Madam escaped

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At this time, I received another call from Lao Qi.On the phone, he asked me to find a way to stay for one more day, even half a day.The meaning between the words seems to be that whether I can appear in class has a lot to do with his performance.

"Teaching honestly can only ensure that you will not starve or survive. You also know that the situation in my hometown is not good. If I hadn't won the place to stay in school, Liu Zhilan and I would definitely not be able to get together. Now the school has also been restructured, and the implementation is The contract system, a person like me with a weak family and no evidence, is definitely the easiest to be replaced. Please help me, for Liu Zhilan's sake..."

After listening to his words, only two lines of poems came to my mind: the rich wine and meat stinks, and the road has starved bones.In the face of reality, is it important to maintain dignity or to survive?In other words, is it important to live well, or is it more important to live better than others?

How can I be better than him, it seems that I have achieved something, but in fact, I have nothing, even love has been denied by me, what else can I laugh at him?

In the end, I agreed to him and changed the ticket for half a month.

After Julie, Jenny and other staff members who came with me left, I couldn't live in such a luxurious and high-end hotel any longer, so I followed Lao Qi to the school with my luggage on my back.

On the way to the classroom, he thanked me again and again, but I didn't even bother to listen, but looked at these places I used to pass often, feeling a sense of emotion in my heart, as unrealistic as a dream.

He took me to the big classroom. When I opened the door, it was full of hundreds of students, as well as my former teachers and professors, and even a few leaders of the school. What surprised me was that there were two cameras. The cannon was pointed at me.

All these made me surprised and uncomfortable, disgusted and had to bite the bullet and walk in.

The leader is Lao Qi. He gave a lot of introductory remarks excitedly, saying that I am the result of the cooperative education between the East and the West, and that my paintings are the foundation laid by the academy. The clothing show on display is considered to be a representative of the oriental classics being recognized by the west and spread in the west.

After exchanging greetings and greetings, he handed over the podium to me.

Originally, I thought, at most, it was like a small class, communicating in front of a dozen of his students.However, judging from this posture, this is not only a big class time, but also something related to news and school publicity.

If it is abroad, I can just rub a ball of paper and throw it on the table to let the students diverge their thinking, and then express their opinions and discuss it.

However, this is China, and there are students under the system in front of me, as well as my former teachers and leaders present.I can neither be as casual as abroad, nor let them paint like professional courses, and it is even more impossible to really teach them professional courses.I can only curse Lao Qi secretly, you have caused me misery.

While I was staring at them with big eyes, I saw some students had printouts of my paintings on their desks, so I asked them to take them up, and then I took out this piece of "Life" and pasted it on the blackboard, and began to narrate: " In front of my teachers and leaders, I am definitely not qualified to talk about majors and theories to everyone. The only thing I can share with you should be my painting experience and understanding. What schools and teachers can teach us are skills and directions, but really What requires us to work hard is not only to practice skills well, but also to think about reality from a critical point of view, and integrate daily thinking into paintings. Without thinking, paintings will have no soul, and if we cannot paint works with soul, we can only One who can be called a painter, not a painter or an artist."

At this time, a student raised his hand and asked, "Then what is the soul of these paintings of yours? In my opinion, they are just graffiti. Could it be that you are a painter if you paint something that people can't understand?"

At this time, everyone began to discuss, including me. After thinking for a few minutes, I replied: "Before painting, you need to conceive. This is the most basic truth. However, I think we are human beings, not machines. We Not only can I follow the steps, but also have emotions and make mistakes, which makes people feel painful or happy. I don’t judge my paintings. Maybe any child can paint better than me. I can only say , in the eyes of some people, they are scribbles; in the eyes of others, they may represent different meanings, just like, the same finger, some people see it as a number one, while others see it as a road .”

After saying this, my teacher nodded with a smile, which inevitably gave me some confidence, and continued: "I was as confused as everyone else on the road to study, and even got lost in France, a country where talented people gather. I lost my self-confidence and thought I shouldn't continue painting this path."

This self-deprecation and self-analysis aroused everyone's curiosity and affection. Some students asked: "What happened later? How did you overcome it?"

"Later, there was a very good friend who taught me a lot, how to correctly view the excellence of others, how to be myself, and how to enjoy every moment. She told me what is thinking to guide behavior. These teachers have taught me , but it is difficult for us to really learn it before we fully understand it.”

"Then this friend you speak of is French?"

Following her question, a beautiful smiling face appeared in my mind, and I replied calmly: "No, she is Chinese, and she also graduated from this school. Like everyone here, she is an artist. Tie."

……

This class should be considered complete, everyone is very happy, the leader and the teacher even took a group photo with me.

The happiest one was naturally Lao Qi, who sent everyone away with a red face as if he had eaten a banquet, and then dragged me to go to his house for dinner.

☆、Chapter 86

After eating at their house, Sister Liu took me to the place I rented before.She told me that this place had been demolished and rebuilt two years ago. After me, Zhou Manting bought this suite, so when it was rebuilt, it was allocated a large living room with a total area of ​​160 square meters.

"Is that so, then this is her house?" This possibility slowed down my pace.

Sister Liu took out the key and said: "That's what I said, but she has always given me the house key, but she has never lived in it herself. Seeing what she means, keeping the memory here is more important than owning the house. "

While speaking, she had already opened the door of the room. After turning on the lights, the decoration inside was very bright, with crystal lights installed, very beautiful.

What really broke me down was when I went in, I saw the movable wooden step stools that I personally customized, the kitchen utensils that I have cooked many times, and the old refrigerators, sofas, and the bedrooms that I once slept on. Beds, used cabinets filled with vacuum-packed clothes and quilts.

What has changed is the environment, and what has not changed are those objects and memories, just like that, preserved by a stubborn and capable girl.

If I really die, then this is the past related to me that she has sealed forever;