During the period of time when Yun Shuning was injured, except for the pain in his hand, he lived a very comfortable life.
Because his father got into trouble and the Su family was leaderless, Su Muqing was an ambitious man, so he had been busy trying to gain a say in the Su family.
No matter which child his father likes the most, he is the most legitimate heir.
However, since his father has given a lot of power to his illegitimate children, Su Muqing probably won't have the time to bother him in the next period of time.
As for Yu Cheng, ever since she had spoken clearly to him in the ward that day, this man had simply disappeared from her world.
The same goes for the male and female protagonists. After she was discharged from the hospital, they never bothered her.
Her life now can be said to be the life she had always dreamed of.
She no longer had to worry about whether her lies would be exposed or whether an accident would happen tomorrow. Sometimes, she felt that the injury she suffered this time was worth it.
But only sometimes. Every time my left wrist aches, this thought disappears without a trace.
Yun Shuning was lying on the rocking chair on the balcony, lazily basking in the sun. Xiaobai was lying not far from her. Now, with their eyes squinting in the sun, they actually looked somewhat alike.
To date, the wound on her left hand has healed and she can live and work normally, but there is still an unsightly scar blocking her view.
The doctor said that after a few years, the scar will gradually fade and become lighter. If she minds, she can use special medical cosmetic methods to remove the scar after a period of time.
Yun Shuning raised her left hand and looked at the wound carefully in the sunlight. In fact, after a while, if she didn't look carefully, she might not be able to find the scar at all.
She didn't intend to care about the scar. She had obviously already suffered all the pain, so why should she erase the evidence of the injury?
Seeing that it was almost time for the morning live broadcast, she slowly walked to the bedroom and took out the bracelet she had bought two days ago.
This bracelet is a simple sterling silver bracelet. It looks very simple and there is nothing attractive about it, but Yun Shuning still put it on her left hand.
She chose this bracelet because it could perfectly cover her wound.
She thought she understood human nature quite well. If it was her first live broadcast after a long illness, the audience would definitely stare at her injured hand and might even take out a magnifying glass to study the lines on her wound.
How would they feel if she covered her wound as if nothing had happened so that they couldn't see it?
The more you cover up, the more people will want to know and explore.
Moreover, no matter how well the bracelet fits her, it is impossible to cover the wound as tightly as gauze. As long as she moves, the wound will definitely be exposed inadvertently.
This is exactly the feeling she wants.
Just because she couldn't say anything didn't mean she couldn't do anything.
As she thought about it, she skillfully prepared the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone as well as the live broadcast tools.
“Ahhhhh, Shushu, you’re finally live streaming. The flowers my child has been waiting for are about to wither.”
"Oh my God, what did I see? Was it really not my hallucination?"
"Shushu, wuwuwuwuwu, how is your body now, are you feeling better?"
"Get out of the way, Shushu. I am the one who loves you the most. Look at my dark circles. They are all because I miss you."
"Shushu, I have been unable to sleep for a long time since the live broadcast at night stopped."
"Shushu, my hair is turning into a Mediterranean style because of insomnia. Today I can finally have a good night's sleep, woo woo woo."
…
Because Yun Shuning hadn't done a live broadcast for a long time, at the beginning, there were countless comments expressing their thoughts and concerns.
They all knew that Shuyan couldn't do a live broadcast because of a hand injury, and they had been paying close attention to her current physical condition.
There are also some people who suffer from insomnia, because they have been listening to Shuyan's live broadcasts for a while, so they have become spoiled. Obviously, they can listen to the previous recordings, but when they listen to the recordings, they always feel that something is missing.
So, over the past few days, they could only fall asleep by listening to Shu Yan's previous recordings. Although they could fall asleep, the effect was far inferior to Shu Yan's live broadcast every night.
On this day, after seeing Shu Yan’s live broadcast, those who could only fall asleep by watching her live broadcast were completely excited.
"I'm sorry for taking such a long break." Yun Shuning spoke softly while grinding outside the camera, with an apologetic tone, "From today on, the live broadcast will continue, and we will still take a break every Sunday."
"Shushu, you don't have to apologize. Your health is the most important thing."
"Shushu, we are already very happy that you can come back."
"Shushu, as long as you keep broadcasting live, I will always be here."
Yun Shuning glanced at the fancy confession on the screen, chuckled and shook his head: "I haven't practiced calligraphy for a while, so it may be a little rusty."
Then, the camera showed her holding a brush and splashing ink on paper.
