Male supporting role is not a stepping stone

In the studio, Fu Yangyan was standing in front of the table with his back to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, dipping his pen in the paint tray, and just as his hand was hovering above the white paper, there was a sudden knock on the door. The inspiration that just arose dissipated like a tide in an instant.

"Come in," he lowered his face, threw away the paintbrush, and said displeasedly to the girl who pushed the door open. "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me while I was painting?"

The little assistant was a little frightened, her face turned slightly pale, and she hurriedly replied: "Teacher Fu, there is a Ms. Jian looking for you outside."

"No!" Fu Yangyan became even more unhappy, "Didn't Anan teach you the rules of the studio? Did you? If you can't even remember these basic things, I think you are not suitable to stay here."

"No, Teacher Fu!" the assistant said anxiously, "Sister Nan has taught me, I also remember your rules, teacher, but this Ms. Jian is holding your invitation letter, and it is clearly marked on it. Invited her to the studio at ten o'clock this morning?"

"I don't recognize Ms. Jian at all," Fu Yangyan saw that her face didn't look like she was lying, and her tone was softer. "I've never given anyone an invitation."

"I'm afraid someone is using a new trick to see me. Please invite her out. Be smarter in the future and don't let people in casually again. If you make an appointment with someone, I will tell you in advance."

"But Teacher Fu," the assistant said hesitantly, "the invitation letter is indeed your handwriting, and it also contains your personal number."

"Huh?" Fu Yangyan asked suspiciously, "Bring it to me and take a look."

It's not that his handwriting cannot be imitated, but few people know his personal mobile phone number, and the ones that can be obtained are more or less related to people he knows.

Since he already had his phone number, there was no need to make a copy of the invitation letter, but he did remember that he had never given any invitation letter, let alone knew a woman named Jane.

The assistant girl quickly handed the thing over. Fu Yangyan took a look in his hand and found that it was really a formal invitation letter, but it was given to him from an art exhibition held yesterday.

He didn't know the painter who organized this exhibition very well and only had a few acquaintances with him. However, he had a close relationship with his mentor, so when he was invited to attend, he decided to go and support him.

It’s just that he didn’t feel well yesterday. It was already afternoon when he woke up, and he ate something casually afterwards.

, swallowed two pills, and fell asleep again until this morning.

Naturally, he didn't go to the art exhibition. Fortunately, he didn't reply clearly that he would go. There was no need to explain it specifically, but this invitation should be at his home. How did it end up in someone else's hands?

Moreover, the handwriting written in the blank space, which invited Ms. Jian Jiangxue to come to the studio, was very familiar to him and was indeed his own.

Handwriting can be imitated, but who would go to such great lengths to imitate his handwriting until it is almost completely similar, just to meet him?

"Invite this Ms. Jian to the reception room, I'll be here right away." Fu Yangyan had countless question marks in his mind, and decided to meet this mysterious woman first.

"Okay, Teacher Fu." The assistant responded, carefully closed the door and walked out.

Fu Yangyan turned around twice in the studio impatiently, then went to the reception room holding the strange invitation.

Unexpectedly, all he saw was an ordinary-looking woman. The "ordinary" did not refer to her appearance, but that she was not as mysterious as he thought.

The woman is actually quite beautiful. She is about thirty years old. She has bright eyes and white teeth. She has a pointed face with oval seeds. Her eyebrows are long and slender. Her color is neither thick nor light. She has the temperament of a classical beauty.

However, her complexion was a little haggard, which made her look pale, like a flower that had lost its moisture and become a little dry.

But there was a sparkle in her eyes, which made her eyes shine extremely brightly.

Seeing him pushing the door open, the woman stood up immediately, pursed her lips tightly, her long eyelashes flashed constantly, and her fingers nervously twisted together.

"Hello, teacher!" Jian Jiangxue suddenly bent down and bowed, saying excitedly, "I'm here to learn from you. Thank you for your encouragement yesterday, which allowed me to regain my lost dream."

"?" Fu Yangyan paused and was shocked. It was because he was used to being expressionless for so many years that he could barely maintain the expression on his face.

When did he take on an apprentice? How come he doesn't know it himself? What other encouragement is there? Didn’t he sleep at home all day yesterday? Who is this woman? Is this a new way of touching porcelain?

I originally thought that meeting the person would answer my questions, but I didn't expect that now I have more questions.

"Please sit down, Ms. Jian, right?" Fu Yangyan said and sat across from her, trying not to show any strange color on his face.

, "I heard you mean you saw me yesterday?"

