When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

When he arrived at the gallery, Qi Yan just wanted to thank Jiang Shui. He saw him carefully watching the paintings displayed on the wall, very interested.

Qi Yan walked over, pointing to the picture he was watching, and said, "This is a junior high school student in our gallery."

After hearing this, Jiang Shui's eyes crossed with a little surprise: "Are junior high school students..."

"Yes, a very talented child." Qi Yan pointed in a circle: "Hang on the wall, all painted by the children of the gallery, the largest is the university, the smallest has just entered the first day."

Jiang Shui's eyes shone with yearning light: "Hey, then they are really not bad..."

Faintly hearing a longing of expectation and expectation from his tone, Qi Yan shifted his gaze and stammered: "For example, if you want to learn, you can come to learn... Ah! I am just expressing gratitude to you That’s it! Although you’ve been busy doing business, but how can I help me. Mian, Mian is difficult for you to study, without spending money..."

After speaking, Qi Yan regretted it. Suddenly speaking such words would be like an invitation, what if he misunderstood...

Thinking, Qi Yan's eyes quietly looked at Jiangshui, and found that he was also blinking at himself.

After being caught, Qi Yan's face turned red suddenly: "You, look at what I do! Who wants you to look at me!"

Jiang Shui shook his head dullly and said softly, "I don't learn how to paint."

Hearing his words, a trace of desolation flashed on Qi Yan's face, but in the next second he concealed the past very well: "Of course it would be better not to come--"

"But I will come." Jiang Shui ignored Qi Yan's words, and naturally accepted: "I like it here."

Qi Yan choked, and the joy in his heart sprang up, but his mouth twitched and said: "Aren't you not learning painting, don't come without learning? Where can I have time to welcome you as an idle person..."

"But, I want to come." Jiang Shui said seriously: "Don't you say you want to thank me."

You are responsible for what you say. Jiang Shui's face-covered "You have to honor the promise" certification Yang made Qi Yan unable to refuse.

For a long time, Qi Yan coughed softly and said, "Forget it, come if you want, but I won't entertain you."

"Well, I will be good." I don't know how misleading Jiang Shui's words are.

Qi Yan's ears were red, and he walked arbitrarily towards his office: "Follow, keep up! I'll leave you alone!"

Although I have given the Jiangshui Pass, I can come to the gallery anytime, anywhere, but if I say thank you, there is really no practical expression.

At noon, Qi Yan decided to invite Jiang Shui for dinner. Jiang Shui did not shy away, and ordered what he wanted to eat.

Silently speaking, the restaurant was settled, and when he was about to put on his coat and left, he suddenly walked in to a teacher who taught painting.

"Mr. Qi, that..." The teacher wanted to say something, looked at the river, and looked at Qi Yan again and again.

Jiang Shui did not speak, but left the room on his own.

In fact, Qi Yan didn't need him to leave, but Jiang Shui wanted to leave, which means he was not interested in what the teacher was about to say.

Looking squarely at the female teacher, Qi Yan asked, "Teacher Xu, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Qi... This is the case. I want to know, which teacher is responsible for this oil painting competition this year?"

Qi Yan's eyes dimmed. He knows that many teachers in this competition have a glimpse of the position of "instructor". If you become famous, the people in this position will be more glorious than the contestants, and you will become famous in the painting and calligraphy world.

In this competition, Qi Yan's gallery is bound to be won, that is to say, a chance of success and success, and anyone who falls on it can attract wolf-like eyes.

To be honest, Qi Yan has not yet decided which teacher to hand over. After all, he hopes that the person sitting in this position deserves his name.

"Sorry, I can't disclose it yet." Qi Yan refused: "When there is news, I will notify you as soon as possible."

"Mr. Qi, let's be honest, I really need this opportunity." The female teacher looked embarrassed: "Mr. Qi, can you give me this opportunity, please..."

The female teacher in front of her is not old, and she has only been working in the gallery for two years. Her drawing skills are good, but I don't know if she is young or impetuous. In short, her drawing level has always stayed at her initial achievements. Even for two years, there has not been much progress.

Qi Yan excluded her from the beginning as a tutor.

"Sorry, this matter is not my own responsibility. And you find me in private like this, which is unfair to other teachers."

Qi Yan's refusal embarrassed the female teacher. She grabbed her clothes and said, "When will we go out to talk about this, Mr. Qi, I invite you to dinner, please don't refuse it."

"Oh no……"

"I'm here in Victoria at 8pm on Saturday night. That's it." The female teacher finished and quickly turned around and walked away like she was afraid that Qi Yan would refuse: "Then I won't disturb Mr. Qi at 8pm on Saturday night." See you all!"

Qi Yan frowned at the disappearing back of the other party. He didn't like this kind of person very much, no matter what hardship she had.

Qi Yan instantly fell to the freezing point, Qi Yan squeezed the hand holding his jacket, unable to calm his emotions for a long time.

"Are you still eating?" The indifferent voice of the river came from the door: "Let's go and eat."

"...Well." Qi Yan put on his coat and walked over: "Since you are invited to dinner, it shouldn't matter if you wait a while."

Qi Yan wanted to say'Sorry, I've waited a long time', but when I thought about it, I said something that was not right in my heart.

Jiang Shui didn't say anything, but naturally followed Qi Yan. He didn't know if he had heard the dialogue between the female teacher and Qi Yan outside the half-covered door.

Jiang Shui chose a unique clay pot restaurant. The ingredients in the pot are all exclusive recipes and slowly cooked in clay pots. After entering the store, you can smell a unique aroma.

After choosing a few dishes and asking for another pot of sake, Qi Yan sat across the river and boredly looked at the scenery outside the window.

The sky is blue, as if washed by water. Occasionally a cloud floated over the sky and water blue, with a touch of nature's freshness.

"How long has the gallery opened?" Jiang Shui asked suddenly.

Qi Yan propped up his chin and said, "Five years."

After the fall, it was six years.

"But you don't look big." Jiang Shui held out his big hand and compared the air: "No matter how it looks or how..."

"Enough to shut up for me." Qi Yan squinted and squinted. "No talking, just wait for dinner."