To say that she was writing with a brush might be a bit of an exaggeration. The hand in the camera was writing stroke by stroke, with straight horizontal and vertical strokes.
But the audience's attention was focused on the other free hand.
It was a very beautiful hand, with long knuckles and round fingertips like scallions. Just looking at this hand, one might even feel that the bracelet on the wrist was lowering its beauty.
This hand is suitable to be worn without anything, and be a whole of its own; or if it is to be worn, it should be worn with the world's top-grade jade, as only it is worthy of it.
The audience paid attention to this hand not only because it was inharmonious, but also because Shuyan never wore any jewelry.
Moreover, the hand wearing the bracelet happened to be the hand that was injured in an 'accident'.
However, because the bracelet fit the wrist very tightly, covering that circle tightly, and Shu Yan kept his wrist downward when writing, and his left hand seldom moved, so they could not see anything even though they stared wide-eyed.
After writing a few words roughly, Yun Shuning said helplessly: "Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will fall behind."
"I haven't practiced calligraphy for just a few days, but now when I write, I feel like something is wrong." She said as she raised her hand and dipped it in ink again. "Don't follow my example. No matter what you do, persistence is the most important thing."
Because of her movements, her left hand could not keep the same position as before, and the bracelet moved with it when her left hand moved.
At that moment, netizens who had been closely following her every move immediately took screenshots.
On the left hand, next to the bracelet, is a wound that now looks very obvious. The healed scar shows how dangerous the situation was at that time.
No matter what kind of accident it is, it shouldn't hurt this place, right?
These are clearly... clearly the scars that can only be caused by suicide.
They had a lot of things they wanted to tell her, such as that she still had them, and that there would definitely be miracles in this world...
However, when they saw Shuyan practicing calligraphy seriously and almost obsessively in the camera, they suddenly couldn't say a word.
Perhaps Shuyan never needed such useless comfort.
In the camera, she really seems to love life and every word and stroke of her pen.
So, why did she feel so depressed at that time?
In fact, it doesn’t seem that important anymore. What’s important now is that Shuyan gave them a promise that she would live well and live seriously.
As fans, they believe in her and will always be her solid support.
After Yun Shuning finished practicing his calligraphy, he briefly spoke to the audience and then went off the air.
Now, as long as she has income, she will take out the day's income and donate it to relevant charitable organizations.
When she first started doing this, she wasn't thinking about a good reputation. She really just wanted to do her best to help those children to the best of her ability.
Therefore, even if her donation is exposed to the public, her charity will not stop after this incident is over.
As for the donor column, He Yan's name was still written on it.
She knew that He Yan was now certain to be dead, so she hoped that these good deeds could give him a better afterlife.
There wasn't much she could do, and this was all she could do.
Many times, she felt sorry for him. In order to survive, she had to use him, and now she had to use him again in order to live a good life.
She now sincerely hopes that he will have a happy and fulfilling life.
…
In the past few days, He Chen has been numbing himself with work, as if only in this way could he forget the heartbeat he felt when he heard Yun Shuning's voice at the door of the ward.
How could there be such a profound and pure love in this world? Just by hearing her words that seemed to be both angry and happy to her uncle, he couldn't help but want to take a look at her expression at that time.
Is it happiness or nostalgia?
In the past two days, whenever he had free time, he couldn't help thinking about what he would do if the person she loved deeply was him.
If that person is really him, he will give her the best things in the world and make her happy all the time.
He will give her the best and most perfect love in the world.
If the person she loved deeply was him, he would definitely not make her sad and desperate for so long like He Yan did.
But there are no ifs in this world.
He Chen clenched the pen in his hand; the cold touch woke him up from his thoughts.
She is my uncle's lover. The person she loves is my uncle, and all her joys and sorrows are because of him.
And, after all, in her eyes, he might just be a clown who wanted to inherit the He family without any legitimate reason.
Sometimes, he even envied Yu Cheng a little. At least he could express his love for her without restraint.
But he could never do that because she was his aunt in name only.
Therefore, he not only had to hide his admiration for her, but also had to use the existence of his uncle to comfort her and let her live well.
He Chen believed that he was a person who could control his emotions. Even after losing Lin Wan, he was able to handle the company's affairs decisively the next day after missing her all night.
But now, looking at the densely written documents on the table, he had the urge to throw them down for the first time.
He angrily closed the document in front of him. If Yun Shuning wanted to live well, nothing must happen to his uncle.
Whether true or false.
