Love reshapes life

Another weekend, Lu Zhenhua was treated with acupuncture by Yingying's elder brother for less than three days, and it seemed that his meridians were opened up, and his body that was out of control regained the initiative.Early this morning, she rushed there to take Lu Zhenhua out of the hospital.The doctor said that he has recovered. The more important thing about this kind of disease is self-cultivation. When you get older, you should not worry too much and get too angry, and then check it regularly. The problem is not too big.And the family atmosphere is also very important. You can go home and recuperate slowly, maybe it will get better faster.

Ruping cried immediately when she heard this, and said that although her father can speak normally, his walking steps are still weak, and he must stay in the hospital until he is fully recovered. If Yiping is too busy to take care of her father, she has plenty of time.Yiping felt that it was okay for Ruping to be hypocritical, and she was also hypocritical, but she really couldn't stand her always belittling herself in words.She didn't want to play such meaningless talk with her, but instead asked Lu Zhenhua if he wanted to go home.Unexpectedly, Lu Zhenhua also said that he should stay in the hospital for an extra week until he regained some strength.If Yiping doesn't like the hospital, she won't come to the hospital to see her in the future.

Yiping was speechless and was dragged out of the ward by Fu Wenpei.Fu Wenpei said in a low voice, "Your father wanted to match Ruping and Dr. Lan, so he said to stay for a few more days. Don't think too much about it."

Yiping thought of Lan Yingying, the elder brother who had returned from studying abroad. He obviously studied Western medicine and surgery, but he used acupuncture to relieve Lu Zhenhua from aphasia and unable to take care of himself in three days.This person looks very elite, but hasn't He Shuhuan been dead for less than three months?Didn't she almost lose love because of this?

Yiping really didn't want to stay in the hospital. She planned to ask Fang Yu out today. She looked at Ruping and Mengping, who were pretending to be cute around Lu Zhenhua, and at Fu Wenpei, who was a little absent-minded.She sighed, and left the hospital anyway, and went to the school where Fang Yu practiced.

"Yiping, I always knew you were very busy, so you don't need to come to accompany me today." Fang Yu was quite touched, and was worried that Yiping might forget that the two agreed to be with each other on their birthday Spent promise.Unexpectedly, she still found her own school.

Fang Yu studied in a normal college, where she majored in art, her favorite major. At the beginning, Yiping University did not take music as an elective, and she still couldn’t understand it. Now that she graduated, she realized that dreams and reality are so irreconcilable.Her parents are just ordinary teachers, and there are four younger siblings in the family.Today's schools only offer art majors in special teachers' colleges, and many art classes in primary and middle schools are only in name, and they don't hire professional teachers at all.As an ordinary graduate of the teacher's college, she can only work here as an assistant to the teacher who teaches her painting for free, which is something she managed to win.Whether you can be hired by this school in the future depends on your own reputation in the future.

Yiping saw that Fang Yu seemed to have something on her mind. She probably understood what she was worried about. When she wanted to choose an art major, Yiping wanted to remind her, but she didn't say it in the end.There are too many times in a person's life that they don't necessarily know their dreams and preferences, but are forced to choose their own life.A life without waves is not necessarily happier than a life that is short, exciting, full of fantasy and thorns.

Her dream, she wants to realize, how can she foresee and comment on it?The current path is chosen by herself, and Yiping feels that as a good friend, she can only support and understand silently.

Yiping took out two tickets for the art exhibition and handed it to Fang Yu. It was an art exhibition where the famous painter Master Lin specially exhibited his works and collections in Shanghai.It lasted for a week, and the tickets were extremely difficult to get, and Yiping sold them at a high price thanks to Hong Ling's face.

She was really busy recently, and what Teacher Zhang said made her a little unsure about whether she should accept him to teach her Japanese alone.She has always wanted to find someone to confide in, but Rainbow Seven is not the most suitable person to confide in.On the contrary, it is Fang Yu, who can become friends with her without adding any impurities. She sometimes confides her fragile, helpless, and confused side to her.

The moment Fang Yu saw the tickets, she was so excited that she hardly knew what to say.As an art student, she naturally knew about this art exhibition, but for an ordinary person like her, she didn't even know where the tickets were sold.

"Today and until 6 o'clock in the evening, your time is mine." Yiping didn't think it was a big deal, she had never seen such a high-end art exhibition in her previous life, and she really wanted to see the world, pretending to be elegant.After speaking, he pulled Fang Yu into the car, and went to the branch of Rainbow Square in the French Concession. He specially picked out a suit of the latest style for Fang Yu, and changed into a fashionable little dress for himself.At the same time, let the dressing room in the shop give them a suitable hairstyle.The account is naturally recorded in Yiping's account.

