After dinner, Qiao Xi packed up the tableware and finished her painting.

He draws very efficiently and with a high degree of concentration, so as long as he has inspiration, he will draw without interruption.

Today's painting is a ward, and the colors are relatively simple, so it is faster to paint.

After finishing the finishing work, Qiao Xi looked at his painting with satisfaction.

Although the composition elements of this painting are very simple, it is the painting he has been most satisfied with in the past two months.

The overall tone is gray and white, but it adds gorgeousness in the details.

There is green vitality in the pale ward, which represents the sick bed, and it is a colorful fruit platter.

The light spots coming in from behind the flying curtains, and the full-length mirror reflected the man bending over to wash the dishes in the bathroom.

Fluffy slippers with rabbit ears, exquisite mobile phone case, royal blue hot water bottle...

In the seemingly gloomy life, there are small surprises everywhere, life's desire for improvement, and silent tenderness.

"Wow, senior, your painting is so beautiful!" Yu Ming exclaimed, and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

Qiao Xi quickly stopped his hand: "You can't touch it yet, the paint is not dry yet."

"Oh, sorry," Yu Ming scratched his head embarrassingly, but his eyes were still fixed on the painting, "Senior, can you sell this painting to me?"

Qiao Xi was slightly stunned, then shook his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, this painting has special meaning to me, and I won't sell it."

Hearing this, Yu Ming was very disappointed, but he cheered up: "Senior, can your other paintings be sold? I like your paintings very much!"

When someone bought a painting for the first time, Qiao Xi felt a little overwhelmed: "It's okay, but I don't know the price, or..."

He was interrupted by Ke Tang, who heard Qianqian and danced before he finished speaking: "I know, I often go to art exhibitions with my mother, and I will give you an estimate."

Yu Ming wanted to say that he would buy it for any price, but he was a little upset after hearing Ke Tang's painting: "Your estimate will definitely cheat me!"

He could see that this person was in the middle of something bad.

Ke Tang didn't like to hear these words, so he said hey: "Although I love money, a gentleman loves money and get it in a proper way. You can go to an expert or an association to appraise the price I estimated."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Qiao Xi was speechless.

He is just a nobody, so he doesn't have to go to experts or associations for appraisal.

"How could it be, senior, your drawing is super good!" After hearing his thoughts, Yu Ming immediately retorted.

Ke Tang also rarely echoed: "That's right, Xi Xizi, you are the gold medalist of INAD, don't belittle yourself!"

The two jointly praised Qiao Xi and blushed smoothly.

He cleared his throat, and said to Yu Ming: "I don't have many paintings here. See if you like any of them. If not, you can go to my school's studio, where there are more manuscripts."

Yu Ming's eyes lit up: "Are there many studios?"

Qiao Xi nodded shyly. After all, his works of nearly a semester are stored there: "It's probably four or five times as many as here."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

"Four or five times???"

You know, there are already a dozen large and small copies in Tangtang, and they are just oil paintings, not counting the number of sketches.

Qiao Xi scratched his head: "I usually like to draw, and I don't like to do other things, so I just..."

He didn't finish, but Yu Ming and Ke Tang already understood.

Ke Tang exclaimed: "The quantity of your paintings is more than the homework I have done."

Yu Ming glanced at him, and it was rare that he didn't refute.

"Then can I go to see your studio, senior?" Yu Ming looked forward to it.

"I want to go too!" Ke Tang also immediately asked for a job.

Qiao Xi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, let's all go."

It's just that Qiao Xi didn't expect that the original threesome would eventually become a fivesome.

After hearing the news, Shen Xiucheng and Yang Yunqing also applied to join the team. Qiao Xi was a little helpless, but he didn't care.

When seeing Shen Xiucheng, Qiao Xi was even a little surprised.

Qiao Xi: "Uncle Shen, don't you have to go to work today?"

Shen Xiucheng lowered his eyes, glanced at his bright smiling face, and raised the corners of his lips: "Well, the work is almost finished."

Yang Yan, who was finishing the project of the Shen Group, sneezed violently.

The assistant next to him hurriedly took out two tissues and handed them over, concerned: "Special Assistant Yang, do you have a cold? Do you want to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner?"

Yang Yan waved his hand, motioning everyone to continue and leave him alone.

When people lost their attention to him, they took out their mobile phones and started typing crazily at their boss.

[Yang Yan: Boss, you skipped work again, can you be a little bit self-conscious of a listed boss!!!]