If Yun Shuning knew that his uncle could basically be declared dead now, he would know what would happen next without even having to think about it.
How could someone who has died once be afraid of a second time?
"Assistant Wang." Thinking of this, he dialed the office landline with an expressionless face, "Spread some news on the Internet that He Yan is still alive, and you must have reasons and evidence."
"Also, let me share with Yun Shuning's fan group that she committed suicide this time because someone spread rumors in front of her that He Yan was dead and couldn't possibly come back."
"In short, I hope that after today, public opinion will believe that there is a great chance that He Yan will come back alive. Do you understand?"
He alone might only make Yun Shuning half-believe and half-doubt the news, but when everyone firmly believes that He Yan can come back, then she will only believe it more.
And I will live more firmly.
I'm sorry, please forgive me for having to resort to deception to keep her alive.
In the fan group, someone suddenly spoke mysteriously:
"Did you see the wound on Shuyan's hand?"
"I saw it. No matter how you look at it, that wound looks painful."
"I have a relative who works at Rui Ming Xuan. She said there was a lot of blood in the private room of Rui Ming Xuan at that time. The knife in the private room was a relatively blunt one. If it was just an accident, it would not have caused such serious injuries."
"I can testify that the knives used in major restaurants today are simply not comparable to the knives we use when cooking, so the probability of injuring someone should be low."
"And looking at Shushu's scar, it doesn't look very smooth."
"In fact, after taking all of this into account, it seems that the injury Shushu suffered this time was not an accident as she said."
"In fact, my relative also said that when she went to serve the dishes, she seemed to hear someone in the box saying something to Shushu. He said that He Yan had died a long time ago and the police didn't report it. Because the time for serving the dishes was very short, she only heard a little bit at the door."
They all knew how important He Yan was to Shu Yan, and they also knew how much hurt such words could cause her.
"Who is so sick as to spread rumors in front of Shushu?!"
"How could He Yan be in trouble? Everyone is waiting for him to come back."
"It sounds like it's fake. Could it be that Shushu believed it?"
"It's definitely a rumor. My third cousin's boyfriend works at the police station. He said that He Yan has a certain chance of survival!!"
"No matter whether He Yan can come back or not, we must tell everyone, especially Shushu, that He Yan will definitely come back!!"
"What do you mean by can or cannot? He Yan is clearly on his way back now. He may just be lost!!"
As time went by, everyone knew how small the chances of He Yan's survival were, but as one wave of netizens brainwashed them, everyone later felt that the probability of He Yan being alive was very high.
You see, the police have classified the case as missing. Do you know more than the police?
Later, when Shuyan's fans met him in person, they would ask him a question in a nervous manner:
"Do you think He Yan can come back?"
"Isn't that nonsense? Of course I can!"
Okay, this must be a fan.
There is actually not much that Shuyan’s fans can do. They cannot help her get out of the shadow of losing He Yan as soon as possible, nor can they give her much financial encouragement.
They could only use their meager strength to create a dream for her that would not be exposed.
Let her live well with hope.
…
Yun Shuning has regarded learning to paint as a must-do task in her life, and she is always particularly dedicated when doing something she likes.
Even during the period when her hand was injured, she did not stop her practice. Sometimes she would just draw a simple line, and sometimes she would draw large blocks of color.
She has two painting classes a week. Today is Saturday, and she came to the painting gallery on time to study.
The class she was in was a small class with very few students. Besides her, there was one girl and two boys.
But today, when she entered the class, a hint of surprise flashed across her brows.
There was a new girl in this class, and she knew her. She was one of the staff members who inspected the taxes that day, and she seemed to be her fan.
It must be a coincidence, Yun Shuning thought helplessly as she watched the surprise that suddenly flashed in Li Li's eyes when she saw her.
"Shushu!" Li Li knew this was a classroom, so she suppressed her excitement. After seeing her sit down, she quickly walked to her side and spoke in a low voice.
Some people may be so excited that they can’t say a word when they see their favorite idol; there is another type of people whose brains become extremely excited and they keep chattering when they meet their idol.
Li Li is obviously the latter.
"I was a little reluctant when the teacher suggested changing classes because I was not keeping up with the progress." Li Li's eyes became red with excitement, and her hands were clenched tightly together. "Now it seems that I really regret not listening to the teacher earlier."
The last time she met Yun Shuning, she was on official business, so she couldn't show her preferences too much. Originally, she could have a good chat with her after finishing her business.
As a result, she was so shocked by what Yun Shuning said that she didn't even remember how she left the door.
