Chapter 562: 562 Are you saying this is not guilty

Chapter 562 562 Are you guilty of saying this

Resolved the big worry, Jiang Mu spent the next time in the studio.

Yes, the courtyard house is her site, the home she began to prepare a few years ago. There are everything she needs here, such as the underground collection room, her Zhuyu workshop, and the studio.

In fact, she also really wants to know what her current level of painting is. She has liked to paint since she was a child. Although she was busy learning various skills to please the so-called family members in her previous life, she hoped to get some shallow relatives from them and did not have time to paint. Painting, but once there is an exhibition, she will go to see it no matter where it is.

She has been involved in various styles, various genres, and even various techniques. When she has time, she will go to the painting salon. In this life, although she restarts to learn to paint, the teacher’s help is Yes, but not big, she spends more time painting by herself.

When I was in Hong Kong, I met Ms. Shirley, a famous young painter in Europe, and she formed her apprentice by chance. However, she didn’t have a long time in Hong Kong and received limited guidance, but for her, it was also gain much.

However, even Shirley did not see any complete paintings of her with his own eyes, let alone comment on it.

This competition is also a very good opportunity for her to see with her own eyes, what level she is currently painting after so long.

For the next half month, Jiang Mu was in the studio every day, eating and sleeping in the studio, except for going to the bathroom, she never left.

Wen Liyan looked anxious, and now Zhao Yue and the two elders of the Sun family have left. After all, Sun Quan is a student of Beijing University. He still has very heavy schoolwork, and it is impossible to stay in the courtyard all day.

Only Wen Liyan was the idler. Since he discovered that Jiang Mu hadn't returned to school at all, he had been in the courtyard all day long, and he hadn't even gone to the hospital and lived here directly.

He is responsible for all three meals a day.

There is no way, Zhao Yue is not there, and the second elder of the Sun family is not there. There is not even a nanny in the courtyard, so he can only do the cooking.

Fortunately, his craftsmanship was developed when he was a child. Although it is not a top-notch delicacy, it is at the level of ordinary home cooking.

On the first day, Wen Liyan even asked her to eat, but what he got was a slipper under Jiang Mu's feet. If it weren't for Wen Liyan's quick response, he would definitely hit his nose.

The next day, Wen Liyan had experience. After knocking on the door, he put the prepared meal outside the door. If Jiang Mu felt hungry, he opened the door and ate it.

In the following days, I lived a very peaceful life, and Wen Liyan really liked this kind of life.

There are only two of them, and no one else is bothering him. He can accompany her every day. Although he can't say a few words a day, Jiang Mu has forgotten sleep and food. He is still very satisfied with all his attention on the paintings.

Just half a month later.

One morning, Wen Liyan cooked millet porridge, made an omelette, dressed up potato shreds, and a cup of hot milk. The Chinese and Western styles were mixed, all Jiang Mu liked.

However, when he arrived in the studio, he found that the door of the studio was open and there was no one in the studio.

Wen Liyan felt anxious and rushed in, "Jiang Mu! Mu Mu!"

But there was no one in the studio.

The morning sun shot in from the windows, the window screens were floating, and the rustle of paper slipped through, but Jiang Mu was nowhere to be seen.

Wen Liyan panicked, he could see the edge in the studio at a glance, there was no possibility of Tibetans at all.

"Jiang Mu! Jiang Mu!"

Wen Liyan's forehead was already full of sweat beads, and his back was soaked with sweat. The whole person was enveloped in panic. He put down the dinner plate and turned around to look out.

Unexpectedly, he ran into Jiang Mu who had just returned to the house.

"It's a soul!"

"Where have you been?" Wen Liyan asked.

"Where did I go? This morning, I was naturally in my room." Jiang Mu also looked dazed.

"Didn't you always sleep in the studio before, I thought..." The person who should have been in the studio disappeared, so he was naturally anxious.

"No, how did you know that I was sleeping in the studio?" Jiang Mu was even more puzzled.

Wen Liyan's face became stiff, and he didn't know what to say.

Dare to love for so many days, he has been taking care of her diet and daily life, but this person seems to have no memory.

"The light in your room has not been turned on during this period, but the light in the studio has not been turned off." Wen Liyan explained.

Jiang Mu knew that if he was really serious about painting, he would not be disturbed by outsiders, and would not be in the unexpected world. Listen to what he said, he was taking care of her during this time.

Jiang Mu took the test again and again, and said, "Your cooking skills have improved a lot."

