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With the last piece of snow falling, the snowman completely melted, turning into a transparent and calm lake, lying quietly on the table.

"It's a pity, they melted soon." Ji Yusheng said regretfully, just looking at "snow" for a while, the snowman on the table melted, as if implying that no matter how hard they tried, they could not change the current summer situation fact.Suddenly pulled back to reality, Ji Yusheng couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Song Shihe took a towel, spread it on the lake, and said to Ji Yusheng:

"His mission is complete after leaving you with inspiration, so he will go to spring sleep. We will see you again in winter."

"See you again...?"

"Well, it's like the four seasons are recurring, instead of ten or a hundred seasons continuing continuously. I believe this is for all the people in the world to meet again." Song Shihe said while wiping the table clean.

"So, see you later."

After listening to his words, Ji Yusheng was stunned, as if he was thinking about something, Song Shihe felt that he was "crazy" with himself all afternoon and was tired, so he said:

"It's getting late, I'll pack up and send you back."

Hearing this, Ji Yusheng looked at the clock, and immediately became anxious when he saw the time.

"Ah! So it's already so late, I'm sorry I have something to do, I'm leaving first." After speaking, he immediately stood up to pack up.

Seeing Ji Yusheng stand up anxiously suddenly, Song Shihe asked, "Is there anything going on after Shengsheng?"

While tidying up, Ji Yusheng said:

"Yes, I originally planned to go to the public library to borrow some reference books after finishing the exhibition."

"That's it... sorry for delaying your arrangement," Song Shihe also glanced at the time, reached for a thin coat and said:

"There's still an hour, go now. Leave those things alone, I'll pack them up when I come back."

"Okay," Ji Yusheng walked to the door and suddenly remembered something and stopped, Song Shihe asked with some doubts:

"what happened?"

"I forgot to change back into my clothes..."

Song Shihe smiled when he heard this, and said:

"Those clothes are still wet, I'll bring them to you after I wash them."

"Oh no, don't bother you, I'll just wear it for a while."

"It's not troublesome, the clothes are still quite wet, and after you wear them, you will catch cold easily if you blow the evening wind,"

"not one by one"

Before Ji Yusheng could refuse, Song Shihe said again:

"And I caused the problem, so let me help you. Time is running out, we have to go to the library quickly." Saying that, he gently pushed Ji Yusheng out.

On the way to the library, Ji Yusheng was thinking about the poems for the competition all the time, but he felt that no matter how he thought, he couldn't create a poem that satisfied Song Shihe. Song Shihe found that he was silent all the way, so he asked:

"Shengsheng, are you thinking of a poetry competition?"

Only then did Ji Yusheng pull his thoughts away from the poems, he recovered and nodded,

"Yes."

Thinking of his chaotic thoughts, Ji Yusheng said:

"I think I'm really not suitable for writing...Unlike Mr. Song, I can't finish a poem the moment the inspiration arrives, so I can only think and write carefully by myself, but often there will still be problems after I finish writing. Lots of gaps..."

The more Ji Yusheng spoke, the lower his voice seemed to be complaining about his incompetence and powerlessness.

"Haha, Shengsheng, you misunderstood me too much." Song Shihe said with a smile and shook his head.

"Unlike what you said, I still have to revise many times before I can write a good poem! Unlike most poets, I am not a talented person, what I can do is keep writing, Just keep improving. I am the same as Shengsheng, so I don’t need to underestimate myself because I don’t have talent. The lack of talent is left to hard work to make up for it. And the most basic purpose of poetry is to express yourself, and then to infect others. Expressing and introspecting yourself is the most important thing. The most important thing. Don't worry, just think about it slowly, there are still many days before the deadline for the poetry competition."

Song Shihe's words sounded very familiar to Ji Yusheng. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that sentence from Hegel that he had read before.

I used to comfort others with "all this is mainly introspection", but now I am trapped by it.That's right, if I create to satisfy Mr. Song, then my thoughts will be restricted, and I believe Mr. Song will not be willing to see such poems.Mr. Song’s favorite poems should be free and flying poems, poems for expressing oneself, not poems with layers of shackles, poems written to meet other people’s expectations.

Ji Yusheng suddenly became cheerful, and he thanked Song Shihe with a smile:

"I see! Thank you, Mr. Song!"

However, Ji Yusheng felt that it was a coincidence that Mr. Song also read Hegel's words, just like one of the fragments of a dream, which is inextricably linked with other fragments.

After going to the library, Song Shihe wanted to send Ji Yusheng home. Ji Yusheng felt that it was getting late so he refused, but Song Shihe insisted on going home with him. In the end, Ji Yusheng couldn't let him go, so they once again went back side by side against the evening wind. Home.This time they missed the setting sun, but caught the street lights that came on on time.Before the stars appear in the middle of the night, the street lights are like the stars around you.

"The books are heavy, let me help you get a few."

"Thank you, no need, I have a lot of strength." Ji Yusheng said so and lifted the book again.

