He Xiyan went back to her dormitory, still flushing slightly.
At this time, she was alone in the dormitory. All three of her roommates might have gone for dinner.
She sat at her desk, her crystal clear eyes blinking constantly.
After a while, she took out her picture book from the box as well as two more paintbrushes.
While writing, she wore a light smile around the corners of her mouth. The painting she drew of him was when he was reading just now. He sat on a red wooden chair with a book as thick as a dictionary on his leg.
He was serious and focused, as if the noise around him had no effect on him at all.
A very simple pencil sketch, but it took He Xiyan almost 40 minutes to complete. She carefully considered every line of the painting, for fear that it did not look alike and that it might not be able to show his temperament and charm.
‘If Only I Could Make A Friend.’
He Xiyan suddenly wanted to get acquainted with him, though she knew it was impossible.
When He Xiyan finished painting, it was almost seven o’clock in the evening. There were only some dishes that didn’t look very nice in the canteen, but she did not care. She had some pumpkin soup for about two yuan, potato shreds for 2.5 yuan together with rice for 0.5 yuan.
Almost every meal she would keep it within five yuan, so that her monthly expense on food would not exceed 500 yuan.
She had to earn her own living expenses and tuition, so she never dared to spend too much money.
She seldom bought clothes, shoes and skin care products, perhaps only once or twice a semester.
Of course, she also had other expenses, such as telephone fares, Internet fares, transportation fares, money on paint brushes and paints, fees on attending school activities occasionally, and the management cost of the house, etc.
Even if she spent the least, it would still cost her 1200 to 1500 yuan a month.
She had to earn every cent of the money herself.
In the evening, her roommates all went out to have fun. Yang Jing called her and asked if she would go to sing. They were in KTV. She wanted to go as well, but she couldn’t.
After all, she had to draw and study at night.
In addition to the knowledge and skills she learned in class, she also spent more than 300 yuan buying a set of online video courses, to learn mobile UI interface design and animation design.
She majored in graphic design and would make and polish drawings in the future. She had asked some elder brothers and sisters on the Internet. After graduation, their salary was not high. Many of them only earned a few thousand yuan a month. Therefore, she hoped that she could master more skills and find better work after graduation.
She wished that she could afford a house and a car in the future and have some place of her own in the beautiful and prosperous Ye City. Besides, she would have a boyfriend who worked and lived in the city. Then they could strive together.
He Xiyan started the online course she bought, then put on the earphone, and listened to the class carefully, and sometimes made notes. After finishing the class, she would try to apply the knowledge she just learned to practice, and tried designing some patterns or logos by herself.
Today, she also applied for an account on a part-time website and successfully registered as a part-time designer.
In this way, she might have the opportunity to pick up orders on the Internet in the future, so as to make some simple page designs for some small shops or institutions, such as menus, publicity pages, posters, etc.
She didn’t have any experience, so the charge was very low. Other people’s charge for publicity pages was around 150 yuan to 300 yuan for 1P. She, however, only charged 50 yuan for 1P. She intended to accumulate more experience, while how much money she could earn was not that important.
