Second scene

Occasionally, some disharmony may also arise in this beautiful world

Under the dim yellow light, her delicate features appeared even more exquisite and ethereal. Her skin was very fair, while her hair and eyes were pure black. When she was silent or expressionless, she could seem somewhat aloof. However, once she widened her eyes and focused her serious yet gentle gaze on someone, a charming childlike innocence would shine through.

Every week, she returns to sort and categorize the drafts or unfinished pieces that he has carelessly discarded. This is currently the only art-related work she can do here

In the past two days, she has not returned to the small apartment she rents nearby, as she needs to catch the last bus to the suburbs. Therefore, she will complete the handover with the student worker who is coming to take over before 5 o'clock

As for the tasks of the nanny, she took them on automatically

After getting off the vehicle, a five-minute walk will lead you to the entrance of the Hillside Villa District

Every time An Yanran steps into the villa, she is filled with a sense of wonder at how beautiful the world is

"No need." She slowly articulated her refusal, only to find Gao Fei watching her with a knowing smile. That confident demeanor seemed to suggest that she had anticipated her response long ago

Xiao Da School has some matters to attend to, so I arrived late. In fact, it wasn't really that late, at most just over ten minutes. However, judging by the earlier state of the naked man, it is clear that someone is not in a good mood today. Adhering to the principle of safety first, An Yanran's tone naturally had to be as gentle as possible, "You must be hungry, right? I'll go cook right now, it won't take long!"

Once you have seen his work, you will understand

"Are you leaving?" When she came to her senses, Guan You had already walked up to her. An Yanran gestured to her appearance and tried to step aside, but Guan You half-raised his hand to stop her, asking in a tone that carried a hint of probing, "Shall I walk you home?"

At that time, although she was extremely unwilling to engage with the - picture - book, there was really nothing to argue about. He was right; her mindset was indeed not correct, very, very incorrect. She just felt a bit indignant, after all, such matters cannot be resolved with just one hand clapping. ... If her mindset was not correct, he was not in a much better position either ...

On a late autumn night, she did not starve to death, but she nearly froze to death

After waking from a coma, I found myself moved to a bed in a villa room, where he was sitting on the edge of the bed drawing

She sighed and walked towards the half-open door on the left, her expression remarkably calm. It is no wonder that many people had various unreliable speculations. ... When she first saw the crying naked man, she was also quite flustered for a long time ...

Behind the door is a rather excessively large studio. The interior is dimly lit, with thick floor-to-ceiling curtains leaving only a narrow gap.

Today I am quite busy, just doing a little. The man's tone was still not very pleasant, yet she seemed to have long since gotten used to it, smiling at him without a care and wishing him well

Gao Fei remembers that in the second grade, a certain girl from the same department specifically wrote a biography featuring Xia Xun Jian as the main character—within it, she collected numerous impressions and descriptions from many people, although the vast majority were merely rumors

Hearing it again after many years evokes an extremely complex feeling

When he gets busy, it is always like this; apart from painting, he sees nothing else.

An Yanran does not consider herself to be intelligent, but she is adept at learning lessons from pain.

Liu Hui, after all, knows many people, and at that moment understood the intentions of the young woman before him

She thought he was deliberately messing with her, but later realized that he often couldn't even take care of his own life, so how could he possibly take care of others

As she lay on the floor, closely examining the works discarded by the master, the sound of footsteps echoed at the studio door

Alright. An Yanran silently nodded in agreement, naturally refraining from expressing thoughts like "Others weren't originally crying; it's just that you are too harsh and have tormented them to tears"

Indeed, the prevailing rumor is that he has a very bad temper, which is the origin of his nickname "the Demon"

After their gazes met, the other party's expression became somewhat awkward, and they disappeared from the villa as if fleeing for their lives

After that incident, she never went against any of his wishes regarding his personal matters.

Speaking of which, she is Guan You's girlfriend. He has a good relationship with Guan You, so it wouldn't hurt to reveal a bit more.

Helpless, Xia Xun realized that this person's status in his heart was truly extraordinary. He knew that the other party disliked such matters the most, and since he himself did not know much about it, he merely smiled and subtly shifted the topic, not providing a direct answer

Four years at the art academy, in his eyes, equated to nothingness; everything had to start from scratch. ... Consider that even the great Da Vinci, when he took on an apprentice, at least allowed them to draw an egg, yet he did not even let her touch a brush, directly sending her to work in a gallery, claiming her mindset was not right and that she needed to hone her skills

The villas here each have distinct architectural styles, with prices increasing as one ascends. The highest villa is priced at an unimaginable sum for ordinary people. Of course, even the wealthy cannot purchase it. This is because, during the initial planning phase of this villa area, this unique villa was specifically designed by the Ling Company for a particular individual.

I said just throw it away directly The man frowned, his tone impatient

As long as it comes from your hands, it is the most important work to me! Since you no longer want it, how to handle it is my concern! She held the drawing in her hand, raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, as if what she held was an incredibly precious treasure

The originally somewhat brisk pace slowed down due to the discussion about the biography of certain individuals. This explosive biography by a female student in the oil painting department was something she had skimmed through a few segments of back then, and at the time, she only felt that being a renowned teacher was truly miserable, letting out a sigh and then forgetting about it.

