nostalgia

"What can I do, I can't get the color I want." Zhong Jinxi put down the palette helplessly. She felt a little restless all day today. Let him be a little frustrated immediately.

No one answered him, Zhong Jinxi turned to look at Li Suran, his expression was a little dull, as if he was thinking about something, holding the pen and staring blankly at the painting in front of him, without moving.Zhong Jinxi took off one of his earphones, put it in his ear and said:

"Hey, is there anyone~"

The warm breath seemed to explode in Li Suran's ears, making his reaction a little too violent.

"Scared? What are you in a daze for?"

Li Suran shook his head, but did not answer.

"What's the matter, are you in a bad mood?" Zhong Jinxi asked cautiously.

Looking at his worried face, Li Suran lied: "No, it's because I can't adjust the color, maybe I'm a little impatient."

"Ah, me too. I don't know what's going on today, but I can't draw any more." Zhong Jinxi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Why don't we skip class, anyway, it's an elective course, no one here knows anyone, no one will find out."

"You, you always have no patience. When you feel that you can't do it, you immediately run away with the white flag." Li Suran couldn't help complaining, "Who told me at that time that I like painting and want to learn art? you······"

The moment he was about to blurt out, he suddenly realized something, and stopped immediately, but Zhong Jinxi asked: "Huh? Because of me?"

The heartbeat is fast, not just because of thinking about how to round up the words.More importantly, the words that blurted out without going through the brain, everything seems to have an explanation, why I suddenly became interested in painting, why I chose the path of art, all here, in this studio, let the subconscious give Answer.

Because of you, I re-opened the territory, just to walk side by side with you.

"I mean——I thought you'd be the next master. It's easy to say I like it and give it up easily. It seems that nothing can make you fall in love."

Although it was a joke, Zhong Jinxi knew it, but when he faced those words, his heart gradually grew ashamed.

Yes, what I do is "nothing is difficult in the world, as long as I am willing to give up", maybe I can easily let go of you if I want to give up. This kind of liking, whether it is for people or things, seems so cheap at the moment.

With a guilty conscience, Li Suran hastily plugged in his earphones, fearing that others would see the clues, so he didn't even dare to beat his heart too loudly.

I was speechless for a moment.

It wasn't until a voice suddenly sounded in the studio that Zhong Jinxi came to his senses, and he looked up at the person coming.

"Be quiet—the previous teacher has some things to deal with and can't continue teaching you. From now on, I will teach you. Then, hello everyone, my name is Shen Yao, and welcome to my elective course."

It was a majestic face, with bangs combed neatly, revealing a smooth forehead, and there was always a calm and unhurried look in his eyes.

The students applauded sparsely, and then went to do their own thing.Shen Yao smiled wryly, those who study art are really a bunch of unlovable kids, God knows he is actually very nervous.

Zhong Jinxi looked sideways at Li Suran, but Li Suran looked at the painting.

Shen Yao looked at these students' paintings while walking. Everyone's overall level was good, but they were all limited to the surface layer of "likeness". There was a lack of aura in the pictures, and they couldn't escape the boundaries of reference objects.

How to instruct them, is it to put forward opinions or directly modify them?Shen Yao was still thinking, and he didn't notice the pen washing bucket that someone put there by his elbow at all.

The moment he turned around, he tripped over the bucket, and the sewage inside poured straight in a certain direction.

It was an accident, it must be.

The turbid water almost soaked the entire drawing paper, and the wet paint mixed with the water smudged out along with the veins of the paper, mottled and horribly mottled within a few seconds.Along with him, there was also a small piece of Li Suran's trousers, but compared to the painting, the speck on the trousers was nothing at all.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Shen Yao quickly took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Li Suran.

The other party's furrowed eyebrows made him nervous.

Li Suran took off the earphones on one side, and patted off Shen Yao's tissue. With a dark face, he threw the paintbrush heavily into his own brush holder obliquely in front of him, and the splashed water droplets mercilessly bounced onto Shen Yao's face. face.For a moment, the embarrassing atmosphere that filled the screen filled the entire studio, and there was no sound.

"Student, it was my fault for dirtying your painting. I apologize to you, and I can also promise to help you change the painting or draw a new one for you, but it's not good for you to do so?" Shen Yao just let the dirty The dirty water droplets remained on the face, and he never wiped it off.

"Help me change the painting? Which onion do you think you are, you can stay wherever you are cool."