As a boss, he still has the freedom to skip shifts, but Shen Xiucheng has been too diligent and conscientious in recent years, and cares about everything.

The sudden skipping of shifts really made the employees of the president's office very uncomfortable, and even a little flustered.

Fortunately, Yang Yan and the four vice presidents were still on the scene, so that the group would not be disrupted.

Yang Yan soon received a reply from the boss.

[Shen: You are already mature employees of Shen's, and you must learn to work independently.]

Yang Yan wanted to say something, but the message from the other side came again.

[Shen: You should learn to think independently, instead of letting me supervise the whole process.]

Yang Yan has worked beside Shen Xiucheng for many years. Shen Xiucheng has a typical soft policy in terms of imperial servants, and he has a good relationship with the secretary of the president's office.

So these words are an obvious wake-up call to Yang Yan, not only him, but also the entire president's office.

After a long silence, Yang Yan took a screenshot of the conversation and threw it in the group of the president's office.

In addition to him, there are four secretaries in the group, who are in charge of the documents and affairs submitted by various departments.

The secretaries who were still complaining about the president's skipping work fell silent for a moment.

The messages in the group no longer swiped the screen, everyone put down their phones and started organizing files.

University A is a century-old prestigious school, unless it is a special period, it does not allow people from other schools to enter and leave the school at will, especially during the summer vacation.

Originally, Qiao Xi wanted to ask Yang Yunqing for help, borrowing some student ID cards or school cards.

But with Shen Xiucheng here, this trouble is completely saved.

After all, there is no one in University A who doesn't know this honorary alumnus. If you don't know, you can also see this photo when you pass the honor plate at the gate.

In addition to graduation photos, there are also photos of winning awards from various competitions during the school period, as well as a group photo of the president of the National Student Union Honorary Student Union presenting awards, as well as representatives of donating companies, and a group photo of several old principals during the anniversary celebration.

His honorary photos alone took up a whole wall.

It is not too much to say that he is a famous figure in A University. Even after graduation, the legend is still circulating in this century-old university.

When the security guard saw Shen Xiucheng, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the wall of honor behind him.

I am used to looking at photos, and suddenly seeing live honorary alumni, couldn't hide the surprise on face.

He bent down and bowed, quickly opened the door to let a group of people in, and then asked Shen Xiucheng: "Student Shen, no, Mr. Shen, do you need me to contact the principal?"

Shen Xiucheng waved his hands and smiled gently: "Don't disturb the principal, I'm just taking the children back to school to get some things."

"Hey, okay," the security guard straightened up cheerfully, "Which building are you going to, I will open the door for you."

During the summer vacation, many teaching buildings of University A will be locked, and only the library, study room and dormitory are still open, so that it is convenient for students who do not go home during the summer vacation.

The last time Shen Xiucheng went to Qiao Xi's studio, he directly reported the name of the building where the studio was located.

The security guard responded, took out a bunch of keys from the key cabinet, and led a few people to the school.

During the summer vacation, the Caixin Building was empty, only the footsteps of a few people echoed.

Qiaoxi's studio is on the fourth floor. On the fourth floor, Qiao Xi opened the door of the studio with his fingerprints.

Caixin Building is a place for students to do projects and save their works. For safety reasons, the school replaced the door with a fingerprint lock not long ago.

"Beep"

After two soft beeps, the door swung open.

"It's been a long time since I cleaned it, maybe it's a little dusty," Qiao Xi pushed open the door and said to the people around him, "Welcome to my studio."

The door slowly opened, as if it had opened the door to a new world.

Hundreds of paintings are hung from the ceiling like noren curtains, on the walls and on the tables.

The content is varied, and the colors are warm and unrestrained.

Out of the pursuit of color, the hangings of the paintings have their own main color series, forming a strong color collision between the arrangements.

It's like entering a kaleidoscope world, gorgeous and colorful.

The few people who followed Qiao Xi showed shock, even Shen Xiucheng, who had been here before, would be amazed when he saw it again.

"Oh my god, senior, your studio is too..." Yu Ming wanted to say it was too beautiful, but felt that these two words were too superficial.

"Damn!" Ke Tang held back for a long time, and finally managed to choke out two words, trying to describe it, but after thinking for a long time, he finally could only say: "However, I am not educated, so I can walk the world with one word."

Although Yang Yunqing came to the studio for the first time, but when chatting with Qiao Xi, he saw some photos of the studio, and he was considered the calmest person besides Shen Xiucheng.

"Senior," Yu Ming admired, "You are really amazing!"