Jian Jiangxue blinked in confusion. He suddenly had a feeling in his mind that she would make a small movement of tilting her head to the right, and then saw the person in front of her tilting her head slightly as he imagined. head.

Fu Yangyan couldn't help but rub his temples, feeling that he was in a daze. How could he feel familiar with someone he had never met before?

"Teacher?" Jian Jiangxue pinched her fingers nervously, and the knuckles at the intersection turned white. "Do you regret it? I know that I am a bit old, and it has been almost eight years since I gave up my painting brush. Not an ideal student candidate.”

"But please believe that I will work very hard?!"

When she said these words, she stared closely at the man opposite her, her eyes full of determination, and she was so nervous that she held her breath, fearing that she would get an answer she didn't want to hear.

Fu Yangyan felt that he should refuse, but he shook his head under her gaze: "I didn't mean that..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that his throat was terribly dry and hoarse. He cleared his throat and said, "There is no end to learning. Age is never a problem. As long as you want to learn, it's never too late."

Jian Jiangxue's heart suddenly dropped when she mentioned it. She breathed a long sigh of relief, and then she realized that her chest was a little swollen and painful.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I misunderstood." She smiled shyly, "Actually, you talked so much with me yesterday, and I should understand your character, but I was really too scared, so... Really? Sorry."

Seeing that her expression was sincere and not fake, Fu Yangyan was really confused. Could it be that there was something wrong with his memory? He did meet her yesterday?

"Ms. Fu, can you tell me the details of our meeting yesterday?" Seeing confusion on her face, he quickly found an excuse and said, "Actually, I want to know more about your journey, please. Don't mind."

This excuse is quite far-fetched. Fortunately, although Jian Jiangxue was surprised, she didn't think too much and started to tell without hesitation: "To be honest with you, teacher, I have had some changes in my marriage recently and I feel very depressed, so I listened to If there is an art exhibition, let’s go out and relax.”

She told in detail how the two met yesterday, how she felt, and what Teacher Fu said. Her voice was soft and her language was vivid and organized.

Fu Yangyan gradually became immersed in her description, and his mind pictured something completely different from his memory.

The scene that existed seemed as if he had really seen this side of her before, and he couldn't help but ask her about her past.

It stands to reason that the two of them had just met, but Jian Jiangxue didn't feel uncomfortable in her heart and poured out her experiences like beans in a bamboo tube.

Childhood dreams, college majors, giving up further studies for her boyfriend, her youth gradually disappearing in marriage, her feelings after discovering that her husband had cheated on her, and her enlightenment after she was rescued from the sea, and she decisively ended the relationship of many years.

When she mentioned the past that had been so painful to her heart, she found that she was no longer so sad. Maybe she had a chance to regain her previous dreams. Now her heart was full of expectations for the future.

Fu Yangyan looked at her bright eyes, and somehow couldn't bear to see her disappointed. Without knowing the truth of the matter, he actually nodded and recognized the student.

When he told her to go back and prepare the painting supplies so that she could officially start studying tomorrow, Jian Jiangxue's eyes sparkled, as if they were shining, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth in joy.

This inexplicable excitement and joy did not calm down for a long time after sending the person away. Fu Yangyan locked himself in the studio, picked up the brush and immersed himself in it. When he came to his senses, he painted a picture The landscape painting is already on the paper.

The style of this painting is completely different from his previous works. He is good at landscape painting. However, his previous paintings always had a faint sense of desolation, but the one in front of him is full of vitality. , people will feel a warm and comfortable feeling when they look at it.

While waiting for the paint to dry, his eyes couldn't help but linger on it. He didn't expect that the breakthrough he had been seeking for a long time but had not been achieved would actually be achieved because of a student who appeared out of nowhere.

Thinking of Jian Jiangxue, the joy in Fu Yangyan's heart slowly settled. After hesitating for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the person who organized the exhibition.

"Teacher Fu," the call was quickly connected, and the young man's excited voice came from the other side, "Thank you for being here yesterday. Do you have any instructions for me?"

"No, I just want to congratulate you. The exhibition was a success." There was no need to ask anymore. The questions in his heart were already answered.

Knowing that the newly admitted student had not lied to him, Fu Yangyan felt relieved, but another layer of worry arose. He exchanged a few words with the young man and hurriedly ended the call.

Then immediately dialed another number.

"Anan," he frowned tightly, "do you know which psychiatric department? The doctor is quite famous. Please make an appointment for me."

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No, it’s too embarrassing!

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