Chapter 213

In March, the grass grows and the winter cold disappears completely. Elroy's style changes like a new city. The depressed and solemn streets and buildings are covered with warm gauze. The streets and alleys are a little green. The flower clusters planted on the building balcony are blooming. The bright red flowers are swaying in the breeze of the alleys. The children's laughter overflows the streets and alleys.

"Creak ~"

Niya pushed the French window out of the balcony, the melodious breeze swept her cheek, raised the pure white window screen, opened the pages of books on the desktop, Niya moved a chair to sit down, bathed in the warm wind, below the balcony is a quiet alley, the stairs lead to the endless depth.

She stretched herself lazily and gazed at the flower bed in the attic opposite. She narrowed her eyes in a daze. After a while, she thought of something. She took her notebook and wrote a letter.

"My dear and respected Mr. Fergus, it's April now, and the season is spring. How have you been recently? Or have you been drawing in the studio? Mr. Adrian has arranged a new residence for me. It's an old house on the edge of the busy street. To be honest, I don't like it very much. It's much noisier than Rodman street. In the morning, I will be woken up by the cry of children. Mr. Adrian also teases me that it's to make me stop oversleeping. I'm only five times late this month! "

"Add: Fortunately, Miss Shirley will prepare breakfast for me. Miss Shirley is really a gentle lady. I like her very much!" Speaking of her teacher Shirley, Niya naturally smiles happily.

"I want to live in a small house in the suburbs with a small garden. I want to be closer to nature there. At that time, the warm wind will tell me that spring is coming."

Niya biting her pen and thinking for a moment, continued to write: "my work as a painter has probably come to an end. Mr. Adrian has ordered us to draw all the cartoons we have created. Now miss Shirley and I are carrying out the final finishing work to revise the defective works drawn at the beginning due to lack of experience."

"Oh, one thing I forgot to say is that Mr. Adrian finally dismissed those inferior painters, but I am very happy to see their depressed expression. I think it's probably called falling into the well."

"As for the work I'm creating, it's a brand new art. Mr. Adrian said that it's like a novel belonging to painting, which is called cartoon. He said that words can form poetry, prose or novel. Why can't painting have these forms? Poetry is oil painting, prose is watercolor, and caricature is novel. It's very interesting and novel, isn't it? "

"Recently, I began to receive entrustment. It must be hard for the teacher to imagine that I received many invitation letters for portrait painting. They were all big clients as the teacher once said. It's a pity that most of them were delayed because of the need to take care of Mr. Adrian's work. I can only complete the entrustment once every half a month during the rest time."

"In an anatomy meeting, I met a novel thing. It seems that Mr. Adrian made something called camera, which can draw extremely real pictures. It's really amazing! Because of this, I think those record painters may face the threat of unemployment. They can't draw that kind of real picture, and I can't draw it either. The teacher will be very surprised to see it. Those pictures are just like the phantom of count of Monte Cristo

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Niya came to Harvey's house humming a ballad, and the cold faced housekeeper opened the door for her. However, when she came to the studio, she was stunned. The room that should have been the studio became strange. All the painting desks were empty, and there were no painting tools. The room was carefully arranged, and she could not see the appearance of the original messy studio.

Just as she hesitated, Harvey came down from the upstairs and tidied up his suit. He saw Niya in a daze in front of the studio door and said, "Niya, what are you doing? Come with me

"Mr. Adrian! The studio is gone! Aren't there still some paintings that haven't been revised? " Niya was in a hurry to feel Harvey's face depressed and asked.

"That's why I asked you to follow me." Harvey glances at her, opens the door and goes out. He takes Niya to a house next door, which is similar to Harvey's residence in size and has been transformed into an office space long ago. Harvey opens the door with a key and leads Niya to a more spacious drawing room.

Shirley is painting in this studio. Her hair is curled and her quiet temperament is particularly suitable for this spacious studio.

"Teacher ~" Niya exclaimed, looking around, her eyes were full of doubts: "what is this

The layout and props of the studio were all moved from the studio in Harvey's residence, which is very complete, including oil painting, watercolor, mural and other painting tools, and even some art stone carvings.

"Niya, catch it."

Harvey threw the key to the house to her and explained with a smile: "I've bought this house. After that, this is your studio. There are still some useless empty houses upstairs. You can move here."

"But... Isn't it already done?" Niya still feels the same surprise in her dream. Originally, she thought that nothing would happen to her after she finished painting "ice and snow".

"There's as much ice and snow as you want, and now dickney's comic studio also needs a painter. Shirley can't do it by herself."

In front of the desk, Shirley stopped writing. Her pretty face flushed. She was embarrassed and said, "now I'm drawing illustrations of my master's new novel. If I can, I'd like to ask Niya for help."

"Great, you can draw with Sherry again ~" Niya warmly hugs sherry from behind and rubs her.

Niya took her skirt and walked around the studio, feeling the comfort of the spacious space. She smelled the paint which didn't smell very good, but she was very happy. It was heaven for her. She stopped in front of Harvey, put one hand on the skirt, put one hand on her chest and bowed: "Niya Angelo is very happy to serve you, dear Mr. Adrian."

Niya is an aristocrat with good etiquette education. If Harvey didn't know her noisy character, she would be cheated by her elegant posture.

Before Harvey could respond, she straightened up and exclaimed to herself, "yes! I haven't finished watching here. How many rooms will there be in this house! I'm going to choose one that can see the street outside. "

Niya's face was full of excitement, and she ran out with her green skirt in her hands. She only heard the sound of Deng Deng Deng.