Qiao Xi made the group of people blush with praise, waved his hands repeatedly and said: "You are going to exaggerate, art students are similar to me."

Ke Tang shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, you are too modest. My mother is a crazy collector of paintings. I have seen many studios, but none like yours."

It is not the number of Qiao Xi's paintings, or that the works are far superior to those of the long-established masters, but the arrangement and arrangement of colors in the paintings.

It makes people feel deeply visually shocked when they walk into the studio, it's amazing!

"Can I take a picture?" Ke Tang took out his phone and asked Qiao Xi, "Show my mom."

Qiao Xi nodded quickly, signaling him to do whatever he wanted: "Is there anything you can't shoot here, you can shoot whatever you want."

Ke Tang said while taking pictures: "To be honest, my mother saw your studio, and you would buy it without blinking an eye."

Qiao Xi was amused by him: "You are too exaggerated."

"Don't believe me, just wait for me to send the photo." Ke Tang clicked on the photo to send.

These words seemed to inspire Yu Ming, he asked Qiao Xi: "Senior, how much would it cost to buy your studio?"

Qiao Xi didn't expect someone to actually ask, and was stunned: "This studio belongs to the school, so it can't be sold."

Everyone stopped, and Yu Ming explained: "No, what I mean is, buy all the paintings, I'll find a house as a studio, and you can arrange it like this."

Shen Xiucheng on the side squinted his eyes.

Qiao Xi was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect the other party to offer such a generous offer, but she still shook her head and refused: "I'm sorry, I won't sell it. I also like these works very much, so I won't sell them all."

Although he wants to make money, these works are like created small worlds to him.

It is acceptable to sell a few copies, but not more.

And he is more inclined to receive manuscripts and paint according to other people's requirements, rather than selling his own inspired works.

Being rejected, Yu Ming sighed regretfully, and Ke Tang, who was communicating passionately with his mother, also froze.

Looking at Ms. Ke who strongly urged him to buy it, Ke Tang fell silent.

In the end, he silently deleted the words in the dialog box, and then replied to Ms. Ke.

[Candy Knocking Boy: They say they won't sell it.]

[Ms. Ke: (crying) (crying) Why can a mouth of 37 degrees speak such cold and biting words.]

[Ms. Ke: No wonder the ancients said that the sword of eating and drinking is so painful in my heart!!!]

[Candy boy: ...Mom, the idiom is very good, don't use it next time, ah~]

After a lot of back and forth, Yu Ming finally bought two, and Ke Tang bought two.

Seeing Qiao Xi cheerfully accepting the money, Shen Xiucheng raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Yang Yunqing, who was standing beside him, was dazed by the smile, and it took a long while to regain his sanity.

"Senior Shen, why don't you buy it?" Yang Yunqing asked Shen Xiucheng in a low voice.

Although don't know the relationship between Shen Xiucheng and Qiaoxi, it can be seen that Shen Xiucheng cares about Qiao Xi very much, otherwise he wouldn't have come here on weekdays.

Logically speaking, since Shen Xiucheng is so rich, it should be no problem to buy a few paintings by Qiao Xi.

Shen Xiucheng looked at Qiao Xi who was surrounded in the middle, and said softly: "What I give him will only be money, but what others give him will become confidence, pride and honor."

These are more important to Qiao Xi, or in other words, they are more important than money.

Yang Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then his eyes stared wildly.

God!!!Such a man is simply too handsome!!

Yang Yunqing thumped his chest and stamped his feet in regret, why there is no video, no matter how bad the recording is, it is fine!

After finishing the dirty money transaction, Qiao Xi wanted to clean the studio, so he let the others go first.

"Let's clean it for you, isn't it faster?" Yu Ming volunteered.

Ke Tang pursed his lips, and silently stood behind the crowd, doing things like labor, he could only accept sweeping the floor, no more.

Yang Yunqing also rolled up his sleeves and offered to help.

Qiao Xi quickly rejected the kindness of several people: "No, there are too many painting and paint tools in the studio, it is difficult for you to handle, I will do it myself."

Several people wanted to persuade him again, but seeing that Qiao Xi's attitude was so firm, they had no choice but to obey him.

Seeing the three leave, Qiao Xi suddenly realized why there was one less person, and when he turned around, he saw Shen Xiucheng standing behind him.

"Huh?" Qiao Xi was taken aback, "Uncle Shen, aren't you leaving?"

Shen Xiucheng: "I'll wait until you finish cleaning."

Qiao Xi thought he wanted to help, and refused again: "It's really unnecessary, I can just clean it myself."

