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Fang Chen lingered in front of the studio door.

There are two studios used for classes, plus a preparation room.

The preparation room was very small and was used to store painting tools and miscellaneous items. Fang Chen regarded this place as his own studio.

The office was tense in the past two years, so Fang Chen simply worked here. It was convenient to manage the studio and take classes, and he didn't waste time running around.

Until [-]:[-], Yu Meifang didn't show up.

After urging on the phone, after the first class, Yu Meifang sent a student to open the door with a key.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Chen found that it was empty. When he looked carefully, the oil paintings lined up against the wall on the left were gone. They were all his years of hard work.

"Where are my oil paintings?"

"Ah, what oil painting?" The student was confused.

"Is it right here, against the wall?"

"I don't know. Teacher Yu just gave me the key. She asked you to sort out the documents first and she will be here soon." The student looked innocent.

"Okay, go back to class quickly, don't be late."

Fang Chen walked towards the computer desk in confusion.

Recategorize documents one by one.

When he was almost finished, the sound of high heels could be heard in the corridor. Fang Chen suddenly stood up and looked towards the door.

"Look at how busy I am this morning. It's such a winter day. I'm almost sweating."

With the melodious soprano, Yu Meifang finally appeared at the door.

"Teacher Yu, where are my oil paintings?"

"What oil painting?" Yu Meifang also looked confused, just like the student just now.

"Is it right here, against the wall?" Fang Chen gestured.

"I didn't see it, I just saw some dirty wooden frames piled up there." Yu Meifang looked innocent.

"That's an oil painting with the painting facing inward. The inner wooden frame faces outward. It looks like a wooden frame, but it's actually an oil painting." Fang Chen became a little anxious and his voice became louder.

"You didn't say there were oil paintings here?" Yu Meifang said disapprovingly.

"Where did it go?" Fang Chen asked anxiously.

"Hey, look, I'm so busy. Many people came here yesterday, but I didn't even look at them."

"So who was here yesterday?"

"I didn't pay attention either. It was quite chaotic yesterday."

Fang Chen's face turned pale.

"Don't worry, let me think about it," Yu Meifang's face was full of concern, "Wan Fangfang, Chen Gaofeng, there must be seven or eight people. By the way, it seems that the logistics people will take care of it."

Fang Chen took out his cell phone with trembling hands and called the logistics. After looking for several people, someone said that they were notified to move things very late in the afternoon and sent someone to move the dilapidated tables and chairs. He didn't see them. painting.

Fang Chen was frozen there like cold water pouring on his head.

Looking at Fang Chen's eyes, Yu Meifang hurriedly said:

"Hey, it's all school stuff anyway and can't be thrown away."

"It's not the school's stuff, it's my own." Fang Chen was about to cry.

"Hey, isn't it just a painting? Why would anyone want that thing? I'll look for it later. I have to go to the courtyard for a meeting later, so let's hurry up."

Fang Chen returned to the computer and sat down numbly.

I also blame myself. I was so obsessed with dying two days ago that I forgot to arrange those paintings.

Those paintings were painted two years ago while studying in the advanced oil painting class of the National Academy of Arts.

For each painting, I go to the Baihua Art Store to choose linen, pick the frame, and carry it on my shoulders to the studio of the Art Institute. Then I stretch the linen with the help of my classmates, and then start with the base glue, one layer at a time. The primer is applied layer by layer, and then it is patiently polished bit by bit with sandpaper until the evenly stretched linen on the inner frame becomes a smooth, delicate canvas suitable for painting, and then the preparations for painting are completed. Not to mention how to complete the paintings one by one. Those oil paintings were soaked with three years of hard work, and the entire three years of winter and summer vacations were condensed into these paintings.

I remember that when I graduated, an art dealer bought it at a high price. Fang Chen was reluctant to sell it because he knew that he would rarely have the opportunity to concentrate on painting in the future.

Because the living space at home was too small and there was nowhere to put it, the complex building where the studio was located had been built at that time, so Fang Chen brought all the still life paintings and landscape paintings directly from the National Academy of Arts to the school.

It has been piled in that corner for two years. Over time, people who come in and out every day turn a blind eye and are actually ignored.

It's all my own fault for being negligent and causing a big mistake.

After sorting out teaching materials such as lesson plans and lesson plans, Fang Chen gathered up the courage and wanted to talk to the director. However, Yu Meifang told the director that she had gone out for a meeting and would not be in school all day.

I went to Wan Fangfang, Chen Gaofeng and others to ask if they had seen their paintings, but they all said they hadn't. When asked who locked the door last, they couldn't tell. There were four keys in total, and they were passed around. I don't know who owns it.

Everyone in the department avoided her like the plague. There were still a few people who had been to the studio yesterday but could not be found. They probably all had classes. Fang Chen didn't want to ask. She understood and couldn't ask.

