She was a middle-aged woman who looked quite honest.
They come to cook when it's mealtime, and then leave after finishing.
He doesn't talk much.
Nam Gyi doesn't have to go hungry.
A month later, Nanzhi was asked by Master Qianmu to design clothes.
Fashion design also requires inspiration.
No matter which designer it is, sometimes they just can't draw it.
This matter has been dragging on for several days now.
Every time I finished a design and showed it to Master Qianmu, he would sternly point out a whole host of flaws.
Nanzhi felt like she was going crazy.
Seeing Nanzhi's worried expression, Gerry comforted her, fearing she might do something rash and leave.
Of course, Nanzhi couldn't just leave like that.
It's the weekend, and Nanzhi is resting, but her mind is still on design projects.
Shen Xingmian opened the door and saw the girl lying on the coffee table, with a pile of scrap paper on the floor.
He frowned slightly, then walked over and picked up the scraps of paper from the ground.
I unfolded them and took a look; they were all design drawings.
Some are half-finished, while others are already finished.
I guess they're all dissatisfied.
Shen Xingmian picked up all these pictures.
Organized.
Nanzhi clutched her hair, her whole face scrunched up.
Shen Xingmian reached out and took the pen from her hand.
Nan Zhi noticed that Shen Xingmian had returned.
A forced smile appeared on her face:
"You're back?"
Shen Xingmian reached out and pinched her cheek. "If you don't want to smile, then don't. You look awful."
Nanzhi: "..."
The smile on her face vanished, replaced by a furrowed brow and a hint of coquetry in her voice:
"I can't design the kind of work the teacher wants."
Shen Xingmian pulled the girl up and pressed her down onto the sofa.
Shen Xingmian squatted down and held the girl's two hands.
I gently pinched it.
He looked up and said, "Since I can't figure it out, let's put it aside for now."
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