Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

With a "click", Shen Xinglan turned on the switch on the wall, and the light poured out, driving away the darkness.

Someone knocked on the door behind him, and he didn't even need to think about who it was.

He Shengyuan considers himself the boss of his family and has a heavy sense of responsibility. At the same time, he is deeply influenced by traditional thinking. He advocates peace in everything and prefers peace when encountering difficulties.

At this moment, he was designated to deliver the medicine, and if Shen Xinglan opened the door, he designated to mutter like a Tang monk for a long time.

He let go of his hand, and the schoolbag fell to the ground without a sound, with his face facing the door: "Brother, I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep, we'll talk about it another day."

The knock on the door lasted for a few seconds just after he finished speaking, and finally died down, returning to tranquility.

Shen Xinglan froze for a few seconds, then walked to the door, held the doorknob, and slowly opened it.

The corridor was empty and there was no one there. He was about to close the door when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a tray on the floor tiles with a cup of milk quietly placed on it.

A question mark slowly appeared on Shen Xinglan's forehead:?

96 wow: "The milkman is really considerate. I guess I heard everyone downstairs. You didn't say that."

Shen Xinglan bent down to pick up the milk cup, the warm touch indicated that it had just been warmed.

He was slightly surprised. At this time, delivering milk is indeed more memorable than delivering medicine.

I didn't expect He Shengyuan's bowl of water to be so flat, full marks for the details.

Back in the room, Shen Xinglan went to the bathroom to take a shower first. The floor-to-ceiling mirror reflected her undressed body. The tattoo on her collarbone was very bright, like a flower in snow.

On the calf, the red blood had coagulated and formed a shallow scab, without any pain.

To Shen Xinglan, this small wound was nothing more than a small matter. He stepped into the bathtub without hesitation, sank into the water, and relaxed his body and mind.

The advantage of being a scumbag is that you don't have to do your homework, and you will be questioned if you do.

So even in the sophomore year of high school, Shen Xinglan could rest directly after taking a shower.

But instead of resting, he sat on the head of the bed and found the painting that He Shu had drawn on the ipad.

People who are not good at words will always find a suitable way to express themselves, and He Shu is no exception. Painting is his window to express himself.

Jinlu Cup is very important to him, so he is extra cautious in choosing the theme.

There are a lot of sketches on the ipad, Shen Xinglan turned page by page, and stopped when he turned to the works that He Shu sent to the competition in the original plot line.

The theme of the Jinlu Cup competition is love. This theme is very broad, and it is easy to fall into a cliché. For example, in the composition of junior high school students, it often appears that my mother will carry me to the hospital in the middle of the night under heavy rain.

There are many kinds of love. Maternal love is one of the greatest loves in the world. There is no mother who does not love her children.

He Shu, who is known as a talented painter, is good at novel, bold and creative painting styles, but this painting is extremely emotionally saturated, with warm and peaceful colors.

All the tenderness he has ever poured into this painting.

——On the screen, the flowers are blooming in the sun, gorgeous and colorful, and in the distance is an endless green lawn. The woman is wearing a pure white dress, smiling slightly with lowered eyes, and the corners of her lips are curved softly.

There is no word for love, love is everywhere.

Shen Xinglan leaned against the head of the bed, the halo was scattered, he stared at the painting for a few seconds, neither sad nor happy.

This painting took He Shu too much effort, but He Yu also drew a similar painting, with similar techniques and strokes.

The two do have the same mother and the same teacher, but they don't have the same brain.

It happened to be this one that was copied, it happened to be it.

After the watch incident, the last power to express love is like a joke in front of two similar pictures.

It is not surprising that He Shu was the one who went crazy in the end.

There were still ten days before the submission of entries was over, Shen Xinglan cut out the gallery and posted on Weibo.

He Shu has his own Weibo account. He opened it at first just to record his sketches. He draws so well. After posting a few works, he gradually gained attention. Now he can be regarded as a small blogger with tens of thousands of followers. .

This is still when he has no business at all. If he managed it well, he would have been a big V long ago.

Shen Xinglan edited Weibo and posted the work that was originally used for the competition.

Within a few minutes, Weibo began to vibrate continuously, and fans shouted that it was the New Year, and the bloggers finally remembered their account passwords, and they hugged together and wept with joy.

The first hot comment is a cat head: It’s so beautiful, but why did the blogger change his style of painting?Are you practicing a new draft?Kneel first! !

96 was so stunned by his operation that he couldn't speak: "Wait a minute, the Jinlu Cup competition requires original works, and there is no work published on any platform?"

"Yes," Shen Xinglan nodded slightly. After the release, he casually put the tablet aside and stretched, "Just draw another picture."

There are only ten days left. If 96 were in human form, he would have stared wide-eyed: "You don't think this is something you can do with your hands, do you?"

"How could it be?" Shen Xinglan's voice had never been so gentle, "But isn't