静物

Wu Tong bid farewell to Bo Sen, Tang Xiangying and Li Shiqing after that, and went back to the dormitory.

Her dormitory is called the "transition zone". All the dormitories before this number are from the art department, and all the dormitories after the number are from foreign departments.In Wu Tong's bed, there are two students from the music department, two students from the visual communication department, and Liu Yichen and her.It's strange how art colleges are always lumped together.

Before Wu Tong opened the door and entered the room, he heard the sound of the flute jumping, and the fancy, climbing notes could hardly be recognized as an etude of scales.

Almost habitually bypassing the music stand, Wu Tong only nodded to his roommates in the music department, then walked towards his seat at the back, and saw Liu Yichen grinding ink from a distance.

Liu Yichen has been calligraphy since elementary school and is very good at traditional Chinese painting. Although both of them are from the Department of Fine Arts, they are from a different world from Wu Tong.

"Have you figured out what to draw?" Liu Yichen asked as soon as she saw Wu Tong, while playing with the bristles of the brush, like stroking a small animal.

"Um?"

"Department exhibition! I just heard that Li Shiqing is going to live in the department hall, and I was shocked. Isn't it two months before the application is submitted? It seems very rushed."

Well, I have heard about Li Shiqing from me, but Wu Tong thought it was a joke.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Wu Tong said, put down his backpack, and began to organize the utensils he just bought, "I thought I wouldn't be in a hurry."

"Shouldn't be in such a hurry." Liu Yichen concluded, threw the brush into the brush washer, grabbed a roll of tissue paper and started to go outside, "Shi Qing is too nervous, making people panic."

Wu Tong responded, and watched Liu Yichen's back full of painting supplies leave the dormitory, with the sound of an elegant flute in the background.

When I looked back, I passed the table of my roommate in the design department, and saw that the clothes were piled up on the chairs, and the piles of advertising paint and the plum blossom plate with dried paint were almost mixed into the pile of used waste paper. The MacBook has been turned off, but the cover is not closed, and the paper is overflowing on the keyboard, and the wires can be seen, but the mouse is nowhere to be seen.

So... so messy.

This reminded Wu Tong of Bo Sen, the degree of confusion was not as good as one fortieth of that of Bo Sen!The appearance she was so eager to show today is obviously surprisingly neat, right?

Wu Tong admitted that she was a little curious.

She is not a person who likes to join in the fun. In fact, the invitation may be as meaningless to her as the thousands of sentences that were passed over before.For some reason, Wu Tong boarded the bus as if he made up his mind, and went to Bo Sen's house.

The worst thing is, Wu Tong was at a loss after getting off the bus. She remembered how to get there, but forgot the exact location.

"Tong!"

Wu Tong's excitement was not obvious, but when she heard Bo Sen's call, she was really glad, otherwise she would have made a trip in vain for no reason.

Wu Tong saw Bo Sen standing with a red-haired girl.

At first glance, the girl's age was hard to tell, maybe she was as old as Person.Wu Tong thinks that it is admirable to dare to dye her hair red. Fortunately, she has fair skin, a straight nose and good facial features, otherwise it may be a disaster.

Bo Sen murmured a few words to the girl, waved his hand and left, walking towards Wu Tong.

The red-haired girl stared at Wu Tong for a while with a complicated expression before turning around and leaving.

"Heh, I said goodbye to you this afternoon, and I thought I would never see you again."

Meaning, Bo Sen concluded that Wu Tong would break the appointment?Still feel that Wu Tong's words are perfunctory?Wu Tong let out an "oh", somewhat mixed with displeasure.

Bo Sen heard it, thought for a while, and giggled.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Bo Sen restored her usual calm smile, and pulled Wu Tong away, "I can't wait to show you, this level of cleanliness is really unparalleled, heh."

It turned out to be really clean.It's not that Wu Tong has never seen neatness before, but everything needs some comparison. If you look at Bo Sen's house before tidying up, you will find that it looks like before and after plastic surgery.

It turns out that Bosen’s house has at least twelve square meters, which is larger than the last time I saw it. The living room is not exactly a living room. After clearing out the debris, a large table was exposed, and stacks of them were placed neatly on top of it. Canvas, paints and painting tools, this can be regarded as a studio.

The setting sun shone in through the window, and it turned out to be a very quiet environment.

"Amazing."

Wu Tong made a concise comment.

Bo Sen chuckled a few times, picked up the monocular camera on the table, and made an annotation for the memory.

"Can I see it?" Wu Tong pointed to the stacks of canvases on the table, which seemed to have traces of creation.

Looking down at the photo, Bo Sen hesitated for a moment before nodding.

Wu Tong did not ignore Bo Sen's hesitation.

"Can't you see it?" Sometimes a work is like a person's heart, which cannot be dissected and viewed at will.