He approached, standing above her and slightly lowering his head to look at her. His eyes, imbued with the hues of night, were particularly deep. "Find me another model," he paused, then added, "one who won't cry."

"What kind of works are these?" he scoffed.

"Master Xia is so outstanding; he must not be young anymore, right?" Gao Fei inquired, either intentionally or unintentionally.

It was a beauty that could make one pause in an instant, forget to breathe, and disregard everything else around. Deep-set eyes, three-dimensional contours, and a perfect jawline. Dazzling and despondent, these qualities played out in a remarkable manner on this man.

The weekend excursions to the suburbs have become a regular part of her schedule. Unless she is ill or there are special matters at the gallery, she generally arrives at the station on time.

This complexity is certainly not a nostalgic reflection on past academic life

The villa faces the lake, surrounded by lush greenery. It is three stories high, with an exterior designed in light gray brick. The interior is laid with natural wood, featuring minimal furnishings, a snow-white carpet, and large, clear floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The man had changed into a new set of clothes, his hair slightly damp, indicating that he had just taken a shower. The stubble that had previously adorned his chin was now neatly taken care of. His refreshed appearance accentuated his face, which was as perfect as that of a deity, yet made him seem even more unapproachable.

A long time ago, she had made several attempts to persuade him to hire a housekeeper. After numerous failures, she boldly tested his patience by directly hiring a housekeeper without prior consultation.

The door on the left side of the living room was opened by someone. A young man, bare-chested, hurriedly walked towards the front door while putting on his clothes. He had a handsome face, but unfortunately, his expression was somewhat tragic—he was crying

"No, these are all your hard-earned works; how can you say they can just be discarded!" An Yanran brushed aside her slanted bangs, her dark eyes wide open.

As a result, the nanny was scolded and driven away, and she was also expelled from the villa. At that time, she had just graduated not long ago, with no relatives, no job, no money, and no place to stay. She wore a thin shirt and sat on the steps outside the villa in her cotton slippers for the entire night.

By the time dinner was ready, it was already completely dark outside. It was not that she was slow; rather, she had spent too much time dealing with the unwashed dishes and cups in the kitchen

On the easel, the oil painting vividly depicted her appearance in a state of unconsciousness... At that time, she had already gone a day and a night without food or water, and was running a fever, nearly at the brink of collapse

An Yanran suddenly thought that this man's face might be the greatest mistake among the myriad of exciting opinions from the outside world

Some say that Master Xia does not show himself because he is very unattractive, specifically likening him to the Hunchback of Notre-Dame; others claim that he actually prefers men, and it is also possible that he is bisexual; there are those who say that he has undisclosed peculiar preferences, especially when it comes to painting; and even more assert that he has particular tastes in certain aspects, enjoying both masochism and role-playing.

It is as if a towering, unconquerable peak suddenly appears on the smooth path of life, evoking a sense of awe and admiration among others. At the same time, a primal desire from deep within stirs within her, igniting an instinctual challenge to draw closer and conquer.

Liu Hui was invited by several reporters for a photo shoot, while Gao Fei casually chatted with Guan You, her thoughts wandering far and wide. Guan You, who was already somewhat distracted, occasionally glanced towards the back. After chatting for a while, Gao Fei, feeling a bit bored, couldn't help but steer the conversation back.

Consider this: if one day such a person were to submit to you, what kind of realm would that be? It would not be an exaggeration to say it would be akin to overlooking all beings in the industry! Of course, this premise is contingent upon the other party's age and appearance being within her acceptable range

As Gao Fei spoke in a low voice with great enthusiasm, An Yanran had already collected the final payment and left the crowd from the outskirts

"Why is it so late?" The man speaking had his back to the door, busy organizing his painting tools in front of the easel. The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the narrow curtain, casting his profile into an extreme contrast of light and shadow as he turned his head.

The damp thin garment clung to her body, drawing away her warmth. She suddenly felt a chill and quickly left this dazzling and extravagant place

Xia Xunjian has always been an enigmatic figure in the world of oil painting, with his excessively low-key demeanor and exceptionally high reputation making him a subject of discussion among many young successors

He does not know that the more a topic is avoided, the more interested a certain woman becomes

The work at the gallery generally extends until after 9 PM every day, with the only exceptions being the two days of the weekend.

His black hair was slightly disheveled, and his weary expression made the lines of his profile appear somewhat cold and rigid due to the tension. An aura of "keep your distance" surrounded him, yet none of this diminished his handsomeness

After dinner, she hurriedly washed the dishes and entered the studio to tidy up the mess on the floor

The northwest suburbs of City S are a lake area, with islands scattered throughout the lake, where farming families reliant on water have been passed down through generations. In recent years, due to urban planning and development, the farming families along the lakeshore have largely relocated to the various islands in the lake. This prime area for health and wellness, nestled between mountains and water, has been developed by real estate developers into several villa districts and resorts