Thinking of this, Li Li glanced at her left wrist in a covert manner, and saw the familiar bracelet as expected.
Compared with the bracelets currently on the market, this bracelet is a little thicker, just enough to cover the scars on the wrist.
Li Li forced herself to look away, for she was afraid that she would cry if she continued looking.
Yun Shuning is very sensitive to people's attitudes, and she can feel her pure and persistent love.
She had few fans in her previous life, so when she met someone who truly liked her and stubbornly did not ask for anything in return, she would be very happy and would not feel disturbed at all.
After all, she is just an ordinary person.
"Ms. Li, long time no see." Her eyes softened and she spoke softly.
If Yu Cheng and Su Muqing were here, they would immediately notice the difference in her tone when she addressed them.
When she called them, she sounded particularly unfamiliar and her eyes were strange, which made people know that they were not familiar with each other.
But when she addressed Li Li, although she also used this polite address, the smile in her tone unconsciously revealed a sense of intimacy.
Li Li noticed her attitude at the first moment. She was wondering if she was too abrupt and too familiar, considering they had only met once.
But after seeing her almost acquiescent attitude, she, who was originally lively and outgoing, climbed up the pole even more and said with a smile: "Shushu, you can just call me Lily, that's what my friends around me call me."
She was not the type who always liked to be familiar with others. While she was talking, she was carefully observing her expression. As long as she showed any displeasure, she would quickly step back and leave her some private space.
She just felt that she was too lonely, as if there was no one else in her life except He Yan.
There wasn't much she could do, she could only try her best to warm her up when they met.
Yun Shuning felt the kindness surging from her, and after careful consideration, she even felt that she had some... pity for her?
"Lily." She began swiftly.
Hearing her address, Li Li's eyes suddenly lit up, and she told her in a familiar manner about the scandal in which she was criticized by her teacher when she was painting.
"I swear, before I started drawing it, I was thinking of drawing a bird, but after I finished it, everyone thought it was a withered flower. It's outrageous!" She wrinkled her nose and looked accusing.
She has a baby face with round, moist eyes, which makes her look particularly cute with her current expression, making people feel good about her at first sight.
"They even mistook a deer for a horse, saying that my bird's eyes were stamens. Whose painting only had two stamens, and they were round?"
As she spoke, she paid attention to the expression on Yun Shuning's face, but it was precisely because she noticed it that she felt particularly sad for her.
Normally, she is considered the funny person in the bureau. No matter what joke she tells, she will make her colleagues laugh. Even unhappy friends will become full of energy again after talking to her.
But now, even though she had tried her best to bring out her comedic talents, Yun Shuning only gave a polite smile.
She could tell that she was really listening to her seriously, but she seemed to have lost the ability to laugh heartily.
In fact, Yun Shuning didn't really think so much about it now. It was just that when Li Li described her painting, she couldn't help but think of her own painting. She clearly painted a person running in the rain, but when the teacher commented on it, he said that the person's dance posture was a bit stiff.
When she thought of this, she felt so sad that she couldn't laugh at all.
Before Li Li could say anything, it was time for class and the teacher came in with a drawing board.
Li Li looked at her reluctantly, and at the last second, carefully looked at her left wrist. Then, before tears started to flow, she quickly turned her head and returned to her seat.
Yun Shuning felt her last gaze and looked down at her wrist. It turned out that the bracelet had become a little crooked due to the movement, revealing half of the scar.
A strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart. After being injured, the first thing she thought about was how to make use of this wound and how to maximize its effect.
That's why she declined the doctor's suggestion and wanted to keep it.
However, after feeling Li Li's sincere and careful care, she suddenly felt that she was a little selfish.
There are so many people in this world who care about her.
Wait until the wound stabilizes, then she will have it healed.
In fact, painting class is a very boring thing. For a full two hours, apart from the teacher’s explanation, most of the rest of the time is spent on practicing on your own.
At the beginning, I practiced lines, color matching and composition.
As time goes by, the teacher has now begun to let them try to complete a painting independently.
Because they were still novices, the teacher did not ask them to draw the details and lines in the painting to the best of their ability, as long as they could draw a rough outline.
Although enlarged versions of the paintings they needed to draw today were listed on the stage and they only had to copy them, these students' pens clearly had their own ideas.
Although the painting was of a scene of crabapples in full bloom in spring with pink petals scattered all over the ground, the teacher stepped down from the stage, took a look at the students' works, resisted the urge to complain, and said with a smile: "Well, it's quite creative."