After finishing speaking with a wave of his hand, seeing the other party's surprised but silent expression, after waiting for a few seconds, Li Suran turned and left the studio.

In fact, generally speaking, he is not such a mean person. If it wasn't for the series of emotional changes in the past two days that made him so abnormal, at least he would not be so rude.The idea of ​​wanting to find someone to fight and vent his emotions, he felt that he had found the object when he met the person who stained his painting.

It's a pity that the other party didn't get angry to this extent.

The phone rang, and as soon as Li Suran answered it, he heard Zhong Jinxi's lowered voice:

"He's our new teacher for an elective course. Didn't you hear it with headphones?"

"???"

All the memories of emotions in the world will fade with time, whether happy or sad.Only the feeling of embarrassment, whenever I think about it, I can't help but want to strangle myself.

So after Li Suran held the paintbrush in the dormitory for a few seconds, his facial features suddenly wrinkled.

How about going to apologize to Teacher Shen?

So embarrassing, so embarrassing...

I remember that I said "Which onion are you?", my God... I really want to slap the two of them, it's so embarrassing!Zhong Jinxi guessed that he was wearing earphones, so he might not have heard the teacher's self-introduction. If he didn't know, he probably thought that some megalomaniac was provoking the teacher like in high school.

I'm afraid the credits are also suspended.

Just as I was thinking wildly, I saw someone knocking on the bedroom door.

When he opened the door, he saw the face that made Li Suran want to strangle him to death.

"Shen, Shen... Teacher..."

"Your class teacher asked me to help him check the dormitory." After Shen Yao saw that the other party was the terribly annoying student, he tried his best to flip through the booklet without any emotions and asked, "Li Suran and... ·····You live by yourself?"

"Yes, another classmate living here took a break from school for a while, so I'm alone on our side at the moment."

"En." Shen Yao ticked off Li Suran's name, and was about to leave for the next dormitory.

Li Suran hastily pulled him back: "Hey, Mr. Shen! I think... I have a few words to tell you."

"Do you have something to say?" Shen Yao was obviously a little surprised, but he finally stopped.

The other party pulled him into the dormitory nervously, and said hesitantly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I want to apologize to you."

Shen Xi couldn't understand, he closed the door and took out the chair, let Li Suran sit opposite him, and said, "How do you say?"

Li Suran scratched his head, with a very embarrassed expression on his face: "I was wearing earphones that day, so when you introduced... I didn't hear it. I thought it was some classmate. I know that maybe I said so. There are suspicions of differential treatment, but I still want to tell the teacher the real situation."

"Oh, no wonder..." Shen Xi laughed: "I was quite surprised at the time, thinking that this student is quite confident in his work, and he can't even trust the teacher's revision."

Help me repaint?Which onion do you think you are, you can stay wherever you are cool!This sentence instantly exploded in my mind like fireworks.Li Suran covered his ears in shame and waved his hands, the roots of his ears were a little red.

"Mr. Shen, I'm already embarrassed and regretful, please stop mocking me." Li Suran calmed down, and then said: "Besides, I was in a bad mood that day, so I may have said some stupid things I did some stupid things, but I am really not such a person, I hope the teacher can forgive me."

Shen Yao hurriedly waved his hands: "I'm also sorry for my mistake, which stained your painting."

Looking around, the painting that was about to be completed on the easel came into Shen Yao's sight.

Multiple glass vessels, cool and sensual, with Edvard Munch's distorted brushstrokes and William Turner's transparent gray tones, create a bizarre world.Once it breaks away from the reference, the painting is endowed with soul and even language, and one can almost spy on the painter's state of mind—although it is not suitable to talk about this topic in depth now.

Shen Yao's eyes lit up instantly: "You drew this?"

"Well, it's not finished yet."

"It's quite an idea. It seems that I have visited art exhibitions a lot. Do you want to do pure art in the future?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, but I really love painting. Pure art is too—" Li Suran tried hard to think about the words: "It's ethereal, I still need to get a little bit of the world. Maybe I will be the same as you when I take the postgraduate entrance examination and study for a Ph.D. Be an art teacher."

Shen Yao waved his hands and got up: "Don't you, you, I'm not a few years older than you. Alright, I'm going to check other dormitories."

"Mr. Shen, I'm really sorry." Li Suran clasped his hands together in a very reverent and respectful manner. "That... credits..."

Shen Yao laughed lightly, and pointed his index finger at him: "You."

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