Tsinghua University

Shen Tinglan guessed that An Ming came to him because he was studying art. He remembered that she mentioned that before and after the sports meeting, the school would arrange for art students with no basic knowledge to simply get in touch with relevant knowledge.

"Brother Lan, let me go with you." Wang Zechen felt that Jiang Susheng was half responsible for his ankle. "If our head teacher is too wordy, I can send back the leave note first."

"Then let's go together." Shen Tinglan and "Old Eight" left the infirmary one after the other. At this time, get out of class was over. Shen Tinglan saw a student running into the teaching building with snacks, and suddenly remembered that Two packets of cocoa milk.In a moment of anxiety, I left them on the playground.

He felt a little annoyed that the two packs of cocoa milk belonged to Jiang Susheng, and he wondered if some classmates would kindly help and bring them back to the classroom.

"Old Eight" was not good at words, and the two of them basically didn't talk much along the way, and they came to the teacher's office on the sixth floor.An Ming was sitting by the table, the green radish she raised had grown up again, and the newly grown tender leaves on the top were slightly curled up.

In front of the desk stood several other students from Class [-] who planned to study art, including art, music, and sports.

"Coming?" An Ming looked up at Shen Tinglan, and handed Jiang Susheng's note to "Lao Ba": "Wang Zechen, send it there first, remember to come back quickly, don't delay the next class."

"Old Eight" took the slip and went out to close the door.

"Okay, now we are all counted." An Ming looked around, "I mentioned to everyone before that the school will make up for everyone's basic things. The date has been confirmed, after the Ching Ming Festival. Every afternoon After two classes, you don't have to attend classes in the classroom, you can go to the art building to listen to professional classes. In mid-June, around the eleventh or the twelfth, you can leave school to participate in the training camp."

"Teacher, if I want to learn art, do I need to find a studio for training?" a girl asked.

"The school will arrange it then." An Ming paused, "You can also find it yourself."

Shen Tinglan listened to every word from the side, thinking to himself that if he had time, he would ask Jiang Fusheng where he was going.

"By the way, Shen Tinglan." An Ming called him suddenly, she was dissatisfied with his dazed and distracted appearance, and frowned, "You are familiar with Jiang Fusheng, if you have time, ask him when he plans to leave school. "

Shen Tinglan was taken aback: "Aren't they all on June [-]th or [-]nd?"

An Ming said: "Jiang Fusheng's situation is different. His father discussed with me very early on. During the few months of training camp, he wants to take him out to sketch. Maybe he will leave early."

Shen Tinglan's mind was empty in an instant, his thinking stopped at this moment, and the only remaining instinct in his body urged him to ask: "Where is Jiang Fusheng going?"

"Dunhuang." An Ming repeated, "It seems to be Dunhuang."

so far.

An Ming was still talking, she opened and closed her mouth, her voice came in from Shen Tinglan's left ear and out of her right ear.He remembered the flying sky hanging in Xie Zhirong's house. It was beautiful, and the lines and colors came from the culture that had accumulated for thousands of years.After nearly a year of studying away from school, with Jiang Fusheng's current level, he will definitely find more beautiful scenery there and record them.

True beauty never gets old, maybe the creator has died long ago, but the inheritor is on the way.

Shen Tinglan was happy for him, but regretted.

When the 31st class was about to start, Shen Tinglan left the office with a few classmates.The sunshine in the corridor is just right, and the thin spring breeze carries a nice fragrance of green grass.He raised his head and looked at the sky. Against the light blue background, two small clouds slowly gathered together.

Jiang Fusheng had probably left the school at this time, Shen Tinglan suddenly smiled, put his right hand in his pocket, and took out a piece of hard fruit candy wrapped in colored sugar paper.Jiang Fusheng has always liked to eat this flavor of candy, and would carry a handful in his pocket every day.There is no place to throw the peeled candy wrappers, and they will also be put in the pocket and mixed with the sugar.

Sometimes when I want to find a piece of candy, I have to fumble in my pocket for a long time with my fingers, just like hunting for treasure in garbage.

The piece in Shen Tinglan's hand is "the fish that slipped through the net".

He didn't tell Jiang Fusheng that he still had one piece in his pocket.

Shen Tinglan peeled off the candy wrapper and put the pink fruit candy in his mouth.He suddenly discovered that Jiang Fusheng was similar to sugar in that he could make people feel sweet.

If Jiang Fusheng leaves school early, he can buy more candy and chew it when he has nothing to do.

Shen Tinglan returned to the classroom, and deliberately glanced in the direction of Jiang Fusheng's seat.If it was a normal time, the other party would definitely look over, raise his eyebrows slightly, and say a few words of "nonsense" with a smile.

Now that seat is empty, only to see the sunlight slanting to divide the desk in half, and the wind blowing the curtains to tremble.

Shen Tinglan sat back in his seat with that piece of fruit candy in his mouth.Find the scratch paper used for practice at noon, and continue to draw various small cubes on it.However, no matter how he painted, he always felt that it was not up to standard, and he always felt regretful.

Shen Tinglan felt regret again, she should have come to Binhai earlier and met the little landlord earlier.In this way, he will not be full of laziness in his bones, and he will not remember to work hard until 17 years later.There are only two months left, and during this period of time, he is trying to improve his painting skills, and it is impossible for him to go to Dunhuang with Jiang Fusheng.

Shen Tinglan thought, fate is really a disgusting thing.It was a good road, but I had to move a mountain to convince you.

But he was unconvinced.

Shen Tinglan put down the pencil, rubbed the center of her brows, relieved her emotions, and began to seriously think about what she wanted at this stage.Let's get admitted to Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts, this matter depends entirely on one's own ability, even if you separate from Jiang Fusheng, it won't matter.

What is it that makes me so annoyed?

It's not study, so the reason can only be Jiang Fusheng.

Shen Tinglan suddenly realized that Jiang Fusheng had already integrated into his life and became an inseparable part.

He likes him.

After trying to understand this, Shen Tinglan suddenly calmed down, and the many troubles that bothered him before suddenly dissipated like morning mist.Whether it's worry or regret, it's all because you don't want to lose.

But he only relaxed for a moment, and new troubles flooded his mind again.A boy likes another boy, in the eyes of most people, this matter is contrary to common sense.Assuming that two people are together, can the emotions of youth withstand the years of training, and can it face the dual pressures from family and society?

Assuming that two people are not together, can they still be the same as before?

Their future is full of too many uncertainties.

Shen Tinglan's fingers folded the candy wrapper of the fruit candy back and forth, the heart in his chest seemed to be integrated with the candy wrapper, and it was creased several times by all kinds of bad thoughts, which was extremely uncomfortable.

In the end, he threw the candy wrapper away and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck it, only I can decide whether it's right or wrong, no one else cares!"