Chapter 40 Thawing Snow

Chapter 40: Chapter 40 Thawing SnowGu Qimiao followed Fang Shaobei to a small building on the edge of the school. This was the exam venue; usually, there were fewer people here, and standing on the upper floors afforded a beautiful and spectacular view of the school. "Have you finished the assignment I gave you?" "It’s not called an assignment, it’s work!" "Whatever you call it, have you finished it?" "There’s one painting left, but there’s no rush to submit it. I’ll finish it slowly when I get back." Fang Shaobei looked into the distance and suddenly said, "Paint." "Huh?" Gu Qimiao was puzzled, followed his line of sight, and then asked, "Paint this?" "Yes." "Mr. Fang, aren’t you busy?" "I have time, paint." Gu Qimiao was silent for a moment, thinking that she had all her painting supplies, so she got to work. Fang Shaobei went inside the studio and brought out a chair to sit on, leisurely basking in the winter sun. Sometimes his gaze fell on the melting snow outside, and sometimes it settled on Gu Qimiao who was quietly painting. The moment she started creating, she became very absorbed. The theme of "melting snow" was quite fitting, as the exhibition was set in early spring. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Gu Qimiao held a palette, meticulously transferring the beautiful scenery in front of her onto the canvas. By the time she was almost done, her hands were covered in various paints. "Mr. Fang! How does it look?" Gu Qimiao, like a child seeking approval, turned the easel towards his line of sight, looking at him expectantly. Fang Shaobei nodded, "Good, just touch up the colors a bit, and then refine the gloss when you get back." After giving his feedback, he stood up from the chair. Gu Qimiao intended to paint for a while longer, but then the phone in her bag suddenly rang. Glancing at the time, she guessed who it might be, so she quickly put down her paintbrush and palette, and fished her phone out of her bag. "I’ve arrived at the gallery, come out." "Huh? I’m at the art school right now." "Art school? What are you doing there?" Without waiting for her response, he continued, "Wait there." The gallery wasn’t far from the art school, and he was driving, so she was worried he might get upset if made to wait. She immediately started packing up her art supplies and told Fang Shaobei, "Mr. Fang, I have to go now. I’ll finish the rest at home." He had also been about to leave anyway, so he helped her pack and asked, "Are you going home for dinner? Is your brother home?" "No, my brother is at a competition." "How about we have dinner together tonight then?" Gu Qimiao felt a bit awkward and declined, "Ah? No need... I’m staying at a friend’s place. I’ll treat you another day." Fang Shaobei casually slung her easel over his shoulder, which was easy for a man. Once she had packed up her paintbrushes and walked over, he asked, "Do you have friends in the country?" "Yes... We’ve known each other since before I went abroad." Just as Gu Qimiao walked into the school, Shen Yanchen called again, "Come to the entrance." "Right away!" She ended the call, then turned and took the easel off Fang Shaobei’s shoulder, carrying it herself. "Mr. Fang, my friend is here. I’ll go now. See you tomorrow." Before Fang Shaobei could say anything, she hurriedly ran off. Carrying the easel made her run a bit clumsily, so he started walking towards her. She ran while he walked. When she reached the gate, he was not far behind. Seeing the man who had come to pick her up, he raised an eyebrow. So this was the friend she mentioned? From what he knew, this man didn’t easily make friends with women, did he? Out of curiosity, Fang Shaobei quickened his pace and walked toward them, calling out, "Chen!"