Tsinghua University

Time came to mid-June in a blink of an eye, the temperature was getting hotter, and the sky was like a hot iron pot buckled upside down on the ground.Jiang Fusheng had already contacted a studio in Beijing, and together with Shen Tinglan and Jiang Huaiyang, they were about to leave the school.

During this period, a small incident happened.

A small studio took the ride of No. [-] Middle School and went to the school to promote it, so that art students and their parents could come and listen.The "manager" of the studio is very eloquent, and the color-printed leaflets are also beautifully designed.Even though everyone knows that this studio has only been established for a few months and has zero teaching experience, many people are still moved by the words.

There is a girl named Liu Yue, from Class [-], who has been very interested in painting since she was a child.Her mother was also willing to support, but when she asked about tuition fees, both mother and daughter were silent at the same time.

For such a small studio that has just been established, the tuition fee is 3 yuan for a course of less than eight months.

Liu Yue's family is in Lutai Town, Ninghe District, Binhai City. Her parents are ordinary workers who came to work at the beginning of the last century. Now they both work in a cement factory belonging to Tangshan.

Ninghe is a magical place. There are large "enclaves" within its jurisdiction. For example, Qinghe Farm and Hangu Farm belong to Beijing and Tangshan City, Hebei respectively.These "enclaves" have caused a certain degree of mixing of foreigners, and the surrounding atmosphere is not very good.

Binhai is out of control, Tangshan is far away and has limited influence, and its development has been unsatisfactory.

Liu Yue's parents are just ordinary working class, and there is a certain gap between their economic level and that of the city.What's more, there is a younger sister in her family who has to go to school, and the monthly mortgage has to be repaid.It is indeed difficult to take out 3 yuan at once.

Liu Yue's mother thought about it for a while, with a look of embarrassment on her face: "Why don't we stop learning to paint, and you study cultural lessons hard. It's the same."

Liu Yue pursed her lips and said nothing, she sat in front of her own small easel.The small easel is the kind that can be folded, and there is a wooden drawing board on it, and a white tape is used to fix a sketch of the structure of the clay pot on the drawing board.

She stared blankly at her painting, sighed, and struggled to say: "Yesterday, the teacher praised me for being good at painting, talented, and suitable for learning painting. I can learn well."

Her mother shook her head helplessly: "3 yuan is still too expensive..."

Liu Yue's lips moved slightly, wanting to persuade her mother again.But in a blink of an eye, she found that she was just like him, with sadness on her face.Liu Yue seemed to have lost the ability to speak in an instant. She supported the drawing board with both hands, and her forehead rested on the sketch paper, and she didn't think it was dirty.After a while, she trembled and whimpered.

A few classmates tried to coax Liu Yue with sympathy, but they couldn't fully understand her sadness, and no amount of words would help.

What she loved, at the age of 17, temporarily said goodbye to her.Maybe we can meet again in the future, maybe not.

Hearing Liu Yue's cry, Shen Tinglan remembered the blessing Zhang Pengpeng sent to Goodbye and Jiang Susheng before leaving.Find a post-it note, write that sentence on it, and stick it on the upper left corner of Liu Yue's drawing board.

"Zhang Hua was admitted to Peking University; Li Ping entered a secondary technical school; I worked as a salesperson in a department store: we all have a bright future."

This is the best blessing he can think of right now.

Shen Tinglan has been thinking about this matter all the time, even before leaving for Beijing, he wondered if there would be a girl named Liu Yue standing by the window of the teaching building, watching them leave with painting tools from a distance School?

This is his luck, but also her regret.

Because Jiang Huaiyang had something to do at home, he left a little later.Shen Tinglan and Jiang Xusheng made an appointment to meet at the gate of KFC in Binhai Station at [-] o'clock in the morning.Shen Tinglan refused Xie Zhirong to drive him, and chose to squeeze the subway.

He was in school most of the time, so he didn't have a card, so he bought a subway ticket.Binhai's subway ticket is a small green plastic disc, about the size of a one-yuan coin, which is easy to lose.

Shen Tinglan was holding the heavy painting bag, and dragging the suitcase with his left hand.The right hand holds the subway ticket carefully, for fear that it will fall on the ground.After more than 20 minutes, he reached his destination.Jiang Fusheng was already waiting inside the KFC. He was sitting in the window seat, and when he saw Shen Tinglan's figure, he hurriedly waved to him.

Shen Tinglan saw Jiang Fusheng from a distance, his eyes lit up suddenly, and there was a voice in his heart that kept urging him to go to Jiang Fusheng quickly.He walked into the store quicker, sat next to him, and found that breakfast had already been bought.

A pair of small fried dough sticks that couldn't be smaller.

Two bowls of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat with no visible preserved egg and lean meat.

Plus "two slices" of an oddly flavored fried egg.

Regarding this, Shen Tinglan felt that KFC was not suitable for selling breakfast.

They quickly finished this simple meal, checked the train number information, and went to the ticket gate with their ID cards.

Binhai is not far from Beijing, and there are a lot of high-speed trains between the two places. Generally, it takes more than 30 minutes.There is no good scenery along the way, and occasionally there are one or two nameless rivers, either about to dry up, or polluted to the point of foaming.

The golden Fuxing was slowly docked at the platform. This is Beijing South, the largest railway station in the city, and the train station with the most trains.Nearly 20 people gather here every day, walking through the crowded crowd, they will always hear dialects from all over the world.

Thanks to the atmospheric control in recent years and the arrival of summer, the sky in Beijing today is exceptionally blue.

Shen Tinglan and Jiang Susheng packed their luggage and followed Daliu to take the escalator to the underground exit.The first impression of Beijing South Railway Station is that it is crowded. This kind of "crowded" comes not only from the crowd, but also from various restaurants.They are one after the other, shop billboards are all along the way, road signs are submerged in it, and even the train ticket office is pitifully squeezed between two restaurants.

Gives the illusion of being in a shopping mall.

"Is this a big city?" Shen Tinglan was a little surprised.

"This is a big city." Jiang Fusheng also found it novel when he came to South Railway Station for the first time.He put his arms on Shen Tinglan's shoulders naturally, and said with emotion, "I don't know which ghost came up with the idea to build a train station in the gap between the food court."

At this time, Jiang Susheng's mobile phone rang, and the caller ID was "Jiang Huaiyang".He answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone, "Hello, are you here?"

Jiang Huaiyang's voice came out: "I'm here, I'm lost, where are you?"

Jiang Fusheng looked around: "At the entrance of a KFC, you can see us when you come."

"I walked over and saw several KFCs. Which one are you talking about?"

Shen Tinglan added: "There is a Starbucks nearby."

"I found two Starbucks temporarily, which one are you talking about?"