An Xia's paintings

Chapter 9

Soon, Qin Ruihe drove Lin Anxia back to his home.

After graduating from high school, Qin Ruihe moved out of the main house and moved into this small villa.

Like many young people, he yearns for independence and a place in society with his bare hands.Unlike other young people, some thought this and didn't do it, and some did that and didn't succeed.

And Qin Ruihe was lucky, he thought so, so he did it, and he succeeded!

In the year of graduating from university, Qin Ruihe obtained the ownership of this villa in a legitimate way from his father at the market price at that time.

Lin Anxia was holding her bag, holding the cedar in her hand, and while watching Qin Ruihe's small villa, she said with emotion: "Your house is quite beautiful."

Qin Ruihe helped Lin Anxia drag the remaining luggage in.

Hearing Lin Anxia's admiration, they all said proudly: "Guess who designed it."

Lin Anxia shrugged: "This question is too untechnical. It's obviously master's handwriting."

The most admirable thing about Song Shiyuan is his traditional Chinese painting.

Naturally, his designs tend to be more ancient and elegant.

To be honest, Qin Ruihe's temperament does not match this design, but...

Lin Anxia turned her head and looked at Qin Ruihe who was standing in the hall.

If you take a closer look, you will find that Qin Ruihe is quite harmonious with the surrounding environment.Just like the noble son in ancient figure paintings, he is handsome and unassuming.

"Master, I know you quite well."

Qin Ruihe smiled: "You mean to say that the design of my house suits me well?"

Lin Anxia nodded: "It's really suitable. It can be said that there is no sense of disobedience."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Qin Ruihe led Lin Anxia to the second floor.

"The second from the left on the second floor is my bedroom, which is the master bedroom of this house. The rest are guest rooms. Before you came, I had my aunt clean them. You can choose whatever you like. Of course, my room is also on the list."

Lin Anxia winked at Qin Ruihe, showing a mischievous expression, "I'm not someone who doesn't know good and bad, just choose a room."

Qin Ruihe nodded indifferently: "As you like. As for Xuesong, I will sleep with you tonight. After all, you have arrived in a new place, and you will feel more at ease with it by your side. Tomorrow morning I'm going to buy him a doghouse."

Lin Anxia quickly waved his hands: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, just lay a carpet. Xuesong doesn't like sleeping in the dog house. He likes the spacious living room the most."

Qin Ruihe continued to cooperate: "No problem, I will lay a carpet for it in the living room tomorrow."

"Ok."

Lin Anxia was about to lower her head to say something to Xuesong, when she realized that there were only him, Qin Rui and two other people in the corridor on the second floor from beginning to end, and Xuesong was not seen at all.

Lin Anxia: "..."

Qin Ruihe: "..."

Lin Anxia hurried downstairs.

"Could it be that I forgot it outside the door when I came in? I clearly remember that I was still holding the rope when I came in!"

Qin Ruihe comforted him: "Don't worry, it must have come in. I watched it come in."

Yes, both were sure that Cedar had followed through the door, but neither had discovered when it had disappeared.

After a burst of hurried footsteps.

Lin Anxia hurriedly ran towards the gate, when passing by the sofa, she caught a glimpse of a black and white figure out of the corner of her eye.

I saw that the instigator of this panic was leaning on the leather sofa in the center of the living room safely and leisurely, with his paws tightly hugging a...stuffed dog.

"I didn't expect Mr. Qin to be such a childlike person." Lin Anxia said blankly.

The corners of Qin Ruihe's mouth couldn't help twitching: "It's not mine, it's the little girl from my neighbor's house who came back to play."

Lin Anxia was a little hesitant, "Cedar...have you fallen in love with it? But, Xuesong is already 13 years old..."

Inexplicably, a scene of a 70-year-old man finally meeting the object of his heart and falling in love soon appeared in Lin Anxia's mind.

"..."

Qin Ruihe looked at Lin Anxia, ​​who was obviously immersed in his own world, with amused expression, and couldn't help reaching out and grabbing his face.

"So what if you're 13 years old? Love at Twilight is also very romantic."

"........."

"Okay." Qin Ruihe pushed Lin Anxia upstairs: "Xuesong obviously likes my sofa very much, so you don't need to worry about it. It's already late, you should rest, hurry up and choose you room, go to sleep."

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Lin Anxia finally chose the guest room that was farthest from Qin Rui and the bedroom.

Although Qin Ruihe was somewhat dissatisfied, he had no right to object.Who told him to give Lin Anxia absolute freedom?

Lin Anxia's first night at Qin Ruihe's house seemed to pass without incident.

