The oil painting studio is more than 100 square meters of space, with colorful paint on the walls, and the still life table is filled with various Western sculptures.

More than a dozen easels surrounded one place, and the male model was posing in sexy poses, outlining a toned figure and showing a healthy wheat-colored skin.

Jian Qing stared at the male model's body expressionlessly, accustomed to it, as if she was looking at the meat on the chopping board in the vegetable market.

The pen in your hand outlines the lines quickly and decisively.

Lin Yi, who was sitting next to her, began to lose his attention, after all, they had been drawing for four hours.

When Yu Guangdu saw the instructor leave, Lin Yi turned the pen in his hand and poked Jian Qing, "Are you going to the cafeteria? There will be more people when it is late."

The dental department of Union Hospital is well-known. Within a few days, her teeth were almost healed, and she tasted so good that she was so sad.

Jian Qing glanced at the time, nodded, "Walk."

There are not many people in the cafeteria.

However, a team of high school students wearing school uniforms visited the canteen of Nanyang University under the guidance of their teachers, with curiosity and envy on their faces.

Jian Qing had a table and chair for four people after cooking, and Lin Yi was still queuing up to buy fried noodles.

She sat in her seat, casually lowering her head to play with her phone.

The snow-white swan neck bent into a beautiful curve, and a strand of hair fell on the cheeks. She gently raised her hand and hugged it behind her ears, revealing her small white face as white as porcelain.

The warm sun fell gently on her body, like a lazy cat, attracting the attention of people around her frequently.

"Sister, can you borrow your campus card to buy food?"

A sunny and handsome boy stood beside her, with the school uniform printed on his chest with the school badge of the Affiliated High School of South Normal University.

He pointed at four or five students in the distance, surrounding a slightly weak girl, "My classmate didn't eat in the morning and had hypoglycemia. I bought breakfast and then transferred the money to you on WeChat, okay?"

Jian Qing smiled and took out the campus card and was about to hand it to him.

A hand covered in paint took the lead and took the campus card. "Little brother, you can buy meal tickets on the first floor convenience store, and you can do it on WeChat and Alipay."

Lin Yi supported his elbows on the back of the chair, his long arms were placed on Jian Qing's shoulders, and he stood lazily.

Wearing a loose leather jacket, her short hair dyed green, she has two or three interlaced silver earrings on her ear bones.

He has a beautiful and heroic look, and is about 1.78 meters tall, which is not much different from a boy, so he raised his eyebrows at him in a terrible way.

The high school boy was shocked by her aura and smiled awkwardly, "Okay, I'll go buy a meal ticket."

Lin Yi looked at his disappearing back with satisfaction and sat down opposite Jian Qing.

"You are very unfriendly like this." Jian Qing said with her chin on her hands.

After swallowing a big mouthful of fried rice noodles, Lin Yi rolled his eyes, "Don't you see that little boy wants to flirt with you? You don't understand these dog men, brother protects you."

"By the way, I forgot to ask before, how is your tutor?" She seemed to remember something and put down her chopsticks and asked.

Jian Qing said lightly, "It's OK."

"That's good." Lin Yi's index finger casually turned his cell phone on the table, "Your father is really amazing, and his daughter refuses to pay a penny to go to college."

Jian Qing said lightly, and said indifferently: "I am already an adult, and he really has no obligation to support me."

"It's just that you have a good mentality. Your tuition fee is not settled for next year, right?" Lin Yi held down his cell phone in circles and grabbed his hair.

The tuition fees of the Academy of Fine Arts are notoriously expensive. Although Jian Qing’s oil painting department is not like photography and jewelry, the monthly painting materials consumption is also a considerable expense.

Jian Qing used a spoon to crush the egg custard in the dish, but instead comforted her, "If the tutor kept doing it, he would find work again, and he would feel that there would be no problem."

Lin Yi frowned, "Don't you do your homework?" After thinking about it, he let go, "Yes, I'm not going to see Lao Zhou call back every time you handed out the homework. I'm so angry."

Talent is really sour.

She often struggled to do homework that Barra spent a week, and was not as good as the painting that Jian Qing drove out all night.

"I have a wall painting job here. The wall is 2 by 25 meters, and the price is 10,000 yuan. It is required to be completed in a week. I can't finish it alone. Are you with me?" Lin Yi asked.

Jian Qing heard that she had work to do, so she was not polite, "Okay, but I can only finish the tutoring."

"It's okay, I'll be fine in the afternoon and I can go back to the studio to continue my liver homework." Lin Yi turned on his phone and looked at it. "The address is at Union Hospital, not far from your tutoring place."

For the next week, Jian Qing went straight to Union Hospital after finishing her tutoring every day. She often painted until nine or ten o'clock in the evening, and went back to school while she was closed.

The pediatric inpatient department of Union Hospital is quiet and orderly, with the smell of disinfectant water floating in the air.

Lu Huaiyu was called back by the nurse on duty to go out of the emergency room.

