The sixth stroke

He furrowed his long eyebrows, propped his temple with one hand, glanced at her sideways, and spoke in a detached tone, "The nurse is being a bit exaggerated; I thought you were about to die."

An Yanran stared at the flashing incoming call, momentarily at a loss for words

At first, the rain was heavy, but there was no water accumulating on the road; instead, the bus was stuck in traffic.

Xiao Ran!" Before Gao Fei could speak, the anxious familiar address had automatically slipped from the man's lips. Throughout, he only focused on Gao Fei's calm demeanor, reading the fleeting sharpness and vigilance reflected in her elegantly upturned beautiful eyes.

She stood up and said to the driver at the front of the bus, "Excuse me, could you please open the door?"

The man's presence made the small apartment shine brightly; had it been a different time or place, she might have been overjoyed by his rare initiative to visit her.

An Yanran looked up and met her striking and sharp gaze, only able to smile helplessly. If she truly intended to act, how could she make it so obvious as to alert her?

In simple terms, life is the fundamental source of all her materials

The answer to her is the incredibly cool silhouette of a man and the sound of his footsteps ascending the stairs

This incident indeed made Gao Fei more vigilant ahead of time, but An Yanran simultaneously confirmed certain thoughts of Guan You with complete certainty

At that moment, she finally understood just how insignificant she truly was. Compared to him, what she had created could hardly even be called a painting

Well, it's just four street corners. She didn't bring any rain gear, and her damp and disheveled appearance should suit her "this is fine" attitude perfectly

Teacher?" she tentatively began to speak

The more one speaks, the more mistakes one makes. If at that moment I had simply embraced him and kissed him, there was certainly a possibility of success! Alternatively, if I had just honestly gotten off the ground myself, he wouldn't have been angry enough to drive me away

The body is undeniably so hot, yet the demeanor is almost cold enough to freeze a person.

As time passes, even when reflecting on it now, I can still feel that sense of despair from back then. No matter how hard I try, it is impossible to become like that person. Clearly, we are both the same kind of person, yet I am still not even a fraction of what he is!

The professor told them that in critical moments, if they are unable to conceive a work that surpasses themselves, they should make every effort to apply their strongest skills without reservation.

Among the various styles of oil painting, she leans more towards realism, which can be described in professional terms as belonging to the realist movement. The professor once commented on her that while her technique is sufficient, her creativity is lacking. As a result, in the second semester of her sophomore year, she was assigned to the first studio

But now—she glanced at the door of the studio downstairs, it was too rushed, it hadn't been completely tidied up yet, the newly finished works were only symbolically covered with white cloth, and even the back of the canvases bore her competition serial number and name.

Sister! In fact, you are really overthinking it...

In any case, she is confirmed to participate in this competition, and her name has already been registered. What remains to be done now is to complete the artwork before the deadline

An Yanran now feels that being able to stand by his side and endure the punctual blows once a week, yet still remain unyielding, is already a great comfort to her

"Get back to the city! You are not allowed to appear again during this time without my command!" Those words were laced with hostility

Amidst the rambling complaints, An Yanran only heard one key point: Guan You is currently in the studio and will leave only after Gao Fei finishes her work.

Although this matter appears to be so well-designed and seamless on the surface, in reality, it is far from her plan

Gao Fei's works continue to embody her signature opulent style, with bold compositions and color choices. Particularly in her two new pieces, likely influenced by Guan You's guidance upon his return to the country, the painting style leans more towards Romanticism, with colors and compositions expressing a greater depth of emotion.

Ultimately, whether he agrees or not has little impact on her. For that reason, he decided early on to participate anonymously; he rarely goes into the city and certainly will not be involved in matters related to the competition. Her initiative in seeking his help is actually based on the hope that he can provide guidance to increase her chances of winning.

She had just finished speaking when the call was abruptly disconnected. Fifteen minutes later, the apartment doorbell rang. She opened the door, and standing outside was indeed the prominent figure who rarely came to the city

Hello, teacher, that is very impolite

In the scorching summer of City S, towering buildings stand tall, and the colors of dusk are particularly rich. Compared to figures and still lifes, her greatest strength lies in landscape works

Although one may feel like cursing, it is essential to maintain the appropriate attitude. It must have taken quite a long time to enter the city. Are you hungry? I haven't eaten yet either. Shall I go get something to eat?

Please provide me with the address

If he discovers that she is doing these things behind his back... Well, she hopes he doesn't find out

When Guan You and Gao Fei received the news and rushed to the hospital, it had already been two hours. At that time, An Yanran was limping towards the restroom, supported by a nurse, with her sprained foot and covered in abrasions.

After hanging up the phone, she turned her head to look at the rain-streaked car window. Outside, the sky was overcast, and the afternoon, not yet three o'clock, seemed dark and silent as if it were about to enter the night

It is entirely out of character for her to put her own safety at stake for these two individuals; she merely intended to be a "drenched chicken" who could "evoke sympathy" during a torrential summer rain. However, a careless vehicle brushed past her as she was crossing the pedestrian crossing.

A complete work is not something that can be accomplished in a day; after the photography is done, it begins with a line draft, followed by the final coloring. Throughout this entire process, countless failed drafts and unfinished pieces may emerge, but the key factor remains her current sense of touch

She casually placed mhetushucom.com fried rice on the bar counter, and by the time she stumbled over, it was already too late

"So, teacher, did you drive into the city?" she said in a soft voice, seemingly taken aback.

