She was going to participate in the Great Beauty Oriental Gold Jewelry Innovation Design Competition. She drew several designs, but was not satisfied with any of them. Either the designs were too complicated or the elements were not used properly.
She had no time to pay attention to Pei Zhiting at all.
Pei Zhiting has been alone in his empty room for half a month.
"Jiaojiao, you have ignored me for a long time."
"I'm busy, be good, go play by yourself."
"You draw yours, and I'll do mine, okay? Honey~"
"Wife, I'm very obedient. Do you want to draw?"
Song Xijiao had been drawing the design for half a month, and she was so angry that she had no place to vent it, so she didn't hesitate.
“…………”
Song Xijiao was inspired. She pushed Pei Zhiting away, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. She sat back at the table and picked up a pen to start drawing.
"Jiaojiao, are you just going to pull up your pants and ignore me?"
Song Xijiao was drawing a bracelet with some complicated patterns on it. He took a look but didn't understand it.
"Jiaojiao, draw a portrait for me."
Song Xijiao waved her hand impatiently: "Go away, I'm busy."
"Jiaojiao, you draw me, and I'll draw you naked."
Song Xijiao was an art exam candidate. She was admitted to the School of Architecture and Landscape Design of Peking University with a score of 283 in professional courses and 598 in cultural courses.
Her sketching skills are amazing, and she can draw anything she has seen once.
Pei Zhiting rested his right hand on the chair, his head tilted slightly, his eyes filled with seduction, he looked like a male demon.
"Wait a moment..."
She ran to the dressing table, rummaged through the jewelry box, and found a breast chain at the bottom of the box.
The style is very simple. There is only a white camellia hanging on the thin chain. The flower is made very realistically, with the petals slightly open, revealing the tender yellow stamens inside.
This was something she had done for fun before, but she didn't expect it to come in handy now.
Song Xijiao ran back with the body chain and asked Pei Zhiting to raise his hand so that she could put it on him.
“…………”
"Jiaojiao, I'm ready to pose, come and draw."
Song Xijiao pasted the 4K sketch paper on the drawing board, raised the pencil and compared it to Pei Zhiting, then with a few strokes, she determined the proportions and dynamic lines and began to draw.
Pei Zhiting remained motionless, looking at Song Xijiao's serious profile...
"Jiaojiao, I..."
"Don't move."
Pei Zhiting didn't dare to move.
Sketching is different from oil painting. Sketching focuses more on the outline of lines and contours, and does not have high requirements for light and shadow. Oil painting, on the other hand, uses color and light and shadow. Sketching only requires a pencil and a sketchbook to draw what you want to keep.
To love someone may mean that I see passion in your eyes, and see that I have lived for you affectionately countless times.
"Qiangqiang, my dad smashed all the cups, and my mom called him a loser, a fool, and a wimp. I'm scared, and I don't know what to do."
The little girl sat on the stairs, hugging her legs with her hands, burying her head in her knees, her shoulders shaking.
"Next time they argue, just walk away and don't listen to what they say."
The little boy sat next to her, patted her back gently with his little hands, and spoke like a little adult, just like his mother comforted him:
"They are adults, better than us, and can handle it themselves, so we should just leave them alone."
"Qiangqiang, I'm so scared."
The little girl raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes. She sniffed and whispered:
"Many of my classmates' parents are divorced. Will they also divorce and abandon me?"
"If they really get to the point of divorce, then you have to fight for the greatest benefit." The little boy said with a serious face.
"What is the greatest benefit?" The little girl looked puzzled.
"Money, house, savings, whatever I can get."
"Why?"
"They can still create a better future without each other, but it's different for you. Without them, you have nothing."
"So, the greatest revenge you can give them is to ensure you have enough food and clothing in the future."
"Oh, I understand then. Qiangqiang, you are amazing. What do you want to do in the future?"
"If you make a lot of money and your parents don't give you money, I will give it to you and support you."
"Qiangqiang, you are so nice. When I grow up, I will marry you."
"OK."
"Make a pinky promise."
"Make a pinky promise."
Hook your two little fingers together, press your thumbs together, and stamp.
"So, what do you want to do when you grow up, Jiaojiao?"
“I want to be a designer.”
"Okay, then I'll work hard to make money and open a jewelry store for you, and you can design for yourself, okay?"
"good."
The memories came to an abrupt end.
"Pei Zhiting, just sit still and don't move." Song Xijiao said coldly without even raising her head.
"Okay, I won't move." Pei Zhiting curled the corners of his lips and smiled.
On a sunny spring afternoon, a breeze passed through the half-open window, gently brushing the curtains. Golden sunlight filtered through the gaps and sprinkled on the wall. Tiny dust particles floated in the air. The studio was very quiet, with only the sound of pencils rubbing against the drawing paper.
As she was drawing, she said, “The school has a funding project called - For You.”
She stopped what she was doing, looked at the painting she had just finished, and continued:
"This funding program lasted for four years. The year I graduated from university, the school terminated the program. I didn't think much of it at the time. I just thought the sponsor had run out of money and couldn't afford to donate anymore, so they stopped donating."
"Ms. Song always praises me, saying how great my Jiaojiao is, but her voice sounds like she's been relieved of a heavy burden."
"She loves me, there's no doubt about it."
"But her love was also shared with another man and the child she had with another man."
Song Xijiao's hand holding the charcoal pencil tilted, and a heavy line passed through the drawing paper.
Pei Zhiting was heartbroken. He wanted to say, Jiaojiao, that person is me.
Finally, before the sun set, Song Xijiao finished the painting.
She wiped the lines to make the transition between light and dark more natural.
Song Xijiao took the painting off the drawing board, looked at it for a while, and said:
"This painting is called, 'Chains for You'."
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