Re-enactment of Boyhood [Rebirth]

Guo Jingyu had just put his belongings in the studio, when he heard a commotion outside the door, talking and laughing from far to near, and soon a group of students opened the door and came in.

There are mostly girls in the class, and the one who maintains discipline is also a female teacher. She looks to be in her twenties, with shawl hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She looks very gentle and speaks softly. .The female teacher saw Guo Jingyu and the others in the classroom, and asked politely, "Are you new students in the art class?"

"Teacher, this is a new classmate, I'm not." Song Zhuoran pointed to Guo Jingyu, introduced her, and then said with a smile: "I'm from the student union, the director asked me to come over and ask about your studio. Whether it is enough or not, our student union is just next door, and we can help to free up another classroom, everything is on your side, and we try our best to meet the learning needs of the students."

The female teacher smiled and said, "Thank you very much. Two studios are enough. There are only about forty students in our class. Two studios are enough."

Song Zhuoran spoke very politely, and asked some other questions. When he saw the students in the class setting up the easel, he helped them out.He still walks with a slight limp, and his foot injury has not healed. After walking around in front of Guo Jingyu twice, Guo Jingyu couldn't sit still—Squad Leader Song swayed back and forth in front of him, and he couldn't see the front at all. Talking about talking to the teacher, Song Zhuoran completely blocked him, unable to communicate with others.

Guo Jingyu got up and said, "Let me come, Squad Leader Song, take a rest."

Song Zhuoran said: "I'll come, you rest, how can I let you move things!"

Guo Jingyu said: "Don't, don't, you're still on crutches, don't get hurt again."

Song Zhuoran blushed, scratched his head and said, "I'm much better. I don't need to use a cane now. If I walk slowly, I'll be fine. It was an accident that day. I'm usually in good physical condition."

There were not many things to be placed. Guo Jingyu was too familiar with the studio, so he went to help and quickly put them together. By the way, he chatted with other students in the class to get to know each other.There are few boys in the art class, and there are only a dozen or so people in the studios on both sides. Guo Jingyu’s side is a little more, and we can make up seven or eight. These boys are all sitting in the back row, and Guo Jingyu happens to be in their In the corner, there is no need to move any more.

Song Zhuoran circled around him twice, and asked in a low voice: "Jing Yu, can you sit here?"

Guo Jingyu said: "Okay."

"Is it too far back?" Song Zhuoran looked at him, and then at the still life in the front row, "How about I help you move there first and fix the position so that you won't have to move it yourself."

Guo Jingyu hurriedly stopped him and said, "It's really unnecessary. There are two or three groups of still lifes in the classroom. Everyone draws in a circle, not all of them are the same." Look how it looks like the silly golden retriever in the neighbor's house, "Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask other people, I didn't lie to you."

Song Zhuoran really limped up to the front to ask, but he didn't know what stupid thing he said, which made the girls in front burst into laughter.

Song Zhuoran stayed in the art class for a while, turned left and right, and left after a while.

The teacher in the art class was surnamed Jin. Teacher Jin explained the discipline to everyone, placed the plaster statues, and then came to Guo Jingyu's side specially, and taught the new students all morning.

Since Guo Jingyu came to study art, he didn't plan to hide it, and talent can't be hidden, so he let himself go.

Sitting there, Teacher Jin originally planned to give him a demonstration, and was patiently teaching him how to sharpen a pencil. She was sharpening on her side, while Guo Jingyu had already picked up a brush and started drawing plaster figures.She just said, "Pay attention to the body of the characters." The new classmate has already finished the shape with a few strokes, and she said: "After the shape, it is to observe the light and shade of the characters. Look at the facial expression of this Masai, the change of this angle Find out the relationship between light and dark..."

It was the first time for Teacher Jin to realize that what she said was not as fast as the students' drawing, almost the moment she was about to say something, the new classmate had already done it, which surprised her very much. She looked down at the name tag on his student ID card and smiled. Said: "Guo Jingyu, have you ever learned to draw before?"

Guo Jingyu brushed the color sideways, and nodded: "I have learned a little bit."

"The technique is very professional. Where did you learn it? Which teacher from the Academy of Fine Arts instructed you?"

"Our neighbor is learning to paint."

"Did you learn from the other party?"

"...Just be encouraged, mainly because I am more talented myself."

Guo Jingyu couldn't find any other excuses. After all, he hadn't entered the Academy of Fine Arts at the moment. He thought that his painting skills were trained by Mr. Zhong from the Central Academy of Fine Arts. The old gentleman mainly focused on oil painting. He was very fond of him, and later he went to run a gallery. Mr. Zhong even came to see him specially once, and said a few words about him, but he still gave him a few paintings of his own to help support the facade.

Guo Jingyu is regarded as the old man's closed-door student, and the senior brother above randomly picks out one or two people who are well-known in the circle. Sitting in the studio and competing with a group of high school students at the moment, it is like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer , like cheating, Guo Jingyu was a little embarrassed to bully them too much.

He is no longer at the level of the exam, and he accompanied Mr. Zhong to mark the papers, but what he read was not the national high school papers, and his level was higher.

He couldn't use other reasons now, but he thought of Grandma Fan that Guo's mother had been talking about. It seemed that Grandma Fan's children also learned to paint, so he just dealt with it casually.