The two came to the art exhibition, which was decorated in a western style, and there was also a special small hall with a Chinese style display, displaying his traditional Chinese paintings.

At this time, there are no small LED lights that will be widely used in the future to set off these paintings, but there are still enough light bulbs near each painting, so the lights here are still very bright.

People who come here to look at paintings should have a love for art, even if they don't really love art, they should pretend to be a love.Yiping didn't know much about paintings, and was just a companion, listening to Fang Yu's introduction of each painting to herself with great interest.

When she walked to a landscape painting, she frowned, and Yiping asked, "What's wrong?"

Fang Yu thought for a while and said, "I heard that the paintings of Master Lin's disciples were also exhibited here. This painting can also be exhibited. It is really thanks to Master Lin."

Yiping really doesn't know much about art, as far as the painting she saw is not much different from other paintings, but the signature is indeed not Master Lin's special signature.

Yiping asked casually, "What's wrong with this painting?"

"The composition is not a big problem, but the colors are too gaudy. He seems to be still in the stage of seeking truth, but he deliberately pursues the imagery, which is a bit nondescript. Instead, he doesn't know what connotation he wants to express." Fang Yu said softly.

"Miss, if you don't understand painting, don't make random comments, okay? I think you are not old, do you know what is imagery and what is connotation? Can you understand this painting?"

The two of them were a bit taken aback, but when they turned their heads, they found two men and a woman standing behind them, one of them was unkempt and angry, and his face was flushed red because of anger, or if his skin was originally dark and red .The fashionable curly-haired woman was very beautiful, and she was gently comforting the angry man, while the well-dressed gentleman next to her seemed to be standing on the sidelines.

Yiping looked around because of the movement, she had some wait-and-see eyes, and suddenly felt that this man might have sneaked in.I don't understand the etiquette of such a high-level occasion at all, and my words are like roaring.

Fang Yu is also straight-tempered: "Sir, you don't know me, so how do you know that I don't know how to paint? I'm not very old, but have you heard that artistic talent is often easier to become a god than school age and hard work?" ?”

Yiping knew that this was an indisputable debate, and art was really hard to explain.I remember the rumors that many students who are not good at reading in later generations enroll in an art training class in their third year of high school, study for a year or so, and then pass the entrance examination of a first-class university.The main reason is that works of art, unlike language, mathematics, and foreign languages, have relatively definite standard answers, so there are fewer human factors, but what about art?As long as the school wants you to say that you are good at painting, that’s fine.

"You are talented. This is the first time I heard that you are talented. Then tell me why you think you are talented." The man seemed to think Fang Yu's talent was ridiculous.

Fang Yu couldn't answer, talent is really not easy to measure.

Yiping is not someone who likes to sit and wait for death. Looking at this inexplicable man, she asked, "Why is Mr. so angry? Did you draw that painting?"

The man's face froze, and Yiping sneered seeing his expression: "People often say that the work is like the person, I think the husband can't even listen to a little different voice, so he loses his composure on such a occasion, and treats the lady so ruthlessly." Li. I don’t think this work is much better.”

"You, what have you guys painted? Take it out and have a look. If you don't know how to draw at all, don't spoil other people's works at will. This is also basic etiquette, understand?" The man's voice was still the same loud.

Fang Yu frowned, and wanted to argue with them, when Master Lin heard the movement and came over.Fang Yu smiled and said: "This small hall indeed displays the works of many talented young people. I think young people who love art should be given more opportunities to show themselves. Every painting is just like this world, different. The people in your eyes and the world you see are all different, and these paintings are indeed good and bad. This lady pointed out the shortcomings of this painting, and they really do exist. Ruohong, why don’t you tell me your original intention for painting this painting What connotation do you want to convey?"

Mei Ruohong was not happy to hear that Master Lin actually agreed that his paintings had shortcomings.He didn't think a girl who looked like a student could have much taste.And with so many people watching, if these people can't agree with him today, and they listen to what this female student said, then the opportunity he finally got to show himself will turn into a predicament for him.For this he must justify himself.He said loudly: "This work of mine is called The Cry of the Abyss. We live in a chaotic world, and there is more indifference and hostility between people. This world needs understanding and love. Everyone feels the cry of the people in the painting." Is it? He wants to be understood, and love can warm him.”

Yiping somewhat understands why there is a deep hole, it is dark, it turns out that this is the abyss, surrounded by bright colors and background colors, do they represent light and love, is there someone in this deep hole?She just found some strange and dirty colors, a fuzzy mass, and she didn't find anyone at all.

Yiping didn't dare to answer the words. She didn't understand painting, so she didn't know whether it had connotation or no connotation, whether the connotation was clearly expressed or not.On the other hand, Fang Yu on the side seemed to snicker, but didn't say anything more.Everyone seemed to have a little smile but no further comments.