Tsinghua University

Shen Tinglan didn't like exams the most, but on the first day of official enrollment, she had to meet the placement exam first.Among those students with zero foundation in the No. [-] Middle School, he was regarded as an upper-middle class, but when he came to Beijing, his level was not enough, so he was assigned to an ordinary class without any surprise.

But fortunately, there will be a weekly exam every weekend. If you get excellent four times in a row, you can still be promoted to the top class where Jiang Susheng is.

The progress of ordinary classes is relatively slow, and everything starts from the most basic.Shape, composition, relationship between light and shade, and how to arrange lines to look good.These No. [-] Middle School teachers have all said that it is not difficult for Shen Tinglan, but the difficult thing is that the learning process takes too much rubber.

The new eraser I bought early in the morning can't be found as long as it falls on the ground, as if the floor tiles under my feet would eat the eraser.

During this period of time, Shen Tinglan and Jiang Fusheng seldom talked, only going back to the dormitory together at night.In addition to the different schedules of the two classes, there is too much competition here.The teacher said that after class, most people would not go to rest, but stayed in the studio to continue painting.That slacker Jiang Huaiyang will practice until 11:30 at night, let alone other classmates.

The students in the ordinary class are basically cultural students who have become monks halfway, and some of them have never practiced before, and they only come into contact with the studio.In the intense practice that lasted for more than half a month, it is inevitable that some people will not be able to bear it.

This morning, there was a girl sitting next to Shen Tinglan who was crying without warning while drawing.Time seemed to freeze for a moment in the already quiet studio, and everyone's eyes were on her.But only for a moment, the rustling sound of the pencil rubbing against the sketch paper sounded again, and only those who were close to her would give a few words of persuasion.

The teacher went over to look at her, but her emotions became even more uncontrollable, her right hand tightly grasped the pencil, as if she had done something wrong, her eyes were timid: "Teacher, I can't draw well, will I fail the exam?" Go to college?"

"No one is born an artist." The teacher comforted the girl and motioned her to stand up, "Look at it from a distance, don't dwell on the details, and find out the big relationship."

The girl listened while wiping her tears.

Shen Tinglan loves to be clean, and always carries a bag of toilet paper in his pocket.Without saying a word, he handed her the tissue.

The girl said thank you in a hoarse voice, watching the process of the teacher changing the drawing for her.

In the evening, Shen Tinglan was still the last person to leave the studio.He turned off the light and was about to lock the door, when he turned his head and saw that the rows of easels in the room were shrouded in darkness, and were only blurred by the street lights outside the window.He suddenly remembered the way the girl was crying, and he felt confused and uneasy for no reason.

"Brother Lan!" Jiang Fusheng came down from the studio on the second floor, and ran towards Shen Tinglan "peddling".There were only the two of them in the corridor, so there was no need to worry too much. With excitement on his face, he hugged him from behind.

"Brother Lan, what were you thinking just now?"

"I didn't think about anything." Shen Tinglan locked the door, leaned on Jiang Fusheng, raised his hand to touch his face, and felt a few black marks.Only then did he realize that he hadn't washed his hands, and his fingers were covered with greasy lead.

Jiang Fusheng didn't realize that Shen Tinglan didn't wash his hands, but rather narcissistically wiped his face twice to remove the blackness: "I haven't talked to you today, I'll hug you for a while."

"Okay." Shen Tinglan tilted his head to look at Jiang Fusheng's face with black marks, and smiled, "I have already saved up two exams and passed the exam, and in half a month, I will be in the same class as you Now, I can talk to you a few more words then."

"It's not enough to say a few more words, but to say a few hundred more."

"What do you take me for, a heartless talking machine?"

"How can I? I regard you as a sweetheart, and I am happy when I hear you speak."

"Tsk, that's really oily." Shen Tinglan straightened his back, he left Jiang Fusheng's embrace, and deliberately touched his face with his hands, rubbing several black marks, "By the way, remember to wash your face well later .”

After he finished speaking, he ran out of the building.

"Shen Tinglan, stop!" Only then did Jiang Fusheng realize that he had painted himself into a big face, and hurriedly chased after him.There is a small playground between the dormitory building and the studio, and a circle of little locust trees is planted on the edge.The moonlight and street lamps illuminated it, making it even more spacious and quiet.

Jiang Fusheng ran fast, he grabbed Shen Tinglan's shoulder, and pushed him to a small locust tree next to him.

Shen Tinglan put on a cute look, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing, Jiang Jiang? Am I not your sweetheart?"

His son's pronunciation was not standard, and Jiang sued with joy: "Brother Lan, where is your hometown in the south?"

Shen Tinglan didn't tell him, but spat: "Pig head three."

Jiang Fusheng only understands the word "pig", which is not a good word after all.His first feeling was that he was crazy, listening to Shen Tinglan scolding others was like acting like a baby.

"It's over." Jiang Xu said.

"Why is it over?" Shen Tinglan was puzzled.

Jiang Fusheng seemed helpless: "In the future, if you want to scold me in dialect, if I can't hear it, I will really think you are acting like a baby, and maybe I will applaud and agree."

Shen Tinglan smiled: "You..."

A few points of moonlight leaked from the gaps between the leaves, and together with the shadows of the trees, they swayed in the cool night wind.Jiang Fusheng looked into Shen Tinglan's eyes, which were amber.In a trance, he recalled the description of Cui Cui in the book, only the gentle and clear landscape can raise such aura-filled eyebrows and eyes.

The moonlight was so beautiful tonight, he thought he should kiss him.

At this time, the security guard who was watching the night in the distance spotted them, flashing his flashlight: "Who? What are you doing?"

"Let's go!" Xiaoshulin's Jiang Xusheng, who had attempted to have an affair, was called back to his soul by this voice, and he ran away pulling Shen Tinglan.They were young, with better legs and feet than the security guard, and they rushed to the dormitory building after a while, took the key and opened the door.

Most of the people had already fallen asleep. They covered their mouths and laughed for a while in the corridor, then quietly returned to the dormitory, took the toiletries and went to the water room.

Shen Tinglan's nails were full of lead dust, and they were washed very carefully.

Jiang Fusheng also washed his face very carefully.

The two chattered for about half an hour, then tiptoed back to the dormitory like thieves, and went to bed to rest.

The room was very quiet, except for the "whirring" sound of cold wind from the air conditioner.The curtains were not drawn tightly, and there was a big gap in the middle.Shen Tinglan opened his eyes and looked out through the gap.Under the night is a thick black, which seems to swallow even the light of the street lamps, and everything is vaguely seen.

Somehow, he remembered the way the girl was crying today again, and the uneasiness hidden in his heart became more serious, and subconsciously called Jiang Xusheng's name: "Are you asleep?"

Jiang Fusheng was in a daze of sleep, when he vaguely heard Shen Tinglan calling him, he opened his eyes: "No...what's the matter?"

Shen Tinglan didn't know how to describe it, but Jiang Fusheng thought he was having a nightmare when he didn't speak, and softly said like coaxing a child, "Hand in hand?"

They slept head to head.

"Yeah." Shen Tinglan thought for a while, and held Jiang Fusheng's hand.

Only then did he feel at ease.

The author has something to say: Black and white, gray, stand up and stay away, don't pay attention to the details, look for the big relationship, your painting is gray.

I am afraid of these few words now.

Hahahahaha I was in a hurry to sleep yesterday, so I posted it without reading it. I lost a lot of words today, so embarrassing