as you meet

After this journey to winter, the course officially stepped into the gate of oriental art.Before that, Ji Yusheng ran into Song Shihe on the bridge leading to the lecture hall.Just as Ji Yusheng wanted to say hello to him, he found that he was squatting in front of a poster and didn't know what he was doing, so Ji Yusheng approached him and greeted him politely behind his back:

"Mr. Song, good morning."

The people squatting on the ground turned their heads in surprise, and immediately responded with a smile when they saw that it was indeed Ji Yusheng.

"Shengsheng, good morning."

Following these words, a bird flapped its soft wings across the corridor, sang a pleasant song, and then flew away.The moment he saw Ji Yusheng, Song Shihe thought: Maybe it is a primrose.

Ji Yusheng saw Song Shihe squatting on the ground with his mobile phone, so he asked him:

"Mr. Song, what are you doing here?"

Song Shihe straightened up, pointed to the poster, and said:

"I saw that there is a "Little Artist Training Program" here, which is said to support children from poor families with outstanding artistic talents to pursue their ideals. It is said that if there are some subjects that are not available in this school, they will be funded to study in other countries. Woolen cloth."

Ji Yusheng looked down and found a large QR code next to the poster, which said that by scanning this, you can see the details of the plan and donate money.

"Mr. Song is planning to help them?"

Song Shihe nodded and said:

"That's right, when I have no ability to do anything after decades, they are the ones who can continue art. After all, fewer and fewer people are willing to study art now..."

Song Shihe said as the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, but when he saw the smiling face on the poster, the light in his eyes lit up again. He looked at those children and said:

"There are still some children who are willing to keep their art, how precious. From their smiling faces, it seems that we can see the purest love for art."

He looked down at the details of the plan on the phone, and whispered sincerely:

"I hope my meager efforts can prevent more people from pursuing their dreams too late."

After being silent for a while, Song Shihe cheered up again, raised his head and said to Ji Yusheng with a smile:

"And I am also very happy that the money I earn from publishing poetry collections and professors can be used in more meaningful places."

Seeing Song Shihe's disappointed smile, Ji Yusheng nervously snapped his nails, and mustered up his courage to say:

"It will be done."

"Huh?" Song Shihe's smile froze.

"Art will continue forever, and every generation will have the opportunity to get close to beauty." Ji Yusheng sincerely hopes and believes it will.

"I'm not very good at speaking beautiful words, but I believe that Mr. Song's wish will definitely come true, and everything you do will be rewarded. Art, something more shocking than flowers falling from the sky and clouds blooming from the ground, there is always someone Will be infected by it, there will always be people who love it crazily, and there will always be people who will do anything to make it fly into the hearts of more people."

"It shouldn't be buried, and it can't die."

Ji Yusheng said it very firmly, because he was also impressed by its pomegranate skirt, and even now, he still continues to be moved by it.So he understands that for some people, art is an indispensable existence like breath and water, and he also believes that Song Shihe will only feel stronger than him.

"Thank you, Shengsheng."

Not wanting to continue this topic that sounded a bit serious and kept revealing his gaps, Song Shihe turned to ask:

"Shengsheng, how is your poem?"

"Well, I thought about it last night and probably already know what to write."

“Great one by one”

"Professor Song!"

Song Shihe hadn't finished speaking when a third voice came from behind them. They turned around and found Minto, who was wearing a hat, running towards them against the light.Song Shihe hadn't froze at Shengsheng's bright smile, he stopped his smile, and greeted Mingtuo with a smile:

"Minto, good morning."

When Ming Tuo got closer, Ji Yusheng also nodded his head and greeted him, but Ming Tuo didn't seem to see Ji Yusheng, and said:

"Professor Song, good morning! I am one by one today"

Seeing that Mingtuo had no intention of greeting Ji Yusheng at all, Song Shihe smiled and interrupted him:

"Sorry. Minto, this is Ji Yusheng from the same class."

Ming Tuo, who was happily talking about this to Song Shihe, paused. He looked at Ji Yusheng, nodded perfunctorily, and continued to say to Song Shihe:

"Professor, I will also participate in the poetry competition!"

Song Shihe encouraged him with a smile when he heard the words:

"Really? Come on, I'm looking forward to seeing your work."

Minto asked unwillingly:

"I actually wrote it long ago. Professor Song, would you like to take a look? Then can you revise it for me?"

Song Shihe shook his head and rejected him gently,

"I'll wait until the game to watch it. Now, won't there be any surprises when I watch it? And I believe that Minto can complete a very good work by himself."

