Rebirth of the small model of the Republic of China

Chapter 19

When we arrived at the main house, Fu Lin was not at home today. He was probably going to arrange matters related to the art exhibition. After dinner, Albert appeared again.

There are no entertainment programs in this era, so Ye Chi can only stay in Fu Lin's study and read books.

Most of the books in Fu Lin's study are in English, with only a few translations and some collections of poetry in Chinese.

"Mister may not come back today, are you going to sleep?"

Albert was holding a glass of milk and asked Ye Chi, who was sitting on the sofa and relishing the reader's translation of stories.

Although Ye Chi struggled to read traditional Chinese characters, he could still read them smoothly, so he began to read the collection of fairy tales.

There are many changes and differences from what he has seen before, and he can see different styles in different eras.

Ye Chi originally wanted to order a newspaper, but Fu Lin could borrow it, so he didn't spend any more money.

Previously, his news was too closed, and many things were learned by word of mouth, so he would miss many big events.Subscribing to a newspaper solves this problem.

Ye Chi looked up, closed the book, and smiled at Albert: "I'm not sleepy now, Albert, why do you only show up at night every time?"

Albert laughed, "Because Mister Tonight needs someone to take care of him."

When the word "care" is used, Ye Chi finds it a bit strange. Does someone like Fu Lin still need someone to take care of him?

"What do you do during the day?" Ye Chi took out the newspaper and flipped through it.

"I'll rest during the day, or exercise a little bit."

Ye Chi took a sip of sweet milk, "I don't know about Albert, do you know Song Zheng? It's Professor Song from the Fine Arts Department of Zhongli University."

Ye Chi deliberately looked up at Albert and asked, Albert has always been very gentle and looked very kind, so there is no problem with staring at each other.

A slight surprise flashed in Albert's eyes, and Ye Chi caught it.

Albert: "How did you meet him? He and Mr. are acquainted."

"A friend?" Ye Chi asked.

Albert shook his head: "No, not friends."

not friend?What would that matter?

Albert obviously didn't want to talk about this topic: "If you can't sleep, would you like to have a snack?"

Ye Chi shook his head: "You will get fat."

He got up, ready to take a shower and go to bed.

Albert: "You are too thin."

After Ye Chi lived here for a few days, although he was struggling in his heart, he had to say that he was a little addicted to this kind of life. No wonder some people sharpened their heads and wanted to get into the rich.

After really experiencing it, it is indeed possible to be unable to extricate yourself.

Fu Lin's insomnia symptoms have improved greatly, and he may be able to return to his rented house soon.

The charcoal fire should be bought in advance, some cooking tools should be lacking at home, the bedding should be updated, and some clothes should be added...

Ye Chi was thinking while taking a bath.

Fu Lin didn't come back until Ye Chi fell asleep.

……

It was a long night, Ye Chi was dreaming, and he woke up completely before the sun rose.

During this period, I had several dreams intermittently.

He had dark circles under his eyes early in the morning, and when he showed up at the restaurant, Fu Lin was there.

Fu Lin was neatly dressed and looked in a good mood, with a soft facial expression.

Ye Chi couldn't help thinking about what Fu Lin was doing tonight, and how he was in a good mood.

"Morning, Mr. Fu."

Ye Chi said hello, sat down, quickly ate two eggs, drank a glass of milk, and got up.

Fu Lin looked up, saw the faint blue color on Ye Chi's lower eyelids, and frowned, "Zhongli University didn't open so early, did it?"

Ye Chi quickly turned his eyes away and shook his head: "I'm going to jog over there to exercise."

Fu Lin's eyes were strange, but he didn't say anything. Ye Chi nodded slightly to him, and left the main house in no time.

After a while, Albert came out: "Mr. Ye seems to be very different from the rumors."

Fu Lin hummed, his eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head to continue reading the newspaper.

Ye Chi was on the way, so he bought a morning newspaper. There was no one in the early morning, so he could read it when he was walking fast.

As soon as he opened the morning paper, he gasped in surprise, there was actually an advertisement in the newspaper.

[Jianyi brand custom suit pants, show your style, a symbol of status]

The printing looks crude, but it doesn't hinder reading, and you can even see the promotional pictures.A male model wears a suit, and the upper body is printed next to the slogan.

