Chapter 218 - 214: When Dark Clouds Keep Piling Up
"Painting is largely about luck," he said slowly. "Many painters have been dead for years before their works were discovered."
Qin Guanglin wrapped an arm around He Fang’s shoulders, pulling her closer as he continued, "Look at me, I spent so many days, killed who knows how many brain cells, and only managed a painting of the Dragon Boat Festival. In the end, it was luck that won me an excellent award—just three thousand yuan.
Normally, painting a picture for someone fetches only a few hundred. Nowadays, technology advances, and many images are created directly with computers. Even painting directly with a stylus on a tablet is a thing. The road for traditional painting keeps shrinking. It can only be considered art. Although I want to be a great artist, it isn’t something one can just decide to be. I have to use painting to find a different path for myself. I think comics are quite good... If you really don’t like it—I don’t know if it’s me working at this company or the comics you dislike. If it’s the company, I can quit. If it’s comics, I can learn to be an illustrator or a concept artist. But staying idle at home just won’t do. If I waste a few years and make no progress, what will I have to marry you with... um..."
Qin Guanglin spoke earnestly to He Fang, but she didn’t want to hear any of his "nonsense." She cupped his face and stopped him mid-sentence.
After a while, He Fang let go, retreated to her seat, and leaned back, "Let’s skip it, no more about that."
"Alright." Qin Guanglin wiped his mouth, tilted his body, and rested his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes, "You just focus on being a good teacher. Leave the rest to me, and don’t worry."
He Fang didn’t respond, just softly turned her head to rest against his, quietly watching the scenery outside the window.
Sometimes she wondered if she was being overly cautious, but when both their futures and family were involved, being extra careful wasn’t too much.
Spending four days in the hospital over the National Day holiday with a not-so-serious injury on her head was a lesson fate had taught her.
As night fell, the high-speed train arrived at Luo City. Dressed in blue jeans and a white coat, He Fang and Qin Guanglin, wearing a duckbill cap, stood outside Luo City Station. They took a deep breath while looking at the neon lights shimmering in the night and the traffic passing by.
It had only been a week, yet it felt like they hadn’t been home in a long time.