Be first and do both

The room was dim, and the moonlight spilled in from the window, contaminating the paper houses scattered all over the living room.

Su Tang was sitting on the ground, listening to someone talking on the phone.

This person is called Jin Zihui, a student of his mother Su Ying.

Ever since Su Tang could remember, there were only two things in Su Ying's life, Su Tang and Huahua.She was pregnant with Su Tang in her early twenties, and the man named "Tang Qiong" had disappeared by then.Su Ying, who knows nothing but painting, is a child who has not grown up, but she wants to give birth to Su Tang.

She said that only with Su Tang present can she prove that she and Tang Qiong were in love.

What a romantic and selfish idea, Su Tang is the real crystallization of love.

But Su Ying doesn't know how to live, she can't take care of herself well, not to mention Su Tang, the two of them basically rely on the ready-made meals sent by their neighbors, and they are hungry when no one brings them.

Until the appearance of Jinzihui.

Su Ying never accepted students, she didn't even teach her son to draw, and she didn't accept any after she became famous.Jin Zihui had just entered high school, and went to Su Tang's house every day to cook for the two of them. That's all, relying on feeding, he was able to paint with Su Ying.

Jinzihui has been with them for many years.

The relationship between Su Tang and Jin Zihui is not considered close, they just eat the meals he cooks with their mother, and they seldom communicate with each other.

After Su Ying passed away, Jin Zihui was calmer than anyone else. He took care of Su Ying's funeral. After sending her away, everyone looked at him as if he had aged ten years overnight, with gray hair.

Su Tang was about to leave, but Jin Zihui didn't say anything, he only asked him to take care of himself.When Su Tang arrived here, he heard that Jin Zihui had suffered a serious illness, and his whole body was completely dejected.

This time, it was the first time that Jin Zihui had contacted Su Tang since he came here.

It is for Su Ying's works during her lifetime.

As soon as Su Ying passed away, her paintings fetched very high prices, especially those paintings of Jiangnan Water Town, which were worth tens of millions.

Jin Zihui called because someone wanted to buy Su Ying's paintings and asked Jin Zihui for Su Tang's contact information.

"Su Tang, how are you doing over there? If you need money, I still have money here..." Jin Zihui's voice was hoarse, lacking confidence, and full of worry.

Su Tang knew that Jin Zihui didn't want him to sell Su Ying's paintings.

"I have enough money, you don't have to worry," Su Tang said in a flat tone, as if he was living well, "I won't sell those paintings."

"Don't sell even one?" Jin Zihui's voice trembled, looking very excited.

"Well, none of them are for sale." Su Tang said in a deep voice.

There was no talking on the phone for a long time, and after a while, Su Tang heard a low cry, which was a mournful cry from the man's throat, which he suppressed with all his might.

Su Tang took a deep breath, "You, take care."

After hanging up the phone, Su Tang leaned his head back on the sofa and covered his eyes with his hands.

He made the decision and left those paintings that nominally belonged to him to Jin Zihui.Because Jinzihui is willing to guard them for a lifetime.

Not counting those paintings, Su Tang would have no money, and he could be regarded as a poor student.Recently, after drinking Chinese medicine, he also began to feel hungry, and would throw up after two mouthfuls, so he had to think about eating.

Before coming here, he knew that there was a cultural and creative industry park here, so he got up early on Saturday and took a bus from the city center to a place on the outskirts of the city.

This is a new development area. I heard that the city government agencies and colleges and universities will move here in the future.Su Tang staggered on the bus all the way, listening to the two elder sisters beside him chatting, from the development of the new district to the renovation of the old town, it turned out that there were some things that disappeared.

It was not easy for the two of them to go down, and Su Tang was left clean.

When Yang Zhe, the person in charge of the park, came out to pick up people, he saw a thin young man standing at the door with his back on his back. He was wearing a white shirt, washed jeans, and a bright red schoolbag on one shoulder. There was a light underneath.

"Is it Su Tang?" Yang Zhe called him.

Su Tang turned his head, looked at the man with long hair and beard, and nodded.

"I'm Yang Zhe, we chatted on WeChat." Yang Zhe was only in his early thirties, but he looked old, he rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "I know you are in high school, but I never thought you would look so small. "

"...It's okay." Su Tang didn't know what to say, so he responded.

But Yang Zhe is the kind of talker who can talk for a long time by himself. He took Su Tang all the way from the gate of the park to their studio. Tang conceived a blueprint for their studio, and vowed to make it bigger and stronger with Gangcheng New District.

Su Tang listened silently, what Yang Zhe said was similar to what they chatted on WeChat.

Their studio is quite complicated, involving both painting and design. It is a small three-story building. The first floor is a gallery and showcases for display and sale of works. There are two large classrooms, one of which is connected to the top platform.

The overall decoration has a sense of design, which is probably the reason why it is difficult to unify the tastes of these people who are engaged in art. It can be said that it is ten steps and one scene-one person's site and one style.