Although the printing is a little fuzzy.But it can still be seen clearly.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a strong figure.

To be honest, a person who is too muscular doesn't necessarily look good in a suit. The advertisement of this tailor-made suit shop failed a bit.

However, the slogan of the advertisement is not enough. After all, most civilians still wear jackets and long gowns. Being able to wear suits shows that they have some family background. Top-notch suits are probably worn by people like Fu Lin.

Feel free to scroll down, and there are advertisements for perming hair.

It is a fashionable thing for women to perm their hair in this era, but fashion must be expensive, and they spend a lot of money on advertising, which shows that they are not short of money.

Regardless of the era, trendy money is easy to make.

Looking at these advertisements, Ye Chi still finds them quite interesting.

However, turning to the news below, Ye Chi saw the latest business consulting, Yujiabuzhuang was acquired and put under the name of Jinhe Industrial.

On the security page, four burglary suspects were announced. There were no photos, but the description was of a bald head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a hare lip under the mouth of a monkey with a sharp mouth...

Ye Chi thought about it, hey, isn't it the one who robbed him?

Didn't expect to have eyebrows so soon?

Hope to solve the case quickly and get some money back.

After a short stroll, we arrived at Zhongzhong University.

In fact, he didn't eat enough in the morning, and he walked a long way at this time, so he found the university cafeteria and planned to eat some more.

The canteen of the National University has a variety of food, but it is very cheap. It was originally only open to students and teachers, but Ye Chi has a special status and can be regarded as a member of the current school, so he also ate in the school canteen.

Just as Ye Chi sat down and inserted a ball into his mouth, someone patted his shoulder, "Morning."

When Ye Chi turned his head, Song Zheng took a bowl of shredded pork noodles and sat beside him.

Ye Chi subconsciously distanced himself.

"Hello, Director Song."

Ye Chi didn't want to talk to him at first, but couldn't help but glanced at him, seeing that there was spring in his peach blossom eyes, and his shirt was unbuttoned two times.

Looking at it again, I saw some strange marks on the neck.

"You finished your art class, and you still have shoeshine?"

Ye Chi: "Well, money is tight recently."

Song Zheng chuckled, I heard, then you owe a lot of money.

Ye Chi turned back mercilessly, "Can you still hear about this matter?" Asked him behind his back, he just said it.

"Did you speak in this tone in front of Fu Lin?" Song Zheng asked curiously, taking a mouthful of noodles.

Ye Chi took a bite of the marinated egg: "Mr. Fu is upright and worthy of my respect."

"Pfft." Song Zheng didn't finish eating the noodles in one mouthful, and sprayed them out.

"It's so funny, not to mention you satirizing me for being dishonest, but Fu Lin, how can I be upright?"

Ye Chi was sitting upright, Fu Lin was his employer now, and if it was ambiguous, he was the financial sponsor, so he had to blow rainbow farts well.

"No comment." Ye Chi said.

Song Zheng coughed wildly, coughing while laughing, "Does Fu Lin know what you said about him?"

Ye Chi ignored him.

Song Zheng turned his head sideways, supported his head with one hand, and looked at Ye Chi's side face, "Actually, Ye Chi's conditions are so good, I have a job to make money here, do you want to do it?"

When Ye Chi heard about Qian, he was a little interested, "What?"

"I have a friend who owns a suit shop, and recently he is going to vote in a newspaper. He saw the promotional photos of other shops and it was a bit unsightly, so he asked me to recommend some models to him."

When Ye Chi heard this, he became interested.

"The pictures in the newspaper?"

When Song Zheng saw Ye Chi for the first time, he felt that Ye Chi was unusual. Ordinary people were quite stiff when posing, and he was not sure about the posture he presented.

But Ye Chi is different, he seems to have been used to posing for a long time, and he has long known how to pose to look good.

There is no need to correct it at all, it is born to eat this bowl of rice.

"Would you like to try it? The salary is very generous." Song Zheng's ending voice turned upwards, with a hint of temptation.

Ye Chi always felt that Song Zheng was unreliable. Although this job sounded reliable, Ye Chi didn't make a decision right away.

"I'll think it over."

……

Today, I changed the action, rolled up my sleeves to expose my arms, hugged my hands, and sat on a small bench with a pensive expression.

