Jiang Si's period came and went quickly, and by the fifth day it was basically over.
Huo Tingzhou remembered the compensation she mentioned that night, but in the end, he couldn't bear to make a scene.
In his wife's words, they are still young and have a long future ahead of them.
Thanks to the heavens, the temperature in Beijing has warmed up slightly in the past few days since that heavy snowfall.
Daytime temperatures are generally between five and six degrees Celsius, which makes it easier for the construction team to work quickly.
Finally, with the efforts and cooperation of all parties, Jiang Si officially joined the crew on December 6th.
During her stay at home, she spent most of her time in the study, except for eating and sleeping.
So it's quite easy to draw this.
During this time, members of other mural groups also took some time to come to the square to take a look after finishing their own work.
A group of people watched for several days, but they couldn't figure it out.
Because Jiang Si used a pencil for the initial draft, and the scaffolding also obscured the outline, they couldn't even see a rough sketch.
A few people did muster up the courage to go up to the scaffolding and take a look.
However, before they could get close, Huo Tingzhou stopped them.
Huo Tingzhou was tall and strong. Apart from having a slight smile on his face and talking more when he was in front of Jiang Si, he was also quite tall.
Towards others, he basically only had one expression: a blank face.
The group felt a little intimidated by his gaze and quickly pulled out their work IDs.
"Comrade, don't be nervous. We are all from the Beijing Artists Association."
"Yes, yes, we just want to go up and see how Comrade Jiang's painting is going, and if there's anything we can help with."
Huo Tingzhou thanked them, but still declined their request to go up and visit.
"I'm sorry, she doesn't like to be disturbed when she's drawing, and she's not used to having someone watching her."
"It will be finished in a few more days. You can see for yourselves then."
Since he had already said that, no one felt comfortable forcing their way up.
After the news spread, most people expressed their understanding.
But for some reason, some gossip still got out.
Early that morning, Tan Ailing, the head of the creative team, came to visit.
It just so happened that Chairman Zhou was away, and Fang Wenjun saw that she looked worried, so she asked her a few questions.
What's wrong with you?
Tan Ailing had come looking for someone to confide in, and when she heard this question, she immediately recounted what had happened during this period.
“Vice President Fang, you’ve been resting at home these past few days. You have no idea how outrageous that Comrade Jiang is.”
"Members from other groups wanted to go up and check on the progress of the mural, but her husband stubbornly refused to let them go up."
"I also heard that she has only drawn the facial features of the figures so far, without even drawing a basic outline."
“I know she draws facial features very well and expressively, but so many costumes and props are much more difficult to draw than facial features.”
"You said she hasn't even started writing much yet, do you think she'll be able to finish it on time?"
As she spoke, Tan Ailing sighed, "Actually, I feel that Comrade Jiang really shouldn't be so protective of his skills. Why not just have your little apprentice go and help out..."
"Team Leader Tan, where did you hear these words?"
Fang Wenjun frowned: "I never said that Qiu Yashu was my apprentice. I only tutored her for a few years, so I can barely be considered her teacher."
Tan Ailing was taken aback. "She's not your apprentice?"
Then why is she going around hinting to others that Vice President Fang is her mentor?
Fang Wenjun replied firmly, "No!"
Then she changed the subject back, and this time she didn't ask where you heard it from.
Instead, he said directly, "Team Leader Tan, you heard these words from Qiu Yashu, right?"
"this……"
Fang Wenjun knew what was going on as soon as Tan Ailing hesitated.
Before confronting the person, she first offered a few words of explanation on behalf of Jiang Si.
"Team Leader Tan, you don't need to worry about Xiao Jiang's abilities. If she said she could finish the job, she definitely can."
Tan Ailing was somewhat puzzled: "Vice President Fang, you and Comrade Jiang have only met a few times, how can you trust her so much?"
"Of course, I trust my lover's judgment."
"Your lover?"
Tan Ailing certainly knew who Vice President Fang's lover was.
This is the only person in China who can be called a master of the highest order, and he is also the founder of the Chinese sketching system!
But what does this have to do with her lover?
"Vice President Fang, could it be that Comrade Xiao Jiang is Professor Yu's...apprentice?"
"Yes, she is my lover's apprentice, and the only one."
Oh my god!
She really is Professor Yu's direct disciple.
Tan Ailing was now completely relieved.
Seeing Fang Wenjun get up and leave the office, she quickly followed after her.
"Vice President Fang, where are you going?"
Fang Wenjun did not explain.
When she arrived at the square, she immediately spotted Qiu Yashu in the crowd.
"Qiu Yashu!"
At that moment, Qiu Yashu was whispering something to the members of the small mural group.
She was startled when she suddenly heard someone call her name from behind.
Turning around, she was met with Fang Wenjun's cold face.
"Vice President Fang, is there something you need from me?"
"right!"
In the past, Fang Wenjun couldn't be too blunt because they were neighbors, but things are different today.
In front of everyone, she said seriously, "Didn't I tell you that day not to call me master anymore, and that I am not your master? Didn't you hear me?"
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