Teacher Jin looked at him with bright eyes, as if he picked up a baby bump!

If other students say they have talent, they are definitely bragging, but when it comes to Guo Jingyu, Teacher Jin feels that this person underestimates himself too much. This is not just talent, it is simply a little genius!

Teacher Jin watched him finish the painting, staring with bated breath, afraid of disturbing him, and didn't say a word for more than an hour.

Other students took several hours or even a day to finish the painting. This new student almost completed it in one go. It was as if he could write silently with a glance and bowed his head. The painting was completed very quickly.

Teacher Jin's heart is about to burst out. She is a professional teacher specially invited by Chengnan No. [-] Middle School. She has only supervised students for two years. It's just a graduate from a normal school, this time, maybe a student from the Academy of Fine Arts will be born!

Guo Jingyu was very polite, he pushed the drawing over for the teacher to comment on it.

Teacher Jin looked left and right, only nodded and said yes, and smiled until his eyes rolled, "Jing Yu, you drew this very well, there is no problem with the plaster statue, and I can definitely keep up with everyone. Do you remember to paint the colors tomorrow?" Prepare some paints and tools, oh, I'll ask the class monitor to tell you—" She stood up, looked forward, and shouted, "Fan Jiali, come here!"

A girl with a ponytail in the front came over, looking pretty, with a pencil in her hand, "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Teacher Jin said: "Tell your new classmate about the tools you want to buy. If it's convenient, take him to the painting material store to buy them. I'll give you a class in advance. We will have the gouache class tomorrow, so don't delay."

Fan Jiali readily agreed, looked at Guo Jingyu's painting curiously, blinked, and looked at herself again.

Guo Jingyu can actually buy it himself, but Teacher Jin is so tight with his baby now that he gave a lesson ahead of time for Fan Jiali to accompany him.When he walked out of the studio, Guo Jingyu said: "Squad leader, I can buy those by myself, so go and do your own work, don't need to accompany me."

Fan Jiali didn't bother, she nodded and said, "Okay."

After speaking, he turned and went back to the studio for class.

Guo Jingyu got enough time for one class, and didn't want to delay even a minute, so he quickly ran back to the teaching building to attend the culture class.

The last section was self-study, Guo Jingyu tiptoed in from the back door of the classroom, Li Tongzhou was facing the window with his face propped up on one hand, and was seriously reading.He walked lightly and sat back on the stool, picked up the book and coughed lightly.

Li Tongzhou was stunned, turned around and saw him stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "Why are you back?"

Holding the book in his hands, Guo Jingyu said righteously, "Come back and study."

Li Tongzhou smiled lightly, reached out to shake his hand, Guo Jingyu dodged twice, and said in a low voice, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Li Tongzhou put the earphones in his hand, "Let me listen to you."

Guo Jingyu was overjoyed, looked at the earphones and looked at Li Tongzhou who looked expectant, and touched him with his shoulder, "Are you stupid, how can you hold it in your hand and listen so blatantly?"

"Then how do you hear it?"

"Put the headphone cable in the sleeve, look at it," Guo Jingyu put the headphone cable in the sleeve of his clothes, and then imitated Li Tongzhou's one-handed face just now, and when he lifted it up again, the headphones shrank back into the school uniform Sleeve, "See, this is the best strategy for eavesdropping in class..."

"Jing Yu." Li Tongzhou suddenly reached out to take it back.

"Don't stretch out your hand, I haven't listened yet!"

As soon as Guo Jingyu plugged in the earphones to listen, he saw Li Tongzhou look behind him.

Guo Jingyu felt bad.

Looking back, I saw the half face of their homeroom teacher at the back door, staring at them with piercing eyes.

The head teacher of Class Seven had just returned from a meeting, intending to see how the class discipline was. Standing at the back door before he could do anything else, he saw Guo Jingyu fiddle with earphone cables. He went in and knocked on the table, looking at him sullenly, "Take it out yourself."

Guo Jingyu handed him the earphones with an innocent look on his face.

The teacher in charge said: "What are you doing with earphones? What about your Walkman?"

Over there, Li Tongzhou also stood up, took out an MP3 and handed it over.

Holding the last hope, the head teacher listened to himself, trying to find out that No.1 in their class listened to English listening related to learning, even English songs were fine—turn on the play button, and the song that sounded in it was "Streaming" Your face with tears is constantly circling in my mind." The class teacher was about to burst into tears, and said with pain: "You also go out together, and you will be fined to stand for 10 minutes."

It was the first time that Li Tongzhou was punished to stand. Before leaving, he took the book and stood in the corridor with a calm expression, as if he had come out to get some air.

Guo Jingyu asked him: "Why did you suddenly listen to Ren Xianqi's song?"

Li Tongzhou thought for a while before saying, "I don't know either."

Guo Jingyu laughed, "I don't know if you still listen?"

"I want to help you find some and save them. You can listen to them while you are drawing." Li Tongzhou said, "This way you won't be bored."

This is what Guo Jingyu said casually before. When Li Tongzhou gave him earphones, he praised him along the way. He didn't expect this person to remember it in his heart.Guo Jingyu lowered his head and smiled, leaning on his shoulder and whispered: "Hey, Li Tongzhou, you can accompany me to buy paint after school, and I'll go to your house in the evening and make you small wontons, okay?"

"it is good."