What is the point of bringing that up now! I am almost worried to death! Gao Fei is clearly more invested in the role. While scolding, she also reminds Guan You to pay the medical expenses.

An Yanran lay on the carpet in front of the sofa, watching the man's long legs as he walked away, feeling dejected as she replied, "Alright, I understand, I'll leave... However, there are no cars available today, can I leave tomorrow instead?..."

There was a time when she tried her utmost to imitate him, yet throughout this process, she loathed every finished piece and even every unfinished work. Perhaps this negative situation became too apparent, and she was ordered not to touch a paintbrush again, subsequently being dismissed from the gallery where she had previously worked

On this occasion, she did not find it strange. Someone's personality is inherently cold and irritable, often characterized by unpredictable moods, making it difficult for others to comprehend.

In the days that followed, she spent almost all her time painting. Gao Fei was aware of the competition early on and seemed well-prepared, not appearing too busy. During this period, the studio continued to operate as usual, and surprisingly, two new works were even hung on the wall

An Yanran still remembers the shock she felt the first time she witnessed his true work. It is rare for a piece of art to leave a profound impact and imprint on a person’s retina in an instant, but it has not been entirely absent in the past.

The man, with one hand in his pocket and the other pulling aside the white cloth on the easel, revealed his elegantly shaped lips as he uttered a cutting question, "Did you paint this piece of garbage?"

After quickly preparing two servings of ham, egg, and corn fried rice, the poor classmate, dragging a wounded leg, was startled to the point of losing their senses by the tall figure that had entered the studio without them noticing

The next day, a certain woman left the villa in a dejected manner

He nodded slightly, as a form of agreement

As she limped into the elevator, pondering certain issues with her sprained ankle, she was unaware that another unexpected "surprise" awaited her. After tidying herself up and changing into a large T-shirt, she sank into the sofa, only to be interrupted by the urgent ringing of her phone

An Yanran smiled at her with a somewhat innocent expression

After being stuck in place for fifteen minutes, the female assistant called again: "When do you plan to come back? Are you doing this on purpose? Sister Fei is still waiting for the art supplies! I know you are upset about running errands today, but this is not the time to sulk! If the road is blocked, can't you get out of the car and call a taxi from somewhere else? No one is asking you to save money at a time like this! If I had known you were so delicate, I would have gone myself no matter how busy I was! You know Sister Fei's temper; if this work isn't completed today, she won't leave. Mr. Guan has been waiting for her for almost an hour! She's been so busy lately, and it was hard for her to finally prepare for a date..."

Apartment

The teaching style of Studio One is relatively rigorous, focusing on cultivating foundational skills in modeling. Students are required to observe and experience life extensively, employing various techniques to organize their compositions

"At the hospital or in the apartment?" The question is extremely concise

At the end of July, City S was struck by torrential rain. The sudden downpour brought relief from the heat to the city, but simultaneously caused severe traffic congestion.

This year, Gao Fei has indeed made progress, showcasing her consistently unique creativity and impeccable skills. However, I cannot help but feel that, perhaps due to having seen too many of that person's works, even such finished products seem less captivating than his casually discarded drafts and unfinished pieces.

In the restroom, Gao Fei watched the black-haired woman bowing her head to wash her hands in the mirror, chuckling softly, "I guessed you would respond so easily; it can't be just for work. Hurting others like this is quite ruthless. It seems that during these days, you have made some progress after all. I look forward to your performance during this upcoming period of working with injuries."

As for the painting competition, m.hetushu.com had already known that it would not be so easy to get him to agree, so she was not too disappointed

She simply felt that she should not have pointed out that fact in yesterday's matter

However, that person's work instantly left her speechless and dazed, causing her to forget everything around her, as if her very soul had been drawn in

An Yanran was still in a state of half-daze and half-joy when, in the next moment, she was pushed to the ground

"I apologize, the rain cover was blown away unexpectedly, and the painting tools and paints were ruined." Facing Gao Fei, who had changed to a concerned expression and stepped forward to support her, she honestly played the role of an employee

On the day the heavy rain arrived, An Yanran was on the bus returning to the studio, having been tasked with purchasing new art supplies and paints

She glanced at the art supplies tightly wrapped in a rainproof cloth in her arms, and a trace of cold, desolate amusement flickered in her pitch-black eyes... Did they want her... to rush back?

Five minutes after he sat down on the sofa, An Yanran realized that when she fainted and was admitted to the hospital, the nurse had attempted to find a contact using her phone, and his number was the first one on her speed dial

Upon waking, she found herself in the hospital. After her wounds were treated, she called the studio and briefly explained her current situation

During the two days of the weekend, she spent her time going out for photography and searching for materials

Just then, the studio called again to urge her—being an assistant, it was not necessarily her responsibility to handle procurement. However, due to a few colleagues who had always looked down on her, the task of running errands in this sweltering heat was repeatedly assigned to her.

As an assistant, An Yanran had ample time to stand beneath Gao Fei's new work and carefully observe her painting

Now, looking at it, she can only rely on herself for this competition. Fortunately, she has not stopped practicing for the past seven to eight months, during which she has also completed several finished pieces. In the end, if all else fails, she can still submit something to get by

Fortunately, as the speed of the vehicle was not high, she did not sustain serious injuries. However, due to the rain and impaired visibility, she still fell quite hard and momentarily lost consciousness