Tsinghua University

Shen Tinglan looked at her ruined white paint, and was furious.He quickly adjusted the color to a dark one, and filled it with a brush, just like a child rolling instant noodles with chopsticks, wrapping it in a thick layer.

He didn't discuss with Jiang Fusheng, he quickly left the chair and squatted down, and walked around behind Jiang Fusheng.Before he could react, he poked into Jiang Susheng's paint box with quick hands and quick eyes.

Jiang Susheng's Naples yellow and light gray blue suffered an instant disaster.

These two high-grade grays, like white, are frequently used.Every time you buy, you have to prepare a lot, and if you don’t pay attention, the stock will be gone.So much so that there is such a love saying in the studio: "I have eight cans of Napoli yellow and six cans of light gray blue, but I will only give you one."

Shen Tinglan felt very comfortable, so cheap and good-looking: "I will borrow some paint for use, thank you." He said that he moved back to his seat to paint, and a voice suddenly came to his ears: "Shen Tinglan? Is it Shen Tinglan? What are you doing squatting behind? You won’t be able to attend class well on the first day, and hand in twenty sketches tomorrow morning, do you hear me?”

Teacher Liu's voice was flat, but like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, it hit Shen Tinglan's head violently, smashing him to pieces.Including the homework, there are a total of [-] sheets. He has a deep understanding of what it means to be sad when extreme joy arises, and to suffer by oneself.

"Got it..." Shen Tinglan slowly sat back.

Jiang Fusheng saw his look of unrequited love, so he smiled: "Hey, don't worry, we will stay up late to draw sketches together tonight. When they are all gone at night, I will order takeaway and have fun while suffering."

Shen Tinglan brushed up his pen again, and began to add color to his picture.He looked at Jiang Fusheng out of the corner of his eye, and smiled, "Okay, then I'll order two cups of milk tea."

They discussed a few words in a low voice, and then focused their attention on painting.When class was over, Shen Tinglan barely kept up with the progress and finished the painting.But as far as the details are concerned, there is a gap with most of the people in the class.

Teacher Liu specifically named Shen Tinglan. He felt that this student, who was promoted from the ordinary class, deserted in the first class.

This caused a fever on Shen Tinglan's face, and that uneasiness came from his heart again, which made him feel restless, and even doubted whether he would be able to get into the ideal school.But subconsciously, he thinks that he should not deny his abilities like this, because once he gives up, it will mean that all the beautiful lives he imagined before will be invalidated.

Two contradictory emotions appeared at the same time, like two noisy villains, arguing in Shen Tinglan's left and right ears respectively, causing him a headache.

When the students left the studio and headed towards the cafeteria, Shen Tinglan hadn't woken up yet, and followed them blankly with her head down.It wasn't until Jiang Fusheng stretched out his hand to pull him suddenly that his thoughts of not knowing where to fly returned to his body.

Jiang Fusheng stood face to face with Shen Tinglan. He stared at him for a while, then put his hand on the other's shoulder: "You still have me. Let's order fried chicken and coke tonight."

Shen Tinglan shook his head, and said after a while: "...No coke, agree that I'll buy milk tea."

Jiang Fusheng smiled at Shen Tinglan, his eyes were bright: "Okay, listen to you, milk tea."

Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan were going to order supper, so they had to eat less for dinner.And the cafeteria aunts here all have a characteristic-love to flip the spoon.For example, in the dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, if there are too many eggs, the aunt will shake her wrists spiritually before putting them on the student's dinner plate, so that the eggs will roll back to the plate, and only half a spoonful of them will be left soaked in red. Overripe tomatoes in vegetable soup.

Rice with tomato sauce.

It is a pity that it is tasteless.

Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan ate a few mouthfuls casually to fill their stomachs, and returned to the studio to prepare for evening class.Evening classes are mainly based on sketching and copying. I find Zhang Fan's paintings from the teaching materials and practice accordingly.

But tonight is special, Teacher Gao brought the lighting and asked them to draw Voltaire's plaster head.

The plaster statue of Voltaire is very characteristic, it looks like an old lady who is pursing her lips.Shen Tinglan also painted Voltaire in the No. [-] Middle School. The No. [-] Middle School didn't care much about their students with zero foundation. After the teacher taught them, they let them practice blindly and draw whatever they saw.Shen Tinglan had just sharpened his pencil at that time, and he didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, so he vividly drew this enlightenment thinker as a caveman with a wide forehead and protruding mouth.

But now, seeing that Voltaire was not as timid as before, he carefully sharpened the pencil and drew on the paper.This process was very quiet. The clearest thing in the room was the sound of pencils rubbing against the paper. Occasionally, one could hear the teacher's guidance to a classmate, and some unlucky ghost who couldn't find the eraser muttered.

Ten o'clock is when the get out of class is officially over, and everyone handed over the paintings to the podium.Those who are willing to stay in the studio and continue painting can stay, and those who don’t want to do so and don’t force it.Even so, most of the people were willing to stay and would not leave until twelve o'clock.

Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan took the time to order takeaway. For convenience, they deliberately chose two restaurants that were close to each other, and filled in the contacts and phone numbers with Jiang Fusheng.

Shen Tinglan's sketches are still sixteen sheets short, but he has already started to feel sleepy, his eyelids and hands seem to be out of control of the brain, one wants to close, and the other wants to quit.He had to force his eyes open and force his right hand to draw those lines.

Not long after, two delivery guys called Jiang Fusheng.Seeing that Shen Tinglan was really sleepy, he was afraid that this person would fall over when he went down the stairs, so he went to get it from the gate by himself.

Shen Tinglan stayed in the room by himself, with few people around him, he felt even more bored.My hands and eyes are tired and I want to take a rest.As soon as this idea appeared, his head slowly lowered to the sketchpad on his lap.

Jiang Fusheng came back with the takeaway, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Shen Tinglan asleep, and unconsciously walked lightly.After 10 minutes, he pushed him: "Brother Lan, don't sleep, get up and draw. You still have fifteen sketches."

Shen Tinglan was woken up by "Fifteen Sketches", rubbed her eyes, and said to Jiang Fusheng, "You seem like a contractor."

"I'm not, Teacher Liu is." Jiang Fusheng suggested, "Why don't we sing, and we won't be sleepy after singing."

"Haha." The corners of Shen Tinglan's mouth twitched, "How about I read you a nursery rhyme, my grandma told me a lot, I just remembered a few."

"Okay, read it."

"Tu Tu Tu Tu, sells sugar porridge, three catties of walnuts and four catties of shells. Eat as much meat as you want, but also as much as shells."

Jiang Fusheng only understood the first three words: "Can you say it again?"

Shen Tinglan said again: "Tu Tut Tuk, they sell sugar porridge, three catties of walnuts and four catties of shells. If you eat your walnuts, you will get your shells back."

"What kind of nursery rhyme are you talking about? After eating my walnuts, you still give me the shells? It's too much." Jiang Fusheng said, "You'd better listen to my singing, I'll sing you a classic love song, listen carefully .”

"You sing, I listen."

"yo, yo. baby, go, come, on."

Shen Tinglan: "???"

Jiang Susheng: "Who is singing, warming the loneliness..."