen Xiaoyu: Of course.
Qianwanfuweng: Okay! Then I'll go get a stool!
Yan Qianqian ran over and got a stool, placed it next to Wen Yu, and sat down. Pan Xianchen also took a stool and sat down behind Yan Qianqian and Wen Yu. Yan Qianqian felt a chill on her back, turned around and looked at Pan Xianchen, saying, "Can you sit somewhere else?"
Pan Xianchen said, "No. I want to sit behind you and supervise you."
Yan Qianqian turned back speechlessly and started speaking ill of Pan Xianchen to Wen Yu on WeChat again.
Xu Yanshan brought over his painting supplies. Yan Qianqian couldn't draw at all, nor did she have the slightest interest in it. After a long while, a grotesque scribble emerged. Xu Yanshan could see Yan Qianqian was being perfunctory, but he didn't point it out. Some of the young people who came to learn painting were indeed, like Yan Qianqian, forced to come by their parents. Xu Yanshan didn't care. He turned to Wen Yu and, as usual, bent over, observing, occasionally offering guidance.
Pan Xianchen stared at them.
During the session, Xu Yanshan left Wenyu to instruct other students, but soon returned to continue discussing her paintings with her. After several rounds of this, Wenyu's paintings gradually took shape.
About half an hour later, Wen Yu stood up to stretch her muscles, then picked up her cup and went to the tea room to get some water. After a while, Yan Qianqian followed her over, saying with a bitter face, "Sister Wen Yu, I'm thirsty too..."
Wen Yu familiarly found a disposable water cup from the cabinet next to him and handed it to Yan Qianqian, saying, "Learning painting is boring, right?"
Yan Qianqian exploded like a firecracker, her voice crackling with complaints. Then Pan Xianchen walked in, and Yan Qianqian snapped shut.
Pan Xianchen was thirsty and came in to get some water. He looked at the water cup Wen Yu had brought with her and asked, "Do you have any disposable cups here?"
"Yes!" Yan Qianqian answered quickly. Wasn't she holding one in her hand? It was so obvious, couldn't she see it?
Yan Qianqian shook the disposable water cup in her hand and said, "Let me get you one too."
She turned around and went to look in the cabinet. After a while, she took out one and gave it to Pan Xianchen. Pan Xianchen took it, pointed to the public water dispenser, and asked, "Can I drink this?"
Of course. Yan Qianqian was about to answer when she realized Pan Xianchen hadn't even glanced at her. She immediately understood that Pan Xianchen hadn't noticed the disposable cup in her hand, nor did he know whether he could drink the water in the dispenser. He was simply trying to find something to talk about with Wen Yu.
Yan Qianqian: “…”
I was speechless.
After getting the water, Wen Yu was about to leave, and Yan Qianqian followed her like a little tail. Pan Xianchen reached out to stop her. Wen Yu stopped, looked at Pan Xianchen's arm blocking her, and then looked at Pan Xianchen again.
Pan Xianchen said to Yan Qianqian, "Don't you want to learn painting? Go and learn now, don't be lazy here."
Yan Qianqian: “…”
She remained speechless. Wasn't he just trying to get rid of her? And he said it so righteously. Before leaving, Yan Qianqian glared at Pan Xianchen with disdain.
Pan Xianchen waited until Yan Qianqian was far away before lowering his arm and shoving it back into his trouser pocket. His expression was half-smiley, and it was hard to tell what his true emotions were. He said to Wen Yu, "After asking for leave, you're pretending not to know me?"
Wen Yu said sincerely, "I really don't want to run into my boss during my vacation."
Pan Xianchen said, "You wouldn't say a word to me, would you?"
"I'm going to learn painting now." Wen Yu spread his hands.
Such an attitude.
When we first met, she would call him Mr. Pan and Mr. Pan, and would say sorry and thank you to him all the time, but now she has this attitude.
"Wenyu, you're so polite," Pan Xianchen said sarcastically. "You call me Teacher Xu so affectionately. Have you forgotten you once had a Teacher Pan? You have so many teachers."
Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh. What was he doing? Jealous? It was hilarious. He was jealous too?
"Mr. Pan, I really want to learn painting. The tuition here is very expensive." Wen Yu said as he walked out.
Pan Xianchen stood there, somewhat dazed, watching her leave. He and Ning Kai had originally planned to play tennis together on Saturday, but after hearing about Wen Yu's news from Yan Qianqian the night before, he immediately canceled the meeting.
He had clearly told Ning Kai that he had given up, but what was going on now? He had come all this way just to see Wen Yu and have a few words with her.
Pan Xianchen looked down at the disposable water cup in his hand, squeezed it hard, and it crumpled.
Like him, there is no hope for him.
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