The Romance of a Young Painter

The next morning, Zhou Nianjiu took the test papers to the head teacher, the Chinese teacher, to clarify his doubts.

The head teacher roughly scanned his answer sheet and said: "A beautiful day is not difficult to write, but it is rare to get a high score. Generally, it is rare to lose such a serious situation, but your composition lacks emotion throughout, so The score is not high."

Zhou Nianjiu only scored 40 points for the composition this time, which is considered a failure, so he asked, "Teacher, how can I improve?"

"I noticed that you got a high score in your dissertation in the last monthly exam. At that time, the whole essay was well-founded and logical, which is your strong point, but this time the narrative essay is not ideal. It may be because you There is still room for improvement in emotional expression," said the class teacher, "I remember that both Xu Yingzi and Meng Xing got high marks. Xu Yingzi's writing is graceful and delicate, while Meng Xing's narrative is wonderful. Both have their own strengths and weaknesses. You can refer to their compositions. .”

"Okay," Zhou Nianjiu said, "Teacher, as you said, I really can't handle the part of writing emotions."

"Creation comes from reality. Try to integrate the emotions of real life into the text, and people who see it will naturally feel it."

"This is very similar to the principle of painting." Zhou Nianjiu blurted out.

The homeroom teacher has heard about Zhou Nianjiu's situation for a long time. Although she doesn't understand why a student with a bright future in painting is transferred to her class, but Zhou Nianjiu's performance in cultural subjects is there. She is still happy to see such a gifted student join. It is successful and is willing to spend time to give pointers.

"It's like this, whether it's painting or writing, everything has something in common, which is generally called a law. Some people are held hostage by invisible laws throughout their lives, while others discover the laws. And learn to infer other things from one instance. Zhou Nianjiu, your experience in painting can be used in writing.”

But I am facing the same problem in painting, teacher, Zhou Nianjiu couldn't help frowning.

Zhou Nianjiu knows that there are various ideas about painting, but what he wants to do now is to find his own way. Which one is sweeter, depravity or holiness, and which is easier to empathize with, pain or joy? He wants to experience it for himself. , but the distress is that he has no chance to experience this kind of empathy. Since he can remember, his life can be said to be smooth sailing, so the projection of his emotions on him eventually becomes a faint projection, and it is difficult to set off ripples in the lake of heart , not to mention the monstrous waves.

Zhou Nianjiu returned to his seat with such distress. When he was still thinking about whether to ask Xu Yingzi or Meng Xing to borrow the test papers first, the head teacher adjusted the seats of the whole class. The method of changing seats was simple and rude. Moved a seat, so Zhou Nianjiu and Meng Xing became new tablemates—this was like helping Zhou Nianjiu make a decision.

"Meng Xing, may I borrow your Chinese test paper for the midterm exam?" Zhou Nianjiu asked.

"Throw it away." Meng Xing said.

"Ah?" Zhou Nianjiu thought he heard it wrong.

"I said throw it away." Meng Xing repeated. He looked at Zhou Nianjiu's photo for a long time yesterday and couldn't figure out what is the attraction of this person. Now that he is in front of him, he decided to spend more time patience.

"That's a pity." Zhou Nianjiu said so, and went directly to Xu Yingzi.

Meng Xing watched helplessly as Zhou Nianjiu walked through most of the class to the girl smiling like a flower, and got her test paper very smoothly.

Zhou Nianjiu went back to his seat and quickly read Xu Yingzi's composition, and found that he couldn't figure out what was so good about this composition. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and prepared to take a picture of the full text to find time to ask Wen Juan to analyze it for him. , he found that his new deskmate Meng Xing was looking at the test paper that had just been placed on his desk expressionlessly, and commented mercilessly: "Pretentious, hypocritical, moaning without illness."

Meng Xing didn't deliberately lower his voice, the words quickly reached the ears of Xu Yingzi over there, the little girl's eyes were red immediately, and then her best friend came to ask Zhou Nianjiu to return the test paper.Zhou Nianjiu pulled back the paper from Meng Xing's hand in embarrassment, sent it back to Xu Yingzi with the visitor and apologized: "I'm sorry."

Xu Yingzi was lying on the table crying, because his face was a mess and he was too embarrassed to look up.

"It's not your fault, it's Meng Xing's fault," Xu Yingzi's best friend gave Meng Xing a hard look.

Although many girls in Wen ([-]) class liked Meng Xing, a cold and handsome guy, but some of them couldn't get used to his arrogant demeanor. Xu Yingzi's best friend fell into this category.

Then the girl turned around and started to remind Zhou Nianjiu: "From now on, it's better to pay attention to whether you and Meng Xing are at the same table, he never saves face for others."

Zhou Nianjiu thanked her for her kindness, and when he returned to his seat, he noticed an extra booklet on the desktop, opened it and found it was a printed and bound sample essay collection, he glanced at Meng Xing suspiciously, and asked: " this is yours?"

Meng Xing didn't deny it: "I found someone to compile a collection of essays with perfect scores. If you have time to read those second-rate articles, why not look through this."

Zhou Nianjiu returned the brochure to Meng Xing and said, "No need, because I have nothing to exchange with you."

Meng Xing didn't pick it up: "It will be there soon, and I'll go somewhere with me after school tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Zhou Nianjiu asked.

"My house." Meng Xing said.

