The inspiration comes quickly and the painting is also fast. Xia Xiaomu spent two days to basically complete "Chasing".

Because when she took "Sunrise" to ask Xie Wen for advice last time, she was not only warmly treated by her, but also hit the nail on the question and suggestions of the work.

This made Xia Xiaomu trust Xie Wen and also had a mentality of dependence.

Just like after finishing painting this work, Xia Xiaomu was not as confident as before. The first thing that came to mind was to ask Xie Wen for his opinion.

It was around 6:00 p.m. Xia Xiaomu was afraid that it was too early and Xie Wen had not arrived home yet. He took out Xie Wen's business card that day, entered his phone number, and sent a message.

--Professor Xie, hello, I am Xia Xiaomu. I have painted another work for the exhibition. I want to hear your opinions. Is it convenient for you today?

About five minutes later, Xie Wen called directly.

He asked with some tentative questions on the other end of the phone: Xiao Mu?

Then he was a little panicked: "I, I'll have to get home in half an hour. I have an aunt at home. If you go there now, she will entertain you, or you can come here in half an hour."

Finally, I added: "I will get home soon."

From the last time I went to ask Xie Wen for advice, Xia Xiaomu could notice that Xie Wen was very enthusiastic about visiting him. It could also be seen that the enthusiasm was not pretending, and it was beyond the politeness of normal hospitality.

Just admire my talents like this?

Maybe I think I'm cute?

Xia Xiaomu touched her face and thought narcissistically.

No matter what, it was not good to go over to ask for advice both times. No matter how enthusiastic Professor Xie was, he did not have the obligation to guide him for free, so he had to express his gratitude.

What is the right thing to give?

Fruit health products are too vulgar.

I don’t have time to buy high-end women’s decorations or something. And Professor Xie should not be happy to accept valuable gifts from students.

By the way, you can send flowers.

The professor has placed so many potted plants at home, so he should be a gift like flowers.

There was a flower shop under the supermarket outside the villa area, and I walked a little far away. Xia Xiaomu borrowed the electric bike that Aunt Wang usually used to buy vegetables and rode out quickly.

The flower shop is still open. Because Christmas is about to celebrate, there are many Christmas-themed bouquets and various exquisitely packaged gift boxes on the store.

The clerk was two young ladies. When he saw a handsome handsome guy who looked pretty and came over, he came over with a smile on his face: "Does the little brother want to buy flowers to give to his girlfriend?"

Xia Xiaomu smiled and looked around at the colorful bouquets of flowers in the store, saying, "No, I want to send it to the teacher. Which kind of flowers is suitable for sending it?"

One of the young ladies with round black frames pointed to various bouquets and recommended him: "If you send a teacher, you recommend sunflowers, lilies, carnations, and gerberas. These flowers all mean thanks and gratitude."

The young lady especially recommends lilies. The pink and yellow petals spread around elegantly and have a pleasant fragrance. It is indeed a good choice.

But Xia Xiaomu always feels that it has the meaning of a century of friendship and doesn't want it very much.

The sunflowers are strong and ostentatious, which is not suitable for Xie Wen's temperament. The gerbera is very beautiful. When Xia Xiaomu was hesitating, her eyes looked at the carnations.

It is not as ostentatious as lilies and sunflowers. The small red flowers are closely overlapping layer by layer, looking elegant and elegant. It is like Xie Wen's black coat and a red scarf, which is very matched.

"Is it appropriate to send carnations to teachers?"

Xia Xiaomu remembers that every Mother's Day, there are young ladies selling carnations everywhere on the street.

Round glasses nodded constantly and pulled out a carnation from the flowerbed to Xia Xiaomu: "It's suitable. This kind of flower looks warm and friendly, and can also express your gratitude to the teacher."

Xia Xiaomu nodded and asked the clerk to bandage a bunch.

On the green and plump stems and leaves, red flowers are clustered together, and then decorated with textured kraft paper and colorful ribbons. A ball of fire is like holding it in your hands and looks very warm.

When Xia Xiaomu brought Hua He Works and rang the doorbell of Xie Wen's house, Xie Wen had already arrived home.

She hurriedly ran out and opened the door for Xia Xiaomu, and saw a bunch of red carnations in Xia Xiaomu's hand. It looked particularly dazzling under the door lights at night.

The expression on her face instantly frozen, and the complex expression looked at Xia Xiaomu, as if she was looking for an answer that she couldn't believe.

Xia Xiaomu gave flowers for the first time, and the other party was an elder teacher, so she felt a little guilty and nervous.

He smiled shyly: "Professor Xie, I like it."

Xie Wen took a breath, her tightly shrugged shoulders relaxed, looking a little exhausted, she took the bouquet and held it in front of her chest: "Thank you, thank you. I like it very much..."

