Wan Changsheng wandered around in the dark for ten minutes, except for seeing a few figures sitting on benches, he saw nothing at Wan Changsheng's first trip to the Academy of Fine Arts.

It was almost midnight when he got home by taxi, and Du Wen was often asleep at this point, so he opened the door and entered the house with ease.

First of all, I saw that the skull was placed opposite the small stool in the entrance hall at the door!

If there was a thief who really came in and saw such a pair of cold holes, they would probably be scared crazy.

Anyway, Wan Changsheng felt a little nervous after drinking some wine.

But he smiled inexplicably, because Du Wen immediately looked like she was holding the skull in her mind.

It's really interesting.

But immediately Wan Changsheng saw Du Wen curled up on the sofa and napping, with a pair of homely pajamas she usually painted.

There was a plate on the coffee table next to it, containing two square frying items that I don’t know how to describe. Maybe it was for food, and it also served with a cup of green and paste, which looked a little scary.

But in the winter night, when the man returned to his home with the lights on, there was a woman waiting. She didn't eat so well, even if she drank poison.

I also feel warm in my heart.

This is probably the hope of countless men working with tears outside.

But Wan Changsheng stood in the entrance hall and watched quietly for a few seconds. It was probably because he was judging whether the girl was acting or her true feelings.

Because the props are so classic.

If it is a real couple or boyfriend or girlfriend, it is time to carry them into the bedroom.

Wan Changsheng finally turned his fingers and went over to hold the sofa and pushed him: "Hey, wake up, you can get up and go to bed, it will be cold."

After pushing it several times before opening your eyes in a daze, Du Wen should have proved the truth.

Because I was a little shaky when I stood up, the next morning I was even more clear: "I... am sick..."

Wan Changsheng didn't need to muster up the courage to try the test items on the coffee table. He brought them to the kitchen last night and fell asleep after returning to the room. After drinking some wine, he woke up from the sound sleep of the sound of sleep. He was a little surprised that there was no Du Wen on the balcony.

When he was about to go out, he knocked on the bedroom door for the first time. When he heard a weak voice, he saw Du Wen's face as beautiful as a peach blossom when he pushed the door.

The eyes that were barely opened were filled with a pitiful look.

I probably still had a cold or fever.

Like most southern regions, Jiangzhou does not have the habit of turning on heating in winter. Moreover, Jiangzhou is a city with two rivers convergence and relatively high water fog and humidity, so from November and February, there will be a particularly cold and biting cold air.

This is the easiest thing to confuse people and ignore keeping warm as soon as winter begins.

Wan Changsheng finally felt a little guilty and confirmed that Du Wen was really sick because she was waiting for her to come back.

When can you get sick and be more critical than this time?

There is still one month left to take the art exam, and there are still countless learning content that needs to be caught up.

If you delay a little by little ten days and a half months, you will be able to destroy all your previous efforts.

So Wan Changsheng rarely breaks through and touches his forehead without kissing. He confirms that it is so hot that it is inappropriate. He quickly finds a towel to get wet and then puts it on Du Wen's forehead, telling her to bear it, turn around and run out of the door.

But Wan Changsheng didn't see the quilt, and Du Wen barely squeezed out a satisfying and comfortable smile on her face, so she couldn't help but fall asleep again in a drowsy mood.

Wan Changsheng has rich experience in caring for people. Even if he is in Guanyin Temple, he can even go to the market to collect a few Chinese herbal medicines to match and condition them himself.

But now in a big city where everything is available, Wan Changsheng ran to the training school to ask Lu Tao for a leave, then left each other's phone numbers, and then went to the pharmacy to buy several Chinese patent medicines, porridge in the breakfast shop, spicy noodles, thermometers and other things to go back.

With a body temperature of more than 39 degrees, I was helpless when I changed my body. Wan Changsheng was still orderly and helped Du Wen to sit up and eat spicy noodles, which would stimulate sweat as much as possible. Regardless of whether it was effective or not, I would take Chinese patent medicine. Then I would cover all the quilts and coats that I could find here on the delicate girl to cover the sweat.