The horror and anxiety in his heart fell, Wen Liyan smiled, "It's as if you know that I'm taking care of you these days."

Jiang Mu seemed to be unable to hear him, "Look at my hard work these days."

Wen Liyan only noticed that there was an already completed work on the easel in the middle of the studio.

In the eye, there are various reds, which are the colors of flames.

The layers are distinct, dense and dense, and it burns vigorously in the dense woods.

Among them, there is a vague figure.

Twisted and struggling in the fire, as if there was life, but with the breath of death.

Wen Liyan didn’t know much about oil painting, he frowned tightly. He always felt that there was an atmosphere in this painting that he didn’t like very much.

He could feel a breath of death, and he was on the verge of desperate struggle.

"How is it? Give me a comment." Jiang Mu, who finished the work, was in a good mood. He pushed Wen Liyan with his arm, as if he had forgotten that he was angry with this person.

"Very... infectious." This is the only answer Wen Liyan can give.

Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows and was barely satisfied with the answer, “Anyone who doesn’t know how to paint can give such an evaluation. It seems that this work is really good, and it should be able to get a good result.”

Wen Liyan once again kept his eyes on the painting, frowning between his eyebrows, "Eat breakfast first. After boiled for so many days, now it's finished, you must eat more."

Jiang Mu sniffed his nose, looked at the golden millet porridge, and pursed his lips, "It tastes very good by looking at it."

"Didn’t you say that my cooking skills are good? How do you listen to you, it’s like I’ve never eaten it before."

Jiang Mu has a guilty conscience, "I have eaten other things, I have never eaten millet porridge, can't I?"

Wen Liyan smiled, "I have made the same breakfast three times."

Jiang Mu glared at him, and gasped for breath, "Anymore, don't eat it!"

Wen Liyan immediately coaxed people, "Would you like to take another cucumber?"

"I want sweet and sour taste." Jiang Mu said.

"no problem."

Although there are only two people for breakfast, but the food is not enough, Jiang Mu is really hungry.

In the past few days, her attention has been focused on drawing, and she has no other requirements for eating and eating.

But now, the matter is finally over, and her demand for three meals naturally came up.

Most of the dishes on the table went into Jiang Mu's bowl.

Wen Liyan hardly moved his chopsticks, his sight stayed on Jiang Mu's body.

For a moment, he seemed to feel that he had no illness, and before they left the Shanghai stock market, they were eating like this, warm, lively, and relaxed.

After a breakfast, Wen Liyan finally spoke.

"Are we reconciled now?"

Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows, "If you don't tell me, I forgot, I haven't forgiven you yet!"

Wen Liyan: "..."

Is he shooting himself in the foot?

"However, I thought you took care of me for half a month and didn't let me starve to death in the studio. I will forgive you first." Jiang Mu added.

Wen Liyan's eyes lit up again, "What time is there in total?"

This Jiang Mu hasn’t really thought about it, she just said casually just now.

"Ten o'clock...Let's go!"

Wait, what's the matter with this uncertain tone?

Jiang Mu didn't care about someone who was entangled, she was so tired, she wanted to make up for it.

Wen Liyan stayed to clean up the mess.

Wen Liyan, who cleaned up the mess, was almost humming a little song happily while cleaning the bowl.

If you let Shiyu see this, you will definitely be shocked. It turns out that Wen Liyan also laughed so warmly and brightly! The chance of this sun coming out from the south is the same.

These days, the relationship between him and Jiang Mu finally eased.

What could be happier than this?

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Jiang Mu, who has not slept well for more than half a month, even missed lunch when he slept for twelve hours.

Wake up until night.

Wen Liyan did not eat either. He has been waiting for Jiang Mu. He cherishes the time he never had a meal with Jiang Mu.

"Is it okay if you are at home like this?" I don't know if it should be called dinner or supper, Wen Liyan and Jiang Mu naturally chatted.

"Ask for leave, don't worry."

Jiang Mu asked for a leave of absence from the class teacher on the pretext of being at home preparing for the competition. The class teacher was very happy. He was originally a person who likes to paint. For Jiang Mu who wanted to participate in the competition, he subconsciously developed a good impression of him. It's a pleasure.

Jiang Mu was very relieved. He was very happy to eat. There was Xiaolongbao in the evening. She felt that he hadn't eaten Xiaolongbao for a long time.

She doesn’t know yet, she’s not at school this time, causing an uproar in the school!

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