Ji Yusheng, who was listening on the sidelines, looked at such a radiant, confident and highly creative Minto, and felt that he was really inferior in comparison.

Hearing Song Shihe's words, Ming Tuo flattened his mouth. He looked at Ji Yusheng who was suddenly feeling a little lost, rolled his eyes and thought for a while, and asked:

"Will classmate Ji also participate in the competition?"

Ji Yusheng, who was suddenly mentioned, was still lamenting Minto's ability, and didn't react for a while.

"Uh, ah, I one by one"

So Song Shihe answered for him:

"Well, he'll be there too."

As soon as he mentioned Shengsheng around him, Song Shihe's eyes once again hung a new moon.

Seeing Song Shihe's completely different attitude and eyes from just now, Ming Tuo frowned imperceptibly, and said in a slightly joking tone:

"Then Professor Song must treat everyone equally and don't help anyone cheat!"

Hearing Mingtuo's words, Ji Yusheng felt extremely uncomfortable, Song Shihe first retorted for him:

"Don't worry, I won't help anyone revise poems before the competition."

"It would be nice if Professor Song treated everyone equally."

"I will one by one"

Hearing this, Ji Yusheng clenched his fists, he took a deep breath and stared at Minto couldn't help but interjected:

"I also plan not to rely on anyone to complete the entire poem. Professor Song will definitely treat the competition fairly."

Seeing Ji Yusheng's rare serious expression, Song Shihe also paused. He kept telling himself and was used to taking care of Shengsheng, but he suddenly felt that Ji Yusheng might be stronger than he thought.Minto waved his hand and said:

"Haha, I know, I know, I'm just joking, classmate Ji, why are you serious~"

Then Minto smiled brightly at Song Shihe and said:

"Professor Song, class is about to start, I'm going to the lecture hall first!"

After Mingtuo left, there was a moment of silence between Song Shihe and Ji Yusheng, and the clouds covered the sunlight shining on the promenade at this moment, and the whole overpass became a bit dark. Finally, Ji Yusheng spoke in a low voice:

"I'm sorry Mr. Song, I shouldn't ask you to help me think of inspiration. After all, this is a competition, and you have been questioned about fairness because of me..."

"No, it's not Shengsheng's fault, it's because I got carried away, sorry... But the inspiration is actually Shengsheng's own thinking, you don't need to apologize."

"And you wrote the poem yourself..."

"Um..."

"If you mind, I won't chat with you recently..."

"No...it's okay..." Song Shihe came from another city, and he didn't know anyone here. It would be too unfair to Mr. Song if he kept a distance from him because of this unnecessary incident.

There was silence between them again, and finally Song Shihe said:

"It's almost time, let's go to class first."

Ji Yusheng nodded and walked to the lecture hall with Song Shihe. They walked side by side in silence for a while, and finally Song Shihe broke the silence and asked:

"Did you encounter any difficulties when previewing oriental paintings?"

Ji Yusheng thought for a while and said:

"I did encounter a little difficulty in previewing modernist works. Sometimes I can't understand the author's intention, such as Huai Su's calligraphy works, and Shi Tao's ugly stone, which are difficult to understand. But Mr. Song's handouts and references The books are explained very clearly, so the understanding will be much clearer after reading. But I think the process of my gradual understanding is also very interesting, and it seems that I can discover new things every time I read it.”

As Ji Yusheng talked, his eyes became brighter and brighter, like the brighter and brighter moon that gradually came out after a cloudy day.

"Well, I understand. Many classmates have mentioned this problem, so I will spend more time watching modernist works with you, don't worry."

"Okay, thank you professor."

"You're welcome, after all, I'm Siri Song, this is my job."

Hearing Song Shihe's slightly abrupt joke in a serious topic, Ji Yusheng was stunned. After a while, he realized that Song Shihe was not serious about the joke at all, and his shoulders began to twitch continuously, laughing uncontrollably.

"Haha, Siri Song is really, hahaha"

Song Shihe also laughed when he saw his appearance,

"What's wrong? Didn't Shengsheng himself say that?"

Ji Yusheng shook his head and said:

"Hahaha, how dare I give the professor such a fancy name!"

"But you just say that I look like a humanized electronic product?"

"Hahahaha what, I really didn't say you are an electronic product! Really not!"

Sunshine, who was bored and hid just now because of the silence between them, curiously parted the clouds after hearing the laughter and shone into the corridor again. Sunshine danced around them, eavesdropping on their conversation.