Song Shihe said in surprise:

"Really? Haha, I can't tell."

"I could score 37-[-] in the handgrip test in middle school." Ji Yusheng held a pile of books and bent his arms comically, making a gesture of a strongman.

"Hahaha."

"Then you have to eat more."

"Ok?"

Song Shihe remembered Ji Yusheng's thin body under the cold wind on the day of worship, and said:

"I can't see that you are very vigorous. Shengsheng, have you eaten three meals on time?"

"There is lunch and dinner, but this year many classes are held very early in the morning, and there is basically no time for breakfast."

Song Shihe frowned and said worriedly:

"Breakfast is very important in the three meals a day. You must eat enough. If you don't have time to cook breakfast when you wake up in the morning, you can use the rice cooker to set a time to cook porridge at night."

"Well, okay." Ji Yusheng nodded in agreement.

Song Shihe looked sideways at the book in Ji Yusheng's hand, and said:

"The ones you borrowed were all reference books on the appreciation and analysis of oriental and Chinese paintings."

Ji Yusheng, who was holding several books, nodded, looked at the books in his hand and said:

"Yes, I don't know why when I bought reference books before, there seemed to be not a lot of pages introducing oriental paintings, so I didn't have a special understanding of this aspect. Since this course, I have started to get more in-depth contact with oriental paintings. Although Some techniques are similar to western oil paintings, but I think they are more oriental features and beauty. Compared with western oil paintings, the lines are clearer, the coloring and blanking are just right, and the works are abstract but profound. It appeals to me very much, it resonates very much with me.”

"Yes, there is no distinction between high and low art. Just like Eastern and Western art, they both have equally important value and beauty. People who only support one of them and do not tolerate the other's art are still a little superficial. Not conducive to the overall development of art."

"Ok!"

"Since this is the case, it seems that I have to prepare more seriously for the Oriental Art Appreciation class."

"what?"

Song Shihe joked:

"Because if I say something wrong after reading the books, it will not only make people laugh, but also make Shengsheng think that I am not a good professor, so I can no longer teach in your school."

Ji Yusheng said in a panic when he heard the words:

"Oh, Mr. Song, you don't need to be stressed! After reading the reference book, I still only have a superficial understanding. Without Mr. Song, I can't do it!"

Song Shihe listened to his words, the more he listened, his eyes hung higher and higher, he asked with a smile:

"Huh? Can't it work without me?"

"Yes!" Ji Yusheng didn't think much about answering in an instant. After seeing Song Shihe's smiling eyes like the moon hanging high, and his expression waiting for his next words, Ji Yusheng realized what he said, and he immediately Became flustered again.

"No...not...yes, I, I mean me,"

"I think Mr. Song's class has benefited me a lot!" Ji Yusheng finally spoke out with a last deep breath.

Song Shihe, who had been watching Ji Yusheng's reaction, sighed in his heart, said:

"Thank you, but this is not pressure, but motivation."

After hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng didn't know how to reply, so he lowered his head and rested his chin on the heavy book and walked forward.In order not to embarrass himself, Song Shihe added:

"Students are indeed our motivation. I am very happy to think that our class can let you learn more things you are interested in."

"Well, we students can also feel the professor's intentions, so we will take the class seriously and try to learn as much as possible."

Ji Yusheng tripped over the stairs several times when he went upstairs to go home after saying goodbye to Song Shihe, because Song Shihe said another very impactful sentence to him before saying goodbye.

"Shengsheng is a talented person. I believe you will be able to write a good work more easily than me. It's a pity, because I am the referee of this game, so I can't help you read it in advance. But..." Song Shihe paused , looked at Ji Yusheng with bright eyes and said:

"I will look forward to your work every day from now on."

After Ji Yusheng got home, he immediately went back to his room. As soon as he closed the door, he leaned against the door and sat on the ground. He put his hands on his chest, trying to calm down his violent heartbeat, and murmured:

"Why can Mr. Song always have such high expectations for me like this?" He lowered his head and buried it between his knees,

"Obviously I'm just a mediocre person... I'm really not as good as he said..."

After graduating from high school and entering the Department of Economics, he has always felt that this is the only way he can do it. He can only loosen the last little finger that tightens the hem of his art clothes to accept a bunch of new figures and theories.He felt that he had given up on art, and art had given up on him, so he naturally lost the thought and ability to make dead things bloom.

But today Song Shihe took his hand and asked him to reconcile with art, and art has always been tolerant, and art has never been entangled in the past. Instead of blaming him, it gave him the opportunity to get inspiration, which made him suddenly Another thought "maybe it's not too late, maybe I still have a little ability left".

Thinking of Song Shihe's bright moon-like eyes full of expectation, Ji Yusheng quietly made up his mind:

"It can be done, try it."

That night, Ji Yusheng studied until very late, but his mother never came back. This is the third day in a row this week. I don't know if something happened to his mother. Ji Yusheng felt a little bit about it Worry.