Su Tang followed Yang Zhe upstairs and downstairs, and was assigned a job - he came to the studio to lead classes every weekend, looked at the shop in his spare time, packed lunch, and had a basic salary and a commission.

Everything is fine except that the place of work is a bit far away.Su Tang also understood that most of the painting classes here are from relatively well-off families, learning watercolor and oil painting to cultivate sentiment, most of the parents have more money and less work.This is very good, after all, those interest classes in the city will inevitably have to deal with the parents who want their children to become a dragon, and Su Tang can't do it.

"Our previous oil painting teacher bought a house in the city and started classes in his own home. Some of the students followed suit. Now there is only one girl left." Yang Zhe took Su Tang to the third floor and walked through the glass door. Looking inside, in the spacious and bright classroom, there is only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, wearing a beautiful little foreign dress, drawing vigorously by herself.

"Her mother is the curator of the city museum, and she works next door, so she comes here every weekend, and draws by herself even if she doesn't have a teacher," Yang Zhe said, just as he was about to pat Su Tang on the shoulder, he met Su Tang. With some indifferent and alienated eyes, he just paused with his hands, and after a while, he scratched his hair again, and said with a smile, "How about it, just teach her, the work is easy, right?"

"Yes." Su Tang nodded.

Yang Zhe gave a few more instructions, saying that the little girl came to paint for fun, and told Su Tang not to be too strict, Su Tang agreed, Yang Zhe let him try first, and went downstairs by himself.

Su Tang stood at the door of the classroom and took a deep breath, then opened the door and walked in.

In the classroom, the girl is wearing headphones, copying a landscape painting of Populus euphratica forest.

Su Tang walked around to her drawing board, and the girl raised her head, her bangs spread out to both sides, revealing a smooth forehead and a bright smile, "Are you a new teacher?"

Before Su Tang could speak, the girl frowned again, with a somewhat tangled look, "I don't think so, you look like a student."

She took off her earphones and didn't mind the paint rubbing against her white skirt, "My name is Tang Jiaxin, what about you?"

When Su Tang saw the girl's face, he was stunned for a moment, feeling an indescribable sense of familiarity. After a while, he said slowly, "My name is Su Tang, and I'm your new teacher."

"Ah, are you really a teacher? Seeing that you are as old as me," Tang Jiaxin was a little surprised, waved his hand, and drew another line on the white skirt, "Is it the two of us who will draw together in the future?" ?”

Su Tang nodded, looking down at the girl's white dress stained with oil paint.

"It's okay," Tang Jiaxin laughed, "Don't you think this is very cool? I didn't waste any clothes, I wear this one every time I come to paint!"

Seeing Tang Jiaxin smiling, Su Tang always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

I took Tang Jiaxin to draw a few strokes. This little girl is half-hearted. She kept talking to Su Tang when she stopped listening to the song. Shut up by herself, and she ended up talking there by herself.

He said that he was fourteen, and when he was in junior high school, his mother worked in the museum next door, and Su Tang could go to play with her after class.

Su Tang didn't say a word, after a while she hummed the song by herself again.

Su Tang heaved a sigh of relief, and moved a chair to sit on the side. Every time Tang Jiaxin's painting was broken, he would knock on the chair, and Tang Jiaxin would hand him the pen. After he finished correcting, Tang Jiaxin continued to draw.

Previously, Tang Jiaxin only had a morning class, but this time, she didn't know what was going on, so she stayed here all day, pestering Su Tang to teach him.The kung fu of going downstairs to drink water was taught well by Yang Zhekua and Sutang.

"Is it handsome or well taught?" Yang Zhe asked her with a smile.

"Looking good is also a part of personal ability." Tang Jiaxin blinked.

The paintings that could only be finished in two or three weekends before were finished in one day this time.Tang Jiaxin has some ideas about the color, and the overall tone is much brighter than the original painting. At first glance, it looks pretty good.

Tang Jiaxin held her paintings and let the people in the building look at them one by one, and finally asked Su Tang, could her paintings be sold below?

Su Tang packed his backpack without raising his head, "Be realistic."

Yang Zhe just wanted to say that Su Tang's words were too straightforward so that Tang Jiaxin would not be shocked, but the little girl was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said, "I just like how cool you are!"

Yang Zhe: "Ok, fine."

Su Tang caught the penultimate bus back to the city. Watching the traffic passing by outside the window and the light and shadow floating, he took out the earphones from his backpack and put them on. The piano music was playing inside.

The bus stopped and pulled in, Su Tang got off the bus and walked towards the community.The phone vibrated twice, it was Chen He, and asked where he was.

Su Tang pulled off the earphones and was about to return to him.There was a shadow of a person under his feet, he raised his head, and happened to meet Chen He's gaze that turned his head.

"Why did you come back so late?" Chen He looked at him, his clothes were neat and tidy, and he didn't go to fight.

"What's wrong?" Su Tang asked.

Chen He raised the printing paper in his hand, "I want you to sign the contract, my tenant."