That’s right, the black trunk and the flowers made up of purple blocks, with no changes in light and dark depending on the distance, just like the plants from the devil world in novels.
When the teacher came to Yun Shuning's painting, she was very satisfied with it compared with the others.
Although the flowers she painted were more like plum blossoms standing alone in the wind, with dots of red on the branches, they were shocking yet carried a different kind of warmth.
He really looks like Yun Shuning.
She also knows her story, so she can better understand her feelings when she painted this picture.
After the class was over, Yun Shuning packed up his things, placed his painting supplies in the cabinet reserved for students, and prepared to go home as usual.
"Shushu!" Before she even left the house, she was stopped by Li Li. "It's so late, Shushu, do you want to have dinner together?"
She blinked and looked at her expectantly: "I know there is a delicious hot pot restaurant nearby."
Yun Shuning originally wanted to refuse, but when she heard the word "hot pot", she hesitated for a moment.
It seemed like she had never eaten hotpot since she came into this world.
You might get tired of eating hotpot if you keep eating it, but if you haven't had it for a while, you will miss it especially.
"I'm alone, and no one wants to eat hotpot with me. It's really embarrassing to eat hotpot alone." Li Li saw that she seemed to want to refuse, and said aggrievedly, "Besides, I really want to eat with Shushu."
Although she was a little overconfident, she really seemed to have fed her a little to gain weight. Now she looked too thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
"Okay." Yun Shuning said softly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.
In the hot pot restaurant, hot steam was rising. At this moment, against the backdrop of the fireworks, Yun Shuning finally did not seem as illusory as before, like a bubble that might dissipate at any time.
Li Li sat opposite her. Considering that her body had just recovered, she, who had always loved spicy food, chose a slightly spicy beef oil pot, which was unusual for her. After seeking Yun Shuning's opinion, she also ordered a pork belly pot.
Then, like a host, she asked Yun Shuning what she didn't like to eat, put the things she liked into the pot little by little, and then fished them out for her.
During the entire meal, Yun Shuning hardly touched the ingredients in the pot. Her dipping sauce dish was filled with the dishes that Li Li had picked for her.
Li Li is really a person who can liven up the atmosphere. When you are with her, you never have to worry about the atmosphere being too awkward.
Even though she didn't act very intimate, she could still talk happily by herself.
Li Li actually didn't feel awkward at all talking to herself, because even though she was the only one talking, Yun Shuning was listening very carefully without a trace of impatience on her face.
Although she seemed to have no expression on her face, she could see a hint of indulgence in her eyes, as if no matter what she said, she would sit here and listen carefully.
"Shushu, do you know?" She looked at her, and there was suddenly an inexplicable look in her eyes. "In half a month, Qi Zhibai will hold an art exhibition in Kyoto. It is said that this exhibition is the result of his two years of seclusion, and it has never been exhibited to the public."
"Shushu, you know Qi Zhibai, right?" Li Li suddenly remembered this question and asked abruptly.
"I know." Yun Shuning didn't actually pay too much attention to the painters in this world, so he didn't know any of the famous painters in this world.
The reason why she knew Qi Zhibai was because he appeared in the novel.
In ancient novels, most of the opposite sex have a good impression of the heroine, and Qi Zhibai is one of them.
In fact, he can't even be considered a supporting actor. After all, his role is just that of a tool.
Qi Zhibai is an internationally renowned painter who specializes in figure painting.
He met the heroine shortly after she broke up with the hero. He was struck by her beauty and drew a picture for her.
A year later at an art exhibition, the hero discovered the painting, bought it for a large sum of money, and then learned the news about the heroine from him.
Although there was not much description about him in the original book, she roughly knew that Qi Zhibai was really famous and one of his paintings could be sold at an auction for millions or even tens of millions.
If it is a masterpiece of his paintings, it will be priceless.
"I was saying, who among those who study painting doesn't know Qi Zhibai?" Hearing her answer, Li Li was excited, "That's Qi Zhibai."
"My dream was to see his works in person." She propped up her chin, her face full of dreamy expression, "It was because of seeing Qi Shen's paintings that I, an adult working now, mustered up the courage to come to the art gallery to learn painting."
Talking about her painting idol, Li Li talked endlessly about everything from his painting method to his progress, and then to the improvement of his painting method in the past two years.
"Oh, it's just that it's too hard to get tickets for this exhibition." At the end, she said with a bitter face, helplessly, "There are three rounds of pre-sales in total, and two rounds have passed, and I haven't got a single ticket."