Song Zheng followed along, picked up the drawing board, and drew while instructing his classmates.

Until the end, Song Zheng had the appearance of being a teacher by example, and he gave clear instructions.

At noon, Ye Chi finally got rid of Song Zheng and ate in the restaurant by himself.

I thought Song Zheng would follow, but was called away by other teachers.

Ye Chi strolled around Zhongli University for a long time after eating, and arrived at the school gate on time at two o'clock to wait for Zhang Qiuyang.

As soon as he left the school gate, Ye Chi saw the black tin car.

Just as he was about to wave his hand, Song Zheng came out from the side of the road.He smiled happily, knocked on the window, and the rear seat window opened.

He stuck his head in, not knowing what to do.

Just still smiling ambiguously.

Zhang Qiuyang stuck his head out of the window and saw Ye Chi: "Xiao Ye, this way!"

Song Zheng went straight into the back seat.

Ye Chi walked over and opened the car door, hesitant to get in, a little crowded.

Fu Lin raised his eyes and said, "Sit in front."

Ye Chi felt relieved and got into the co-pilot.

"Ye Chi, don't you know? I have mine today too."

Song Zheng is the head of the art department, and it is normal to exhibit a painting.

Ye Chi: "Congratulations."

Along the way, Fu Lin didn't speak, Song Zheng kept on talking, his long peach eyes always looked at Ye Chi in the rearview mirror.

Ye Chi tilted his head and looked out the window, Zhang Qiuyang drove seriously.

The exhibition is located in the city hall, which occupies a large area. Zhang Qiuyang went to park the car, and Ye Chi followed Song Zheng and Fu Lin.

The two seem to be familiar with each other, and they can catch up when they talk occasionally.

The exhibition hall is large, surrounded by glass, and the lighting is excellent. As soon as Ye Chi walked in, he was directly attracted by the paintings in the center of the hall.

Because in one of them, the person painted on it is Song Zheng.

Song Zheng was half naked, with a sheet wrapped around his body, looking as if he had just woken up.

Between the eyebrows and eyes is full of anger.

Ye Chi could even imagine some kind of discordant picture.

Like just after sex, like before starting...

Song Zheng hooked Ye Chi's shoulder, "How is it, does it look good?"

Ye Chi nodded: "I don't know much about painting, but this painting is very beautiful."

It turned out that it wasn't Song Zheng who had the painting, but Song Zheng was in the painting. Although the technique was different, Ye Chi could only guess that it was Fu Lin's painting.

"Let go of your hand," and then Fu Lin's cold voice suddenly came, and Song Zheng smiled, "Tsk tsk tsk." But he still didn't take his hand back.

Ye Chi loosened his shoulders knowingly, and got out from between his arms.

"I'll go over there to have a look." Ye Chi turned around and saw another somewhat weird painting. He couldn't see the face clearly, so he could only lie on the huge bed with his back on his back and sink into it.

It was like being stuck in a quagmire and unable to get out.

This should also belong to Fu Lin.

I can't tell who it is from this back, but Ye Chi looks like his previous figure.However, there is a layer of tulle covering her body, which finds a balance between darkness and beauty.

Great.

It would be great if I could just show my back when I was a nude model, but I'm afraid it's not realistic.

After Ye Chi had finished appreciating, Fu Lin and Song Zheng were dragged by their peers to discuss, and many newspapers had already started interviewing them.

Ye Chi found Zhang Qiuyang, said hello, and prepared to withdraw.

Just before going out, Ye Chi heard Fu Lin introducing his own paintings on the center stage.

It is to introduce the painting with a bare back.

"There is no model in this painting, it's just my own imagination, that's all." Although Fu Lin's cold voice was separated by some distance, he could still hear it clearly.

Immediately someone asked: "Then this should be Mr. Fu's ideal human body?"

Fu Lin didn't refute, but he didn't say yes either, "Maybe maybe I saw it in a dream."

Ye Chi stood at the door, turned to leave, and Ye Chi heard Song Zheng's voice from a distance: "This is my self-portrait, completed in front of a full-length mirror..."

Ye Chi paused, suddenly feeling a little childish.

The author has something to say: Fu Lin: Today's performance is sucking leaf pools, and it's so cool...!

Ye Chi: Can you suck your neck honestly?What kind of words do you squat down! ?