intracranial fetters

Lin Chan inevitably got entangled in what to paint, throwing away one draft after another, without a clue.

Da Hanamaki has even begun to write poems in despair.

Lin Chan sighed, "Jiang Lang is exhausted."

Da Huajuan was thinking about what imagery to use, and ignored Lin Chan's sigh.

Lin Chan poked Da Huajuan's elbow with a pen, "Can we come up with something good while staying here, let's go for a walk in the woods?"

"During our school's Red Maple Festival, there were so many people in the woods that it was crowded. It's not like you don't know it."

"Where there are many people, there will be more stories, and this kind of participating art can also have connotations."

Da Huajuan rolled his eyes, "Go find your inner meaning, I'll just meditate here."

Lin Chan took a breath and stood up, "Okay, then I'll go alone, where shall we go for lunch?"

"Of course it's the cafeteria. Now that we're back at our alma mater, why don't we feel the mother's food?"

"Then call then."

Da Huajuan made an OK gesture and then waved his hands again and again, signaling Lin Chan to hurry up.

The place where the instructor arranged for them to paint was the studio on the top floor of the Art Department. It was heated and through the window you could just see the maple tree avenue of the school. The bright red reflected the crowd.

Most of the other students were sketching on both sides of the road. The teacher arranged a studio for them to create indoors. I don’t know if it’s because of the VIP treatment that honorary alumni have, or because they are afraid that they will lose face outside and smash his old man’s brand.

Lin Chan smiled, and then sneezed, thinking that the temperature outside was still a bit low, and bumped into someone when she turned a corner.

Lin Chan's nose was a little sore from the bump, and while pinching his nose with his hand, he hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." But when he looked up, he just happened to recognize this person.

"Zheng Xuan?" Qin Wei called Lin Chan in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Lin Chan was a little puzzled, why the probability of meeting people who had never met before was surprisingly high during this period of time, sniffling and feeling better, "My friend and I came to see Hongfeng."

Qin Wei didn't care whether Lin Chan asked why he was here, and said, "I'm here to discuss cooperation with a professor."

"Who?" Lin Chan just regretted asking subconsciously, what are you doing talking to this person.

"Professor Liang from the Department of Art is already in his 70s and [-]s and was specially hired back." Qin Wei looked at Lin Chan's expression and asked, "Why, do you know him?"

Lin Chan pursed her lips, "Are you going up to find Professor Liang now?"

"um, yes."

"Professor Liang is not here now. He is going to class. If you have something to discuss about his class this morning, you can only wait for the lunch break."

"That's it." Qin Wei nodded.

"Didn't you call Professor Liang before?"

"Yes, the professor asked me to come to him these few days."

Everyone in the art department of Lin Chan at W University knew that Professor Liang's favorite student was Lin Chan. Even if Lin Chan asked for leave under a messy guise, Professor Liang would turn a blind eye and approve the leave.

But no one is jealous of Lin Chan. First, Lin Chan is really attractive. Professor Liang is unavoidably vulgar and normal. Second, Professor Liang’s liking for Lin Chan is mainly reflected in other things, such as letting Lin Chan work part-time as his assistant. I helped Professor Liang take care of the miscellaneous work inside and outside, whether I could answer an interview, whether I could go to a lecture, and an acquaintance, Professor Liang, to help the professor. excuses for refusal.

Most people can't do these things. After working with Professor Liang for a few years, Lin Chan became more and more talented. Understanding the true meaning of what the old man said was one of the basic skills he mastered in those years.

When Professor Liang makes an appointment but does not make an appointment for a specific time to talk about the next few days, it means that he has decided to agree to the cooperation request of the other party, and he is not in a hurry for a day or two.

Lin Chan habitually started working as an assistant to Professor Liang again, "You can take a look at other places first. It just so happens that the Red Maple Festival is still very lively these days, so contact Professor Liang at noon to discuss the details of the project."

"I'm not very familiar with this place, could Mr. Zheng be a tour guide?"

So Lin Chan took Qin Wei for a stroll all over the campus, while looking up at the century-old tree in the school to explain to Qin Wei, while urging himself in his heart when he could change the slavishness oppressed by old man Liang.

"There are quite a lot of people." Walking to the Red Maple Forest, Qin Wei said.

"Well, you can see the cherry blossoms of M in spring, and the red maples of W in autumn. If the viewing period of red maple is as short as cherry blossoms, it is estimated that W will make headlines several times because of the daily traffic."

Qin Wei added: "The temperature in M ​​City is low in autumn, and fewer people are willing to go out than in spring."

Just as she was talking, a cool autumn wind blew, and Lin Chan shrank her neck.

Qin Wei saw it in his eyes, and asked again: "I heard that there is a road in W University that is full of small shops opened by students themselves?"

"Yes, W University still supports students to start their own businesses. Do you want to take a look?"

Qin Wei nodded, "Yes, let's go and have a look."

There are mostly jewelry stores, milk tea or snack bars, and one or two grocery stores on this road.

Lin Chan talked to Qin Wei, and went to the milk tea shop to buy milk tea.

When Lin Chan found Qin Wei in the jewelry store with several cups of warm milk tea, Qin Wei was paying the bill at the cash register. Lin Chan handed a cup of milk tea to Qin Wei, "Shopping?"

"Well," Qin Wei held a big red scarf in his hand, "I bought it for you."

Lin Chan was a little embarrassed and was thinking about how to refuse, Qin Wei had already stretched out his hand to help Lin Chan wrap up the scarf.

It's quite warm Lin Chan didn't say much, just took a step back imperceptibly, stuffed Qin Wei's cup of milk tea into his hand, and put the remaining cups on the cash register, then wrapped himself in a scarf, " Thanks, I'll do it myself."

Qin Wei smiled and looked at Lin Chan.

After Lin Chan completed the circle, he brought the milk tea and walked out of the store without looking at Qin Wei, "It's almost time, we walked along the road of Hongfeng Avenue to find Professor Liang, probably just finished class."

On the way back, Lin Chan didn't say much, the hand holding the milk tea was tucked into the sleeve, and the other hand was in the pocket, two steps away from Qin Wei.

Qin Wei followed unhurriedly. Lin Chan had a fair complexion and a good temperament, which went well with red. Lin Chan's height of just over 1.7 meters was not considered tall, but she was the most eye-catching one in the crowd.

Pleasing to the eye, Qin Wei could only think of this word for a moment.

As soon as they walked downstairs in the art department, they met Da Huajuan and the others going to the cafeteria for lunch. Da Huajuan didn't notice that there was someone behind Lin Chan, "Hey, your red scarf is so pretty, it's eye-catching."

The corner of Lin Chan's mouth twitched.

Qin Wei smiled, "Thank you for the compliment, I bought the scarf for him."

Da Huajuan was a little embarrassed, and bit the bullet to save the situation, "Haha, it's pretty good-looking, I mean Lin Chan looks a lot better like this." Just about to tell Lin Chan, who can introduce him, but he heard the man ask Lin Chan , "Lin Chan? Isn't your name Zheng Xuan?"

"..."

Da Hanamaki only felt more embarrassed.