"Who said I'm going to help you?" Shen Xiucheng looked at him with a smile, and sat on Qiao Xi Huahua's chair, "I'll watch you clean."

Qiao Xi: "..."

"It's very dusty..." Qiao Xi hesitated to speak.

Thinking of this cleanliness, it is estimated that if he can't hold on for three minutes, he will have to evacuate quickly.

After all, this classroom has not been cleaned for a month.

Shen Xiucheng calmly dragged the chair to the door: "It's okay, I'll wait for you at the door."

The subtext is, if you clean yours, I won't get dirty anyway.

After speaking, he sneezed twice in a row, and the tip of his nose turned red.

Qiao Xi: "..."

So what is this person obsessed with? A cleanliness fan just wants to stare at people cleaning and find fault for himself.

"Okay." Seeing that he was so determined, Qiao Xi stopped struggling, and first swept the dust off the painting with a dusting broom.

Before that, Qiao Xi was cleaned every day, and the dust was not too big, but it still moved half a meter away from someone who claimed that he would not be affected.

After dusting, Qiao Xi went to the utility room to find cleaning tools.

There is a utility room on each floor of this building. Students usually need to clean up and find tools by themselves, and just put them back after use.

Holding the tool, he walked towards the studio again, and saw a man sitting at the door of the studio from a distance, with a straight figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Even sitting in the corridor, it's hard to hide the extravagance. The long legs that have no place to rest are overlapping, and a wooden chair has been made into a dragon chair.

Qiao Xi walked over with a small bucket filled with clean water, and when he got to the front, he realized that the door was blocked by those long legs.

"Uncle Shen, give up your legs." Qiao Xi reminded in a low voice.

Shen Xiucheng didn't move as if he didn't hear, just looked at him with arms crossed and a smile.

Qiao Xi didn't know, so he pushed the man's leg with his knee and reminded again: "Uncle Shen?"

Shen Xiucheng raised his chin slightly, and said with a smile, "Find a way to get there by yourself."

Qiao Xi was slightly taken aback.

Look at Shen Xiucheng's long legs, and then look at his own legs.

It is definitely impossible to get through, is it possible to step over?

Thinking of that movement, Qiao Xi only felt a rush of heat rushing to the tips of his ears.

Stepping over a person's leg, whether it is facing him or his back is very strange, and he is still carrying a bucket, what if he doesn't maintain his balance and sits down?

Shen Xiucheng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why, can't you make it through?"

No matter how I thought about it, I still felt that the posture was too shameful, so Qiao Xi begged in a low voice, "Uncle Shen, let me go!"

The voice was soft and soft, like being coquettish, Shen Xiucheng's heart tingled and he almost fell in.

Let me ask who can bear the sweetheart's acting like a baby, anyway, he can't bear it.

He even wanted to pull him into his arms, kiss his lips, and snatch his breath, no matter what the occasion or the atmosphere, let's take him down first.

"Find out your own way," Shen Xiucheng secretly bit the cool candy in his mouth, "I'll give you some candy when it's over."

Qiao Xi blushed immediately, she was teasing a child.

Looking at Zhi Leng's long legs, Qiao Xi gritted his teeth and raised his legs to step over.

Shen Xiucheng's legs were a little sore, and he wanted to switch legs, but when the movements of the two collided, Qiao Xi lost his balance in an instant, and almost fell on his lap.

In the end, he held the door with his hands to stabilize his body.

Qiao Xi's face became even redder, and she walked in with the small bucket.

Shen Xiucheng smiled: "Don't be in a hurry, haven't got the candy yet."

"No more, eating sugar can cause tooth decay!" Qiao Xi turned his back to him, holding a rag in his hand, biting his lip, his whole face flushed uncomfortably.

He almost sat down just now, although he reached the door frame, Shen Xiucheng's knee still rubbed against the inside of his thigh.

Almost instantly, there was an electric current rushing up from that position, making one's scalp tingle.

It was a strange feeling, and even made his legs weak...

The author has something to say:

I wish everyone a happy Qixi Festival!

Babies leave a comment and send red envelope ducks!!

(Although I'm single, it doesn't prevent me from enjoying festivals)

Moreover, Qixi Festival, also known as Girl's Day, besides love, also has the meaning of begging for cleverness and blessing.

I don’t know what to wish, hey, it’s vulgar to say too much, let’s give some casual wishes.

"I wish you all riches for the rest of your life, eat meat without gaining weight, and look better and better!"