Tsinghua University

"This painting was bought by you...your father bought it when he went to Beijing a few years ago." Shen Qingyi's voice came from behind, "There is a place in Beijing called 798. It used to be a factory for the production of electrical equipment. It has been transformed into an art park, and there are often painters holding art exhibitions there, some famous and some not.

"Your father caught up with an art exhibition in 798, and he caught sight of two paintings. They were a pair of flying apsaras. At that time, the young painter was reluctant to sell, so he told your father that he painted the two paintings when his son was full moon. The painter also He said that when he went to Dunhuang to collect scenery, his wife who was pregnant with the baby was with him, just as a tourist to relax. Unexpectedly, he gave birth prematurely, and they were in another place. Without any preparation, the child almost did not survive.

"In the end, after all, I bought one of them and came back."

Shen Tinglan didn't know why Shen Qingyi said this to herself, probably because she didn't want the atmosphere to be too embarrassing.It was only then that he noticed that there were all kinds of furniture and decorations in this house, which seemed to fill up all the gaps in the space.But the room is big and there are few people, it still looks empty, no matter how many things are put, it is still deserted and inhumane.

He couldn't help asking: "Are you usually alone here?"

"There is also a nanny, she is cooking." Shen Qingyi seemed to have misunderstood Shen Tinglan's meaning, "Xiao Xie lives at his cousin's house, and your father came back very late."

Shen Tinglan's eyes fell on a peony decorative painting in the living room, he felt that Shen Qingyi was that peony, graceful and beautiful, embedded in a square lacquered gold frame, it would not wither or grow old , always keep a beautiful appearance for people to watch.

Shen Tinglan really wanted to ask Shen Qingyi, why did she choose to stay in such a place?But the answer is obvious, she's not leaving.

He never understood her thoughts.

The auntie nanny quickly cooked the meal, and there was a big table full of red and green, and it was very lively to watch.Shen Tinglan and Shen Qingyi sat down facing each other, the dishes on the table were steaming, separating them like a curtain.Shen Tinglan was silent. He picked up a piece of fragrant fish with his chopsticks, and felt that the taste in his mouth became dull.

At this moment, Shen Tinglan felt something grabbing her trouser leg.He looked down and saw that it was a little red Shiba Inu.The round black eyes of the little Shiba Inu met his gaze, it sat on the ground, raised its head and barked at Shen Tinglan.

Shen Qingyi smiled and said, "I usually call it 'dog', but I haven't given it a name yet."

Shen Tinglan patted its head and thought for a while: "Call it a dog, a cheap name is easy to support."

The "dog" didn't know that in just a few seconds, he had been upgraded to a "dog egg", squatting on the ground and wagging his tail.

"Dog egg." Shen Tinglan called it.

The little Shiba Inu can understand that "dog" is calling it, but it doesn't know what it means when the word "egg" is added.It tilted its head to look at Shen Tinglan, with a confused look on its face.

He was amused by its human expression, but he laughed and felt sad.A big empty house, a silly dog, a mistress who has just been righted, a man with a heart, and two rebellious children.

Everyone boarded the stage full of absurd effects together, they are both actors and audiences.But no matter how it is played or watched, the story does not seem to have a happy ending.

Shen Tinglan lowered his head and used chopsticks to stir the cold millet porridge in the bowl, thinking, if he had money like Xie Zhirong in the future, would life be easier this dog day?

He put down his chopsticks and asked, "Mom, how much did Xie Zhirong pay for that painting of Feitian?"

"17." Shen Qingyi said.

90 in the 17s.

At that time, a house cost only tens of thousands of dollars, and a painting could have such a great value.

Suddenly, he discovered a possibility, a possibility about the future.

"Why do you ask this?" Shen Qingyi looked at him puzzled.

Shen Tinglan stirred the millet porridge a couple more times: "It's nothing, I just asked out of curiosity." He had no appetite, so after finishing the porridge, he forced himself to eat more vegetables.

He went to rest in the room on the second floor, and just lying on the bed, he took out his mobile phone and started searching for "how many points are required for the Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts exam".

Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts is very difficult to take the exam, and the admission rate is notoriously difficult.Even if it is an art school, it has high requirements for cultural courses.If the score is above 500, which is almost a first-line level, the teacher will suggest to go to the Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. There are also mandatory requirements for Chinese and English, with a minimum score of 80.

Of course, if the professional courses are good enough to rank high in the school examination, you can get in with more than 400 points.

But this possibility is too small.

Art is about talent. Teachers can teach students drawing skills, but they cannot teach students the understanding and observation of lines and colors.

The majors of the students applying for Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts are not bad. Some of them are old fritters who have been exposed to art since childhood, and there are skilled repeat students, and even nearly 30-year-olds go to Beijing with heavy painting bags on their backs.

There are tens of thousands of people pursuing their dreams in this world, and Shen Tinglan is not the most special one.

Shen Tinglan thought for a while, then sat up from the bed.

He is going back to school.

He put on Jiang Susheng's clothes and walked downstairs, and when he passed by the flying sky, he looked up at it again.

The emotions of the painter land on the brush, giving it humanity.

"Lanlan, where are you going?" Shen Qingyi in the living room saw him, stood up from the sofa, and asked in a raised voice.

"I'm going back to school, I want to study. I take a lunch break every day, and I'll just go to the hospital." Shen Tinglan told the truth.

Shen Qingyi looked up at him for a moment, wanted to say something, but swallowed it back, "Do you want me to see you?"

"No need, I can do it myself." Shen Tinglan didn't want to trouble her.

Shen Qingyi was startled when she heard this, and sat down on the sofa again.She didn't speak, and the decorative painting of peonies hung on the opposite wall.

She knew better than anyone else how hurtful the words she said during the last quarrel were.At this time, she wanted to pick up the family affection that had been neglected for more than ten years, but she was afraid.

After all, it was her son, a real person, not an object, he could be picked up wherever he could.

She watched Shen Tinglan go out quietly like this.

Didi couldn't be called in the villa area, Shen Tinglan walked all the way to the avenue, but saw a traffic jam.They are stuffed with each other, and no one is willing to let them go. In the end, they are stuffed into a big knot, and no one can move them, only the harsh sound of the horns.

Shen Tinglan thought it was a car accident at first, but after walking for a while, she realized why there was a traffic jam.

No. [-] middle school is over, the school gate is small, and many people are crowded together, as if they are catching a big fair.

It is a well-known private school in Binhai City, and its full name is comparable to "Elliston Business School".It's a pity that most citizens can't remember its fart-mouthed name, so they call it "Eight Middle School".

Xie Jing Xing went to school here.

The author has something to say: I went to 798 to catch up with an art exhibition, and a small sculpture cost 30 yuan. I was so scared that I stayed away from it on the spot, fearing that it would have bad luck.