Before she finished speaking, she immediately turned around and walked home with Xia Xiaomu.

Xia Xiaomu was a little confused. When Xie Wen took the bouquet just now, her hands seemed to tremble. Is it an illusion?

After entering the house, Xie Wen said she wanted to make tea for him and asked him to go to the studio first.

Xia Xiaomu was already familiar with Xie Wen's easel, and after neatly putting his "Chasing" on it, she started waiting.

On the side is the easel that Xie Weiwan used last time, and there is also a work stuck on it. Xia Xiaomu has an impression that it was a work used for exhibitions painted by Xie Weiwan.

It is a night view under the moon. A bright and bright full moon occupies the center of the canvas and emits a cold white light under the dark and blue night curtain.

The trees around the night are covered with scattered shadows and slight colors. Due to the huge difference between cold light and shadow, it brings a strong visual impact to the painter. After taking a look, it feels like it is printed in the brain and cannot be removed.

Xia Xiaomu could see that Xie Weiwan's painting has a significant technical improvement compared to the previous works of Qingjun's Cup.

It should be the reason why I was personally guided by Xie Wen these days.

It's so great. Every day, Professor Xie has an aunt who guides painting like this, and can also enjoy the rich resources in Xie Wen's hands. She can easily get more opportunities to become famous than ordinary students.

In the kitchen.

Xie Wen held the bunch of carnations in both hands and squatted in a corner of the cabinet. Her whole body shrank together, her thin shoulders trembled, making forbearing sobs.

The servant aunt went in and was startled to see her appearance. She quickly ran over and helped her: "My God, Professor Xie, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Wen's eyes were red and there were a large tear mark on her face. She covered her bouquet of flowers on her chest and kept rising and falling as her chest fluctuated.

Her voice choked and suppressed: "You go...you go, make tea for him, grapefruit tea. I'll be fine soon, don't let him know..."

When Xie Wen came into the studio again, Xia Xiaomu saw that she had changed her clothes and her hair on her forehead was a little wet. Maybe she washed her face and took off her makeup, but she had a little red under her eyelids.

"It's been a long time for you to wait."

Xie Wen smiled apologetically and walked over: "Is this your new work?"

Xia Xiaomu quickly stood up from the chair, nodded and said, "Yes."

Xie Wen gently pressed his shoulder: "Sit down and say."

Just like last time, Xie Wen looked at it for a long time and was very serious.

Xia Xiaomu was waiting for the results of an important exam, waiting for Xie Wen's evaluation nervously.

The theme of the work is "Chasing", but the name is not written.

It is an abstract painting with dark tones.

The color is so gloomy that it makes people feel depressing.

There is almost no direction, level, or even no worldview, everything is even messy and unorganized. The more this happens, the more people think about it and want to figure out the meaning of it.

There are dark brown cliffs and ladders that continue to flow into the thick sky. There are black eagles flying high and there are ravines like flowing molten.

On the only open space, there was a man who was running hard. His expression was ferocious, as if he tried his best to catch up with something.

And around him were the figures of people sitting, lying, walking. Everyone was like a shadow, but they all had various expressions, leisurely, joyful, sarcastic, angry...

Xie Wen looked at the painting and spoke slowly for a long time: "You are really, really really great,..."

Xia Xiaomu breathed a sigh of relief: "Can it be a work for this art exhibition?"

"Can."

Xie Wen nodded and asked, "What is the theme of your painting?"

Xia Xiaomu: "The current tentative name is "Chasing"."

Xie Wen was stunned and suddenly realized.

She stared at Xia Xiaomu and said slowly:

"Xiao Mu, you have talent and strength that ordinary people do not meet in painting. What you lack is just opportunities. And you are still young now and have time to let the world know you in the future, so don't be too impatient. If you want, I will..."

The doorbell rang and interrupted Xie Wen's words.

The servant aunt answered the doorbell and went out to open the door.

Xie Wen paused and explained to him with some tentative instructions: "It must be Wanwan who has come here. She has been living here with me recently..."

"...Wanwan has had a quarrel with my brother and sister-in-law recently because of her engagement with Lu Jinghan. She doesn't want to go home these days, and she also needs to prepare works from the exhibition. I can live here to guide her."

When it comes to this matter, Xia Xiaomu is instinctively nervous.

Xie Wen patted her shoulder gently: "The reason for the quarrel is that she asked my brother and sister-in-law to find Mr. Lu to cancel the engagement between Lu Jinghan..."

Although it seemed to be comforting, there was worry in my eyes and hesitation that he wanted to speak but stopped.

Xia Xiaomu's heart was shocked and she looked at Xie Wen in confusion.

Xie Weiwan took the initiative to ask for a refund?

Why?

Could it be that Brother Jing Han did what?
To be continued...