Tsinghua University

Current life goals?

"Of course..." Shen Tinglan originally wanted to answer that Jiang Fusheng is good at painting, but he suddenly realized that he learned painting for nothing more than to make money and be with Jiang Fusheng. What a favorite.Every stroke that falls on the paper is an imitation of the content taught by the teacher.

He repeated the fixed sketch lines, fixed color methods, and fixed brushstrokes, just like formulas memorized by rote, and framed all the aura on the thin drawing paper.The pictures drawn in this way are just good-looking, just like painted puppets, just an empty shell.

Shen Tinglan was silent for a moment: "My goal in life at this stage is to try to like the art class first."

Jiang Fusheng asked curiously, "I didn't understand."

"I am born to be useful, and I also believe in this sentence. The birth of everyone is a one-in-a-million miracle. It is definitely not meaningless for me to come to this world. Now that I have chosen to learn painting, then You have to study hard." Shen Tinglan looked sideways at Jiang Fusheng, his eyes were filled with the light of the setting sun, "Hobbies are the best teachers, if I don't like drawing, it will definitely be a mess."

Jiang Fusheng raised the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and looked at the time with his mobile phone: "Let's go, we should go back to draw, today's homework hasn't been done yet."

"En." Shen Tinglan responded softly, followed behind Jiang Susheng, and the two left the Forbidden City together.

At six o'clock in the evening, they returned to the studio with meat buns bought from a nearby vegetable market.During the holiday, there were not many people in the studio. Jiang Fusheng opened the door of the classroom with the key, and moved a small stool between his and Shen Tinglan's positions to put the buns.

"What do you want to draw?" Jiang Fusheng asked Shen Tinglan vaguely with a bun in his mouth.

"Let's paint the colors, we haven't painted the train from Shidu, the mountain can't be climbed in vain."

"Okay, you draw the landscape first, and I'll draw you later."

Shen Tinglan also imitated Jiang Xusheng and picked up a bun: "Tsk, draw me better."

Jiang Fusheng bit the steamed stuffed bun, and joked: "There is a saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I look at you, the more you look like Pan An."

"Okay." Shen Tinglan looked at Jiang Fu and laughed, then raised his hand to spread the paper.Sitting in front of his easel, he found the photo of the train taken near Shidu Bat Mountain from his mobile phone.Instead of busy drafting as usual, he looked at the photos silently and recalled the scene of climbing the mountain.

He remembered the laughing and laughing old grandpas when climbing the mountain, the train passing through the mountain, and the small yellow wild flower that Jiang Fusheng gave him.This kind of flower blooms scattered among the hillsides, and the slender stems are gently shaken by the wind, just like my own heart that has been stirred.

He liked the warm sunshine and white clouds that day, and he liked the boy who gave him flowers even more.

Shen Tinglan thought about it, and chose a pencil to draft and compose the picture.Then I carefully adjusted the colors with the palette, and spread them on the paper one by one.

Jiang Fusheng observed Shen Tinglan from the side, without saying a word, but lightly outlined Shen Tinglan's appearance with a pencil.A simple sketch only takes half an hour at the slowest, and Jiang Fusheng's drawing is fast, completing it in less than 10 minutes.But he didn't stop. After getting a new piece of paper, he continued to draw.

He loves every look of Shen Tinglan, and he never gets tired of drawing it.

About three hours later, Shen Tinglan completed the coloring of this landscape. Unlike the photo, he drew a small yellow wild flower in the lower left corner.

Jiang Fusheng noticed the little wild flower, thought of something, and said with a smile: "Mr. Seeing such a beautiful picture. Two to 10 minutes, the heartbeat is irregular."

"My mother," Shen Tinglan got goosebumps all over his body when he heard the words, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he glanced at Jiang Fusheng in disgust, "Shut up, it's so embarrassing."

Jiang Fusheng added: "Really, your painting is so good, I'm glad to see it."

"What are you happy about?" Shen Tinglan asked him.

"This composition, this shape, and this color palette are better than your previous ones..." Jiang Fusheng said, and suddenly stretched out his finger to the little yellow flower in the painting, "What's more, you I'm in my heart."

Shen Tinglan was caught off guard by him, and subconsciously chose to avoid Jiang Fusheng's sight.He over-measured his head a little, and muttered: "What's wrong with you in your heart? Don't you have me in your heart?"

"Hey, that's natural." Jiang Fusheng originally wanted to tell Shen Tinglan, "You will always live in my heart", but he was afraid that Shen Tinglan would find the words disgusting, so he swallowed it back, and took credit for the pictures he drew. Handed over the sketch, "Look, it's all about you."

Shen Tinglan casually flipped through two pages, and saw herself in different expressions, each of which was drawn meticulously.Satisfied, he returned the sketchpad to Jiang Fusheng and took out his own: "I will draw you too."

Jiang Fusheng chuckled: "Okay, let's be handsome."

There were only the two of them in the classroom, until twelve o'clock in the evening, when Shen Tinglan felt sleepy, he just put down his pen and took a rest.Because they played all day, the homework left by Mr. Liu today is still short of a sketch portrait. He has already driven out half of it, and the hand feels just right. He doesn't want to save it until tomorrow to draw. Lifted up a little spirit.

Jiang Fusheng understood what Shen Tinglan was thinking, and said to him: "Why don't we find a ghost movie to refresh our minds, draw when we are scared, and continue watching when we are sleepy."

"Yes." Shen Tinglan felt that this method was feasible, and agreed to Jiang Fusheng's request.

Jiang Fusheng had a lot of lead ash on his hands. He carefully put two fingers into his coat pocket, slowly took out his mobile phone, and put it on the small chair between Shen Tinglan and Shen Tinglan.

They randomly picked a major domestic online movie called "School of Discs".Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan originally wanted to find excitement from ghost movies, but they didn't expect to have a campus love affair first.

Male No. [-] and the female lead were discussing poetry, songs, endowments and life ideals in the school cafeteria. The male lead looked at the side with resentment, impotent rage, and broke an innocent chopstick.

In less than 10 minutes, Shen Tinglan fell asleep completely.

Originally, Jiang Fusheng was not sleepy, but the film seemed to have hypnotic power, which made his eyelids fight and stick together uncontrollably.

"God damn ghost movies, I'm sleepy after watching them." Jiang Fusheng reluctantly persisted for another seven or eight minutes, and finally couldn't hold on anymore.Before he had time to see Die Xian in this movie, he met Zhou Gong first.

The author has something to say: the rainbow fart in the movement of the celestial body was given by the artist lm7 to teacher Xiaori