Early the next morning, Qin Rui and inexplicably woke up excitedly, and after a hasty wash, they rushed to Lin Anxia's room with their slippers on.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw Xue Song, who was sleeping with a toy dog ​​downstairs and was making pink bubbles last night, sitting obediently at the door of Lin Anxia's room. His expression...inexplicably made Qin Ruihe feel a little worried?

worried?A dog with a worried expression?

Qin Ruihe was so shocked by his increasingly slender nerves that he couldn't restrain himself. He held his forehead helplessly, "I may have been infected by that child."

Qin Rui and a stride stepped up to Xuesong's side, and stroked its neck:

"Good morning Xuesong, I'm waiting for Teacher Lin here so early..."

Xue Song nudged Qin Ruihe again, as a greeting to him.

Qin Ruihe raised his hand and knocked on Lin Anxia's door, and soon heard a rustling sound.

"Mr. Qin got up so early?"

Qin Ruihe supported the door frame with one hand, and pointed to the cedar beside him with the other: "I'm not the first, it's the earliest..."

Lin Anxia followed Qin Ruihe's fingers and saw Xuesong who was sticking out her tongue towards him.

Lin Anxia bent down, raised her arms to hug Xuesong: "Good morning, handsome old man!"

Then, he whispered in its ear again: "Sorry, I made you worry again."

Qin Ruihe looked at a person and a dog with his arms folded.

"You two are so boring! People who don't know think you are performing 'human-dog love'."

Lin Anxia stood up, squinting at Qin Ruihe: "Mr. Qin has really improved a lot during this time. He has become more humorous..."

Qin Ruihe responded in a teasing tone: "Isn't that thanks to Teacher Lin's careful teaching."

The two finished their breakfast in a more harmonious atmosphere.

Although Lin Anxia tried his best to cover it up, Qin Ruihe, who has always been absolutely sensitive to the things around him, still found something wrong with him.

"Mr. Lin, did you not sleep well last night?"

Lin Anxia glanced at Qin Ruihe, and said in a disguised manner: "It should be because of the recognition of the bed. Maybe it will be fine after a few days to get used to it."

"Recognize the bed?" Qin Ruihe couldn't believe it: "You still recognize the bed like a child at your age?"

Lin Anxia said: "What's so strange about that, is there any scientific research regulation, is the bed a children's patent?"

"There are no scientific research regulations...but isn't this a convention? Because children have no sense of security, they can only fall asleep in an environment that they are completely familiar with. Adults are more sleepy than children from body to heart. Tens of thousands of times stronger, there is no such worry at all." Qin Ruihe explained plausibly.

Lin Anxia led Xuesong and planned to go downstairs: "I feel that Mr. Qin's science class is not very good. In addition to psychological reasons, bed recognition is also related to magnetic fields, and people's adaptability to different magnetic fields is also different. Yes, it's not surprising that I have a harder time adapting."

"......" Qin Ruihe was a little speechless when Lin Anxia blocked him, "Mr. Lin knows a lot. Have you really never studied seriously?"

It seems that the whole world knows that Lin Xici's precious only son has never been to school.

Lin Anxia smiled slyly: "I haven't studied. What I said just now was all made up..."

After a pause, Lin Anxia continued: "I didn't expect Mr. Qin to be so gullible..."

The tone is all narrow, and the eyes are all teasing.

Qin Ruihe, who thought himself wise and wise, was speechless at this moment.

Although he was half-dead from being vomited by this broken child, Qin Ruihe still volunteered very enthusiastically to send Lin Anxia to school. After all, it is not a wise thing to let a mentally ill person walk on the road by himself.

Lin Anxia is like this, when Qin Ruihe quarrels with him, he can fight back bluntly, but Qin Ruihe's disregard of the past makes him feel a little guilty... as if he is really bullying Same......

Having asked for leave for many days, Lin Anxia could clearly feel the busy atmosphere as soon as she arrived at school.

The opening day of the art exhibition is getting closer.

Every November, Shutang Academy of Fine Arts holds an annual painting exhibition.Rather than saying that this is an exhibition, it is better to say that this is a competition for the students of the Academy of Fine Arts to show their strength.

The student works displayed in the art exhibition can only be exhibited after a series of strict evaluations are passed by the jury composed of the school based on the drawings submitted by the students.

Many great talents in the art world will come to the exhibition to comment on the students' works and give each student some valuable opinions. This is a very rare opportunity for the students at school. In addition, if Among the paintings on display that are valued or sold by the powerful, that is the best chance for that author to become famous, and he will also get a generous reward.

Therefore, many students attach great importance to the school's annual art exhibition, and many of them start preparing for the exhibition a year ago, because the school clearly stipulates that each year's exhibition works cannot be more than one year old. Cannot duplicate entries from previous years.

Almost all teachers and students in the school are busy with this year's art exhibition, and Lin Anxia is no exception.