After the seventh class the next day, Zhou Nianjiu followed Meng Xing directly into a Bentley parked next to the school gate. The car quickly turned onto the elevated road and started to move away from the urban area. It turned into a tree-lined road on the outskirts of the city, and there was an iron gate on the way. It shows that this is a private territory, with lush trees on both sides of the road, and the sweet fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus can be faintly smelled.

About 5 minutes later, the car stopped in front of a pure white two-story single-family building. Meng Xing took Zhou Nianjiu out of the car and went to the door to open the combination lock. As soon as he walked in, his eyes were full of dark blue, which made people feel cold And depressing, the height of the hall reaches directly to the roof, and the zenith is made of fully transparent glass, the golden red afterglow sprinkles from above, reflecting on the dark blue wall.

Meng Xing left Zhou Nianjiu in the hall, and took a set of clothes and shoes from upstairs after a while.

"Put this on." After speaking, he went upstairs on his own.

While waiting, Zhou Nianjiu realized that there was no one else in the small house, and seeing how Meng woke up, it should be his private residence.Zhou Nianjiu simply changed his clothes on the spot. He found that the size of the clothes and shoes that Meng Xing brought over was just right. It was a semi-casual small suit, and the color was light gray suitable for young people.

Soon Meng Xing came down with a new look, and then took Zhou Nianjiu to another house not far away. Judging from the size of the land, Zhou Nianjiu felt that this might be the main house of the Meng family. Of course, it might not be.

"Welcome back, young master, and happy birthday, young master!" The door was opened, and there was a scene of servants lined up to welcome them that could only be seen on the screen.

But Zhou Nianjiu's focus was not here. He said to Meng Xing: "Today is your birthday? Happy birthday to you, sorry, no presents are prepared."

"It's not necessary." Meng Xing was very satisfied with Zhou Nianjiu's reaction.

In the hall, Meng Shen was sitting next to a smartly dressed beauty on a double sofa. The two looked through a photo album together, chatting in a low voice from time to time, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Father," Meng Xing walked over and asked, "Who is this?"

"This is Zhao Xianya. You can call her TIYA. She is the assistant to the president specially hired by my father. She has helped my father a lot in the past six months." Meng Shen had already learned from the driver that his son brought his classmates back. It would be inappropriate to formally introduce Meng Xing as a fiancée.

"Sister TIYA, hello." Meng Shen greeted politely.

Zhao Xianya stood up and said politely: "Meng Shao, hello. I went out with Mr. Meng to do some business today. It was a bit late at the end. Mr. Meng hurried back to celebrate for Mr. Meng, so I came here to enjoy it. Congratulations Happy birthday to you!" As he spoke, he took out a small box from his bag and handed it over, saying, "Time is running short, and I don't know what Meng Shao likes, a small gift, please don't dislike it."

"Thank you, sister TIYA." Meng Xing thanked politely, opened it, and found a men's sports watch inside. The gift is not particularly expensive, but it is very suitable for young people. He put the watch on and said, "I like it very much." .”

Seeing that the first meeting between his lover and his son went smoothly, Meng Shen was in a good mood. He asked Zhao Xianya to sit down again, and then motioned for Meng Xing to introduce the guests.

"Zhou Nianjiu." Meng Xing only said a name, and didn't intend to continue explaining.

Meng Shen screened it in his mind, and quickly confirmed that this young man was not a descendant of the circle he knew, so he became less enthusiastic, so he said, "So it's Xiao Zhou, welcome."

"Hello, Uncle." Zhou Nianjiu said. He was a little dazed when he saw Meng Shen, because he remembered seeing this middle-aged man in his dream. He was Meng Meng's father, Meng Shen, plus Meng Shen. When he woke up, he almost immediately wanted to ask if there was another Meng Meng in the Meng family. Fortunately, he calmed down quickly because he saw Meng Xing's cold eyes looking at him.

Zhou Nianjiu ate a birthday banquet without knowing the taste, and after a short rest, Meng Xing drove him out of the range of Meng's house.Meng Xing was very dissatisfied with Zhou Nianjiu's distracted state after seeing Meng Shen. He felt that he had overestimated Zhou Nianjiu, and he was also annoyed that he would find such a person here in a moment of ecstasy.

Halfway there, Zhou Nianjiu suddenly felt something was wrong, he asked, "Meng Xing, do you have a driver's license?"

Meng Xing said: "Underage kid, I'm nineteen."

The age was also right. Zhou Nianjiu, who was still struggling with Meng Meng, didn't notice the impatience in Meng Xing's tone, and asked, "Do you have any brothers or sisters in your family?"

"This has nothing to do with you," Meng Xing said coldly, "Zhou Nianjiu, I brought you here just as a shield, don't have any other thoughts."

"What other ideas can I have?" Zhou Nianjiu felt puzzled, he just wanted to confirm.

Meng Xing thought of Meng Meng, he drove for a while, suddenly braked suddenly, and said to Zhou Nianjiu, "Get out of the car."

Zhou Nianjiu was startled.

"I said get out of the car." Meng Xing turned sideways and opened the co-pilot's door.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Zhou Nianjiu got out of the car.

Meng Xing quickly drove away. Zhou Nianjiu was standing alone on the side of the road. He found that he was still wearing the suit Meng Xing gave him. His own clothes, mobile phone wallet and schoolbag were all in Meng Xing in the car.