When Yu Mian drew in front of the textbook, she found that the memory of painting in her mind was very sparse. She also saw some scattered pictures. It turned out that Yu Mianmian had not participated in the professional training of art students in high school.

Shengming University, a well-known art institution in China, was not admitted by Yu Mianmian herself, but by her father who donated money to her.

Holding the paintbrush, he drew strokes on the snow-white paper. The painting skills and knowledge in the book were abandoned by Yuan, but in Yu Mian's eyes, they were no less than precious treasures.

She used to have no conditions to learn her favorite art, but now that all these things are in front of her, Yu Mian naturally knows how to choose. She is not the original Yu Mianmian, she has parents who treat her like jewels, has a superior and proud family background, and also has the capital to act willfully.

Yu Mian is different. She is an orphan who needs financial support to go to school. She understands the true meaning of life earlier than her peers.

Some people survive easily, while others have to work hard to survive.

Yu Mian is someone who has died once. This time, it was an accident that she saved her life. The life she picked up seems to make up for the first half of her life. What she regrets lost is all made up here. Every time Yu Mian thinks of this place , will give birth to gratitude countless times, and cherish what you have more.

Staring at the drawing board for too long, Yu Mian raised her head and looked out the window. In the back garden, a circle of roses was planted around the fence, and the emerald branches were dotted with colorful flowers. The sky that was still gloomy in the morning was gradually clearing, and the thin sunlight poured down like golden sand, and fell on the floor through the clear window glass.

After resting his eyes for a while, he looked down at the book again.

Yu Mian has taught herself a bit of Chinese painting, but before she spent most of her time part-time. Even if there are donations from well-meaning people, the donations are basically used as tuition fees. She still has to earn her own living expenses. Self-study is just to watch some video tutorials and the like with limited time.

However, drawing can be learned not only by looking, but also by practicing, and it is a lot of practice.

Anything takes effort to get results. Yumian lacks the basic knowledge of system majors, because she does not have the conditions to learn, but she has never slackened in practice.

Since her parents died in a car accident, she has never attended the Chinese painting cram school. Although she cannot attend classes, she will watch online videos at home, practice and trace over and over again.

I don't know how many sheets of paper she has at home, all of which are her drawings over the years.

Therefore, the professional painting knowledge in this book is no different to her. It makes up for her shortcomings, and she is reluctant to let go.

Until a voice came from my ear: "Why don't you draw?"

The sudden voice sounded in his ears, Yu Mian was not mentally prepared, and the book in his frightened hand slipped to the ground.

She hurriedly turned her head to look, and saw a person standing behind her at some point. When she turned her head over, the person was leaning over to pick up the textbook she had dropped on the ground.

"Sorry for scaring you."

With her slender fingers clean and flawless, she picked up the book and handed it to her. The man lowered his head, and his amber pupils were like clear lakes in the sunlight.

Yu Mian had a lingering fear in her heart. She was supposed to be alone in the room when a stranger suddenly appeared. Anyone would be scared to death, but she quickly realized that she had hired a tutor. He shook his head: "No, it doesn't matter..."

She reached out and took the book, and asked in a low voice, "Are you my tutor?"

"Yeah." The man nodded slightly, "I'm a businessman, you can call me teacher."

Shen Shang was tall and standing again, and Yu Mian had to look up to see his face. She was a little surprised. Before, Dad Yu wanted to ask her brother to find a student of the same age for her to teach her, but the person in front of her didn't look like a student.

He was wearing a white shirt and black slacks, his hair was a little long, almost shoulder-length, with thin eyebrows and a pair of light brown eyes that were very unique.

Yu Mian pursed her lips and asked the question in her heart: "Teacher, are you also a student of Shengming University?"

Shen Shang took his eyes away from the easel: "Didn't your brother tell you? I'm Sheng Ming's teacher and Yu Xing's friend."

Thinking of what his friend told him yesterday, Shenshang gave Yu Mian another look, and Yu Xing came to him temporarily last night to ask him to teach his sister homework. At that time, Shenshang thought he was joking.

After all, Yu Xing didn't have a good relationship with his sister, and he knew that as his friend. Shen Shang also has a certain understanding of Yu Mian's bad temper, which is almost out of the circle.

Shanshang didn't intend to accept it at first, but Yu Xing actually softened his breath and asked him. Shanshang was originally a person who didn't care about anything. Suddenly seeing such a big change in his friend, he couldn't help but feel a little curious. agreed.

Seeing it today, the ginseng noticed the difference. He had met Yu Mian, had met at a banquet far away, and had heard of her deeds.

In the past, she always had a sharp and hostile aura on her body, and she could feel the gloomy aura when she got close, but now that aura is gone, the whole person seems to have changed, soft and peaceful.

Her hair was tied in loose braids and hung down on her shoulders, probably for the convenience of painting. She no longer wore those weird hip-hop clothes, she only wore a loose light green pullover sweater. Her face was fair and small, fresh and moving. .

The most amazing thing is her eyes.

Shenshang discovered early on that Yu Mian had beautiful eyes, but she never seemed to realize it. She wore heavy makeup and heavy eyeshadow and eyeliner to cover most of her eyes. And what hurts its beauty the most is the cold, dark and fierce look in her eyes all the year round.

Now, those emotions are gone, like dew evaporating in the light golden sunlight, turning into a warm, soft, clear light.

Chen Shang looked at her, looked away under the gaze of those eyes, and looked at the drawing board in front of Yu Mian.