The child who was hit by a car before and was injured in the face just came out of the intensive care unit today and was in a bad condition.

After the emergency treatment was over, the patient was confirmed to be in serious condition and comforted the family members, it was already 10:30 p.m.

Worried that there would be an accident, Lu Huaiyu did not leave directly, but briefly explained to the nurse on duty at the nurse station and took the elevator to the rooftop on the sixth floor for breathability.

There were two nurses on the rooftop half lying beside the fence, poking out half of their bodies, and chatting in a low voice.

"Don't say that the wall paintings that the Propaganda Department asked someone to paint for the pediatrics building were pretty good. Look at the little rabbit sleeping on the sofa. It's so healing that I want to sleep too."

"Isn't it good-looking? Chief Lin specially asked students from Nanda Academy of Fine Arts to draw it."

"No wonder I painted well. A classmate of mine failed the exam for four years and is still preparing for the exam. He said that the Department of Oil Painting at the Nanyang University Academy of Fine Arts is the white moonlight in his mind."

"It's that little girl? Is it really hard to paint so late."

Lu Huaiyu leaned against a corner of the railing and looked at their eyes casually.

Dim lights hit the white courtyard wall.

Jian Qing held the palette in his left hand and held the brush in his right hand. He stood on tiptoe, stretching his hand high, outlining the outline of the little fox with strokes and strokes.

She raised her head, her face hidden in the dark light, and she could only see the clear and soft jawline.

A strand of hair fell to its forehead, blocking its sight, unable to escape from its left and right hands, so it could only shake its head and shake the hair away.

The eyebrows and eyes were extremely serious, like the star shining brightly in the dark night.

Jian Qing originally planned to finish the painting of the wall all night on Friday.

I was so sleepy when I was painting until four or five in the morning, so I sat on the ground and leaned against the wall for a while.

Unexpectedly, she narrowed down to Lin Yi coming to take over the shift in the morning.

"Sister, have you just slept here all night?"

"Wake up—"

Feeling someone pushing her shoulder, Jian Qing opened her sleepy eyes and it was already bright.

"You are really a beggar who doesn't pick up the bed, you can sleep anywhere." Lin Yi sat down next to her, complaining with a fried dough stick in his mouth, and glanced at her, "I'm pretty smart. I know that I don't freeze myself."

Jian Qing rubbed her stiff cheeks and was still confused. She lowered her head and found that she was covered with a gray cashmere blanket.

Soft and comfortable, wrapped in warmth, "It seems not mine."

"Whose is that?" Lin Yi looked around, and there were doctors, nurses and patients' families passing by.

Look at Jian Qing’s face covered with paint, and her black sweatshirt was dirty, and she was silent for a moment, "I guess who really treats you as a beggar. Good people have a safe life, Amitabha."

Jian Qing stared at the blanket for a while, got up and patted off the dust on the blanket, folded it and handed it to Lin Yi, "You can collect it first. If someone comes to ask for it, you can return it to me for me. Remember to say thank you for me."

She carried a painting bag and pulled away half of Lin Yi's fried dough sticks, "Then I'll leave first, there will be no room at the entrance of the amusement park later."

Lin Yi opened the toolbox, tweaked his index finger twice, picked out the brush and paint, rolled his eyes, "Go, I'm so tired."

The playground was crowded on Saturday, and all parents took their children out to play.

Jian Qing carried the drawing board to the entrance of the playground and made money by painting cartoons for children and parents.

The uncle who sold marshmallows at the door greeted her, "Here I'm here, I've left a place for you." He was quite familiar with it.

The children like her paintings very much. Even if they don’t, they have to come beside her to read.

The vendors around were also brought to life.

The children's laughter came from the amusement park. From time to time, willful children cried and got angry with their parents, and different parents deal with it in different ways.

Jian Qing likes this atmosphere very much, it is healing and warm.

As the evening approaches, the breeze blows and the crowds are gradually bustling.

The originally noisy amusement park became quiet, and the uncle who sold marshmallows also closed the stall and said goodbye to her.

Jian Qing finally had free time, sat on a small stool, turned on her phone to calculate her income for the day.

Suddenly a little hand reached out and pulled the corner of her clothes, "Sister--"

She raised her head and the little girl's pink and jade-like face came into her eyes.

"Mianmian, do you know this sister?" A clear voice came from above the head.

Lu Mianmian nodded, pointed to the cartoon picture that Jian Qing was sandwiched on the drawing board, and raised his head and said, "Mom, Mianmian wants to draw."

Jian Qing followed her gaze and noticed the woman holding Mianmian.

She is tall and graceful, wearing a long red dress, with a hollow back, a thin suspender tied to the snow-white neck, her chestnut curly hair and waist are spread apart, and the butterfly bones are looming.

The sunglasses she wore covered half of her face, and she could only see her sexy red lips and clear-lined jawline.

The rich and noble flower in the world, Jian Qing thought of this word.
To be continued...