Fang Chen knew that history was repeating itself.

A few years ago, she held an art exhibition for her students. Each of the students in the three classes showed their favorite paintings. The college's publicity office was also very supportive. Since there was no exhibition hall, they lent her the promotional display window on the roadside. Yes, those windows are always empty anyway.

Fang Chen displayed the selected outstanding works in the display windows on both sides of the main road. The two long aisles were colorful. It was a sensation during those two days. All the students in the school gathered in front of the display window as soon as get out of class was over and commented. , admiring.

Unexpectedly, on the morning of five days later, Fang Chen found that the display window had returned to its original bare and dull appearance, with only a few scattered newspapers stuck in the very edge of the display window. She asked everywhere about the whereabouts of the painting. The Publicity Department said it was someone from the trade union who wanted to use the display window. The union said it was someone from the Student Affairs Office who cleaned it up. The Student Affairs Department said it was the Logistics Department. The Logistics Department said they didn't know. It had nothing to do with them. I asked the publicity department and finally found out that the cleaner had swept away the place. When I found the cleaner, he looked confused.

That time, not only Fang Chen was anxious, but the students were also anxious. Students from the three classes spontaneously went to the leaders to track down the whereabouts of the paintings, because the night before, some students returned to the dormitory during evening self-study and saw them from a distance. Someone opened the window with a key and took away the painting. People in those departments said that the students were making unreasonable noises and affecting their work. Aren't they just a pile of crappy paper? Who wants that crap for what? Not only did his department leader not help, but he said that Fang Chen was inciting the students to cause trouble, and he would punish the students if they continued to cause trouble.

In the end, the matter was settled, and Fang Chen felt guilty for a long time. He was even embarrassed to look into the eyes of the students during class.

From then on, Fang Chen vowed never to hold an exhibition again.

Fang Chen knew that she was clumsy, so it would be better if she kept silent about this matter this time. If she continued to ask questions without knowing what was going on, there might be many unpleasant words and dirty water waiting for her.

Fang Chen felt empty in his heart and wandered by the artificial lake for a long time.

At noon, I waited until it was almost past dinner time, then took advantage of the empty canteen to have a quick meal.

I was reading in the library in the afternoon and burst into tears as I read it. Fortunately, it was class time and she was the only one in the reading room.

In this way, Fang Chen cried once while reading a novel, cried once while reading a picture album, and cried once while reading professional materials on agriculture and forestry. Fang Chen truly and deeply understood what it means to "be moved to tears by the flowers of time, and be startled by the fear of seeing others." Whatever you see triggers your own sadness.

Afraid of being seen crying, Fang Chen washed his face in the bathroom, patted the cool water on his face, and the fire of resentment in his heart subsided a lot.

Looking at his face in the mirror, Fang Chen could hardly recognize his own. No wonder he was called a bitter-faced person. He was really miserable and haggard.

Also, Fang Chen was shocked to realize when his hair had turned white. He pinched a strand of hair on his temples and found that it was indeed white hair.

I go out early and come back late every day. I don't have time to look in the mirror. I don't know what I have become.

I have just turned thirty-six and my hair has turned gray on my temples. Why is life so miserable?

Returning to the reading room, Fang Chen sat blankly for a while, wearing a scarf tightly, but it could not cover his red and swollen eyes. He left the library with his head lowered and walked out of the school along the most secluded path behind the library.

Fang Chen came to the country park again.

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Far away in the sky, the guardian Tingquan watched Fang Chen with his insightful eyes. He was not worried about Fang Chen appearing in the country park. He knew that fission was taking place in Fang Chen's heart at this moment.

I just hope that this fission will develop in a good direction. According to the teaching plan, the study tour will end in ten days. In these ten days, oh, the earth's time is ten years, if Xuan Xuan still can't make a breakthrough, then he really has to Rearranging the study tour would be such a shame...

As if they heard the sound of "pop", the guardian Tingquan touched his face with fear...

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Country parks are deserted.

There were only a few magpies pacing in the snow with their heads held high and their chests held high, as if they were generals, and they chirped loudly from time to time.

Seeing Fang Chen coming over, the magpies screamed even more happily, tilting their heads and looking at Fang Chen curiously with their dark round eyes. Fang Chen was very interested in seeing the magpies, and imitated them by chirping twice. The magpies flew away with a cry.

Looking at the magpie that landed not far away, Fang Chen's mood gradually became clearer. The snow squeaked under my feet, and there were two rows of fine hoof marks winding into the distance, left by unknown small animals. The wind blew, and the snow on the trees fell down, falling on my face, feeling cool.

Unknowingly, Fang Chen recited a few lines of poetry:

Why do I have to go once in this life?

Time flies and the white hair is destroyed.

My heart is tired of the worldly world,

There is a landscape in your chest.