He sat outside the door next to him, taking Du Wen's sketches and comparing them with his own observations, thinking about whether he could find a more shortcut way to make up for the delays that might occur when he was sick.

However, as long as there is a sound from the pile of quilts that are close to you, Wan Changsheng will probe his head and respond: "What?"

There was only a little crying inside the quilt, so he had to stretch his neck a little longer. Seeing the pear blossom face with tears, he tried hard to open his eyes wide, but the tears couldn't help but rush out, so he kept blinking, and it was a little difficult: "Heavy..."

Seeing that aggrieved look, Wan Changsheng laughed: "It's like covering your sweat. This is when you encounter wind and cold. Sweating is the fastest treatment method that can stimulate the body's immune function. Why are you crying..."

At this time, he still knew that he would pull two tissues to cover his face and absorb water naturally.

Du Wen bulged her cheeks and blew away the tissue, but she actually chuckled again.

Wan Changsheng is even more strange: "What are you laughing at?"

The whole body was like a girl who could not move and laughed in tears: "Film and TV... There was a makeup teacher over there saying that because of three-dimensionality, the tears fell when she cried, and the unbearable large area of ​​flat face, which could not be blown away by sticking to it..."

Wan Changsheng couldn't help laughing: "It's better to be more energetic."

Du Wen turned her head as hard as Sun Wuzi and asked: "Come here, I can't see it."

Wan Changsheng had to get closer like Tang Monk carefully climbing Wuzhi Mountain Jie Ji: "What?"

The patient is so great.

The patient looked at him: "Since I can remember... no relative has ever taken care of me like this and I am sick."

Wan Changsheng cleared it up: "I am humanitarian. You didn't pay attention to it last night, and fortunately I didn't eat what you cooked. Maybe now two people are bedridden and waiting for rescue."

Du Wen is not angry, and she is more likely to have no strength to get angry, so she can only be gentle: "It's great."

Wan Changsheng despised: "The psychopath... I think you are a little awake. Let's talk about sketching?"

Du Wenrou said yes.

Wan Changsheng raised his sketch yesterday without distraction: "I think we can take further tricks and repeatedly compare and observe the high-scoring exam works in recent years..."

After he chatted for a while, he turned his head without a response and saw that Du Wen had fallen asleep again with a sweet smile.

But the tears on the cheeks were indeed falling a lot.

Wan Changsheng had to use a tissue to print for her, then scratched his head and retreated to the door, but he lowered his head and found that he had a small hand stretched under the quilt and grabbed his clothes tightly.

Seeing that this was the clothes Du Wen had chosen for her, Wan Changsheng sighed and sat at the head of the bed with pity, not looking up at this temporary boudoir, continued to focus on sketching, forcing himself to explore more possibilities.

In fact, by this time, Wan Changsheng had already felt something.

He is very good at bypassing those things that stick to the rules and finding new ways to find new ways.

Du Wen is an example.

She really doesn't have much talent in sketching.

But Wan Changsheng, while he started from scratch, dragged such a novice and was getting better and better.

He was a little addicted to this because it was kind of like his favorite thing.

Carving.

But now it is the human being.

Thinking of this, Wan Changsheng looked back unintentionally and saw the beautiful face that was so shattering that it was so beautiful that it was so trampled. He was fascinated for a few seconds.

He took out the stones and carved knives in his pocket, and wanted to record this face for the first time.

You should know that Wan Changsheng had never been involved in this realistic carving before.

The dragon, tiger, phoenix, and turtles at the end of the seal are nothing more than the familiar hand-helds of our ancestors, and they are more just to fool the pilgrims with showing off their skills.

As for the carvings at other times, Wan Changsheng basically works behind closed doors...

This should be a breakthrough that he has learned to draw and has recently made after these insights.

Therefore, leaving Guanyin Temple, Wan Changsheng's life will inevitably change.

I will meet Lin Jianwei, Mao Dongyang, Du Wen, Lao Cao, Zhao Leilei...
Chapter completed!