Listening to her admiration for Qi Zhibai, Yun Shuning felt a rare curiosity about him.
After returning to the apartment, she opened her phone and searched for the name. The first thing that came out was a long list of awards, both international and domestic. As long as he was involved, he would definitely win the first prize.
It was not until she continued to flip through the pages that she saw his works.
She had only one feeling, which was shock.
His paintings seemed to have undergone many changes. At the beginning, he pursued realism. In his portraits of this period, she could see the scattered hair of the person in the painting, the small pimple at the left corner of the person's eye, and every wrinkle on his skin.
It is not the kind of reality that can be found in photographs, but a kind of reality that is shocking and wanton.
Later, his works began to pay attention to the overall sense of atmosphere. At this time, the people and objects in his works were perfectly integrated together, and sometimes it was difficult to tell whether it was the people who set off the scenery, or the scenery that set off the people.
After simply looking at some of the most representative works in Qi Zhibai's painting career, Yun Shuning suddenly understood why Li Li liked him so much.
It is really hard not to be moved by this kind of work.
Later on, there was suddenly one more person in Yun Shuning's repetitive life.
After Li Li knew that she always stayed at home, she became keen on pulling her out to experience the joy of life.
But she knew how to strike a balance. She didn't come to see her very often, just once or twice a week.
Sometimes, she even felt that she had some special abilities. Every time she felt bored at home, after a while, she would receive a message from Li Li, asking her if she wanted to go out and play together.
People cannot live without groups. When she is alone, although she feels quiet and comfortable, she always feels a little lonely at certain times.
It seemed as if she was the only one in the whole world.
After having Li Li as a friend, she felt lonely less often.
However, even though she already considered her a friend, when she went out, she would still remember her own personality and would not allow herself to do anything too outrageous.
When encountering certain specific things, she will also make expressions that are consistent with her personality.
For example, even though she can eat eggplant, whenever she is outside, she always says that she doesn't like this dish, and she even lists coriander as a food that she cannot eat.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her eating habits and He Yan's were slowly overlapping.
Today Li Li invited her to a newly opened dessert shop.
She simply tidied herself up and walked out the door.
When we arrived at the street where the dessert shop was, large flakes of snow suddenly fell from the sky.
Snowflakes fluttered down, and Yun Shuning slowly stopped where he was.
She had seen such heavy snow before, and it was a very cold winter.
There was a child in the orphanage named Xiaoxue. She was abandoned by her parents because of her poor health.
At that time, she was still very young and only knew that she was in poor health, but she didn't know what illness she had.
They were about the same age and their beds were connected, so they were considered very good friends. Later, due to her health reasons, she began to be hospitalized intermittently.
In the winter of that year, they made an appointment to go see the snow together, but on the night before it snowed, the director's mother told her that Xiaoxue had been adopted and lived a happy life.
The director's mother thought she believed it, but in fact she knew that Xiaoxue would stay forever on the day before it snowed.
She would never see snow again.
It snowed really heavily that day, just like it is now.
"Brother Bai, what are you looking at?" Qian Shu was sitting opposite Qi Zhibai. Seeing him staring blankly out the window, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Could it be that Qi Zhibai saw something strange again and wanted to experience it?
"Muse, my Muse." Qi Zhibai murmured as he looked at the person standing in the heavy snow.
How could there be such a person? She stood there, as if she was cut off from the whole world, her whole body filled with a sadness that went deep into her bones.
With just one look, he was sure that she was the muse he had been looking for.
"Brother Bai, are you sure?" From Qian Shu's angle, he couldn't see what he was looking at, but that didn't stop him from looking surprised. "Forget it, what does that person look like? I'll go find her and get her contact information!"
Although they will meet with the party preparing for the exhibition next, it is nothing compared to Qi Zhibai's inspiration.
You know, as Qi Zhibai's assistant, how much he looked forward to being like him before.
Two years ago, Qi Zhibai met a muse every month on average. Those were also the years when his works burst out in large numbers, and he produced a near-peak work every month on average.
At that time, his biggest worry was how to sell these paintings at a price that best matched their worth, and also to explain to his muses, who were used once and then thrown away, that Qi Zhibai really didn't like them, he just wanted to paint out their special qualities.
But in the past two years, Qi Zhibai seemed to have hit a bottleneck. Although he had never stopped painting and his painting skills had been improving, he no longer had the feeling that he could paint for a whole day without feeling tired.
It's like he's here
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