as you meet

"Also, as I said just now, it is my habit to keep silent when visiting art exhibitions. I think a quiet environment is more conducive to the precipitation of beauty. It's just that I heard other people's high-spirited talks at the beginning, so I couldn't help but help The artist rehabilitated."

After Song Shihe finished speaking, he gently touched Ji Yusheng's cup with his cup. When the cups collided, Song Shihe said:

"But I hope to communicate with students more than professors."

Ji Yusheng immediately replied:

"I will study hard to make myself a friend who can have meaningful exchanges with Mr. Song."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even now, I enjoy the collision between us. I think Shengsheng is like a vast planet. It's good enough without adding some birds, insects, flowers and plants."

After all, it is my spring.

"No, Mr. Song is the one. Mr. Song is very knowledgeable. I like chatting with Mr. Song very much. It is really inspiring to communicate with you all the time about art." Ji Yusheng also said sincerely.

"Thank you, it's really great to let you enjoy chatting with me. In fact, there is also an art society in the university, and you can also consider joining it. After all, talking is essential oxygen to arouse thoughts and burn."

"I thought about participating before..." Ji Yusheng said hesitantly.

"Huh? Then why didn't you participate later?"

"Because...because I don't know how to draw." Ji Yusheng lowered his head as he spoke. He felt that Mr. Song must also be good at drawing. After all, he seems to be an excellent person in all aspects, but looking at himself As if he couldn't do anything well, he felt ashamed again, but he heard Song Shihe say with a smile:

"Really? What a coincidence, I won't either."

Ji Yusheng raised his head and looked at Song Shihe in surprise. Song Shihe narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile when he saw Ji Yusheng's reaction:

"Why so surprised?"

"It's just that Mr. Song seems to be a good person who can do everything."

"Haha, is that so, thank you." Song Shihe said with unconcealable joy in his tone.

"But in fact, I am a hardcore fan of stick figures, and I can only draw stick figures."

Ji Yusheng could tell that this sentence was a joke, so he said:

"Mr. Song must be too modest."

But after Song Shihe's round of jokes, Ji Yusheng felt that the distance between himself and Song Shihe was shorter, and he began to stop caring so much about his own shortcomings, and instead focused more on getting along with Song Shihe in front of him.

"Really not." Song Shihe said as he took out a pen, lowered his head and drew something on the paper towel, and pushed the paper towel to Ji Yusheng after he finished drawing.

What caught Ji Yusheng's eyes was a bald stickman, holding a small red flower without leaves in his straight hand, and the only bright spot of this painting is probably that Song Shihe painted a very advanced patterned frame for this painting .

"Pfft, what is this?" Ji Yusheng couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, can't you see? The little prince is giving you roses."

"Pfft, is this the little prince?" Ji Yusheng pointed to the bald and faceless stickman.

"That's right, and this is a rose." Song Shihe pointed to the little red flower and said, lightly touching Ji Yusheng's fingertips.

"Is this a rose haha?"

"That's right, and the patterned frame means that this is an oil painting."

"Pfft haha, I think the border is still drawn very nicely."

"Hey, do I fully explain what it means to talk on paper." Hearing Ji Yusheng's symbolic encouragement, Song Shihe pretended to be sad and said, and then stroked his forehead artificially.

"The elements of the composition are clear and logical. When it comes to carrying a paintbrush and a real gun, holding the hand of the muse, but drawing a stickman."

"Haha yes, when I picked up the paintbrush, the only thought in my mind was that I'm not good at it."

"Yeah, I thought why I can't draw, but everyone around me can. It may be that God added an artistic touch to my eyes when he created me, but forgot to add a sense of art to my hands. on artistic ability."

"Haha, this may be God's amnesia."

Ji Yusheng felt that Song Shihe's words resonated with him very much, so he covered his mouth and couldn't stop laughing.

Song Shihe saw that Shengsheng slowly became cheerful in front of him and said:

"Speaking of things I'm not good at, I wasn't good at walking when I was a kid. It's said that when everyone started walking, I couldn't crawl."

"But then suddenly one day I will leave, which means that I skipped the foundation of climbing directly, and I will leave all at once."

"So I think it's just that my painter is not enlightened. Maybe one day I will become a painter."

"Hahaha, I think Mr. Song will be fine."

"Maybe Shengsheng enlightened earlier than me, should I ask for an autograph first?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Song Shihe and Ji Yusheng laughed and joked with each other again, and Song Shihe said:

"Just kidding, but everyone has something they are good at and not good at. You don't have to pay too much attention to your own shortcomings, and occasionally look at your own strengths. Don't give up some precious things that are close at hand because of your low self-esteem. Deserving opportunity again."

"I think life is very good. It is better than the scorching sun in summer, the golden leaves in autumn, and the cold plums in winter. So I hope that whatever you do, you can do it with more confidence. You have enough talent and are willing to work hard. So I believe you will be able to pick the fruit in the garden of Eros."

Hearing Song Shihe's extremely sincere praise, Ji Yusheng couldn't help but feel hot on his face. He felt that he was not worthy of such admiration, but at the same time, he also understood Song Shihe's encouragement to him, and he felt more determined about art.

"Understood, thank you, Mr. Song. I also think that Mr. Song is better than everything in spring."

After Ji Yusheng said this sincerely, he found that Song Shihe was stunned and did not answer, so he became a little flustered in an instant.

"I'm sorry, my metaphor is rather cheesy..."

I use some cheesy metaphors in front of poets, and I can simply express my gratitude and praise my excellence.

"No, no, thank you, I'm very happy, uh, thank you so much, I feel very honored." Song Shihe also rarely became a little flustered, and his words were a little confused. Ji Yusheng also found that the tips of Song Shihe's ears were also a little red , the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange again, so Song Shihe cleared his throat and said

"The art society has subdivided categories such as painting and art appreciation, etc. You can just talk to the people in the society when you apply. I was invited to participate in the activities of the society. I think their discussions It's all meaningful."

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Note:

The Garden of Eros borrows from Mr. Wilde's poem "The Garden of Eros", which aims to "sharpen people's sensory sensitivity and awaken people's natural beauty."