"Oh, don't laugh at me!" Bo Sen smiled easily, and put the camera back on the table, "You are from the art department! You might feel a little naive looking at my works!"

There is no difference between professional and unprofessional art! …Not to mention that even if I graduated, I might not be considered outstanding, let alone just a freshman.Wu Tong thought.After getting approval, reach out and look at the canvas.In an instant, I understood the tragedy of Boysen's college entrance.

Really very personal.

She is used to using composite media, aluminum cans, candy wrappers, hair clips, glass shards... These things occasionally appear in a corner of the picture, and the perfect combination will not cause the feeling of separation.

Wu Tong reached out and touched it.

"Acrylic paint?"

Berson nodded.

The colors are very consistent and bold, with a strong feeling of eagerness to break through.No wonder, no wonder that the design department is not suitable for her. Although the emphasis is on vision, there is too much self and too much ambition in Posen's paintings.

"It's beautiful."

Wu Tong said sincerely, and Bo Sen laughed disapprovingly.

"Hey! You don't have to be polite to me..."

"I was serious."

Wu Tong was very surprised, his words had a strong taste.

Berson shrugged and didn't say much.The moment he turned around, Wu Tong seemed to see her gloomy eyes. Before Wu Tong had time to think, Bo Sen had already put on a smiling face and proposed to have dinner.

"I invite you to eat..." Boysen walked into the neat kitchen and walked around, as if lost in his own house, "Well, there is nothing to eat."

"Instant noodles." Wu Tong looked up at the wrapping paper in the cabinet above.

"Bingxue is smart!" Bo Sen laughed loudly, "The mess there is not an exaggeration. I forgot that there are instant noodles after I didn't tidy them up. They shouldn't have expired..."

Wu Tong pulled a chair to take it, and just stretched out his hand, he saw the big bag of bubbles moving towards him, and then fell from his eyes.She panicked and wanted to reach out to catch it, but she fell off the chair unexpectedly.

No pain, not too much pain.

"Oh! Harm others and harm yourself!" Bo Sen wailed, it turned out that Wu Tong was directly on Bo Sen's body when he fell.

Wu Tong got up in a panic and saw a broom lying on the ground.It turns out that she just pushed that thing down with a broom...

While making noodles, Bo Sen clarified that she absolutely did not mean to make Wu Tong fall.

"I meant to make a little joke..."

"Anyway, I'm on top of you." Wu Tong took a sip of the short noodles, and just fell and accidentally crushed most of them, "You deserve it."

Berson laughed.

"Tong, what do you want to draw for the exhibition?"

The same question was asked twice in one day.

Wu Tong raised his head to look at Bo Sen, blank means: how do you know?

"Last week, I talked with your sketch teacher. She said that after three or four more drawings, she would not be able to draw human body sketches. At that time, she should give you some personal time so that you can prepare for the department exhibition. "

Wu Tong lowered his head to eat the noodles.

"Oh, you didn't answer my question again."

Bo Sen said with a smile, but he was not looking at Wu Tong.

"Oh."

Wu Tong followed Bo Sen's line of sight. The small but spacious living room and the canvases stood alone in the setting sun like an abandoned child.

"Department exhibition, I haven't thought of it yet."

Bo Sen withdrew his absent-minded gaze, and smiled apologetically at Wu Tong.

The two ate instant noodles in silence.

"Tong." Bo Sen said suddenly.

"Um?"

"Where are you from?"

"Taichung."

Although most of the students would guess that Wu Tong is from Taipei, perhaps it is because Wu Tong's silence is often regarded as a symbol of indifference and dishonesty, which is very metropolitan, or because Wu Tong's best friend ——Li Shiqing and Tang Xiangying——they are both from Taipei.

"Oh! Are you going to stay?"

"Um."

"Oh, it's crowded for six people." As Bo Sen said, Wu Tong remembered that she was a senior who had graduated from the same school as her, and it was not surprising that she had the same experience in accommodation.

Person's face really makes people forget her age.

"Tong!" Bo Sen took a sip of the soup, then put down the bowl, his eyes drifted to the living room and became deeper again, "Do you want a space to create?"

"Um?"

"You can also see that this living room doesn't look like home at all except for the sofa. Heh, I deliberately want to create the feeling of a studio." Bo Sen poured the soup into the sink, "Tong, if you want to be a department store Or for an environment other than a dormitory, this is a good choice.”

Wu Tong looked at the living room... No... The studio is not big, but it is definitely enough for two people to set up an easel and paint. Compared with the dark and dirty of the department hall, or the small and crowded dormitory, the environment here is a luxury.

It seemed a little too good, but Wu Tong didn't dare to think about it.

Back at the dormitory at night, Wu Tong passed by the reading room of the dormitory, where Liu Yichen was using a small orchid to outline the outline of a human face.Wu Tong remembered Li Shiqing's declaration that he wanted to live in the department hall, and decided not to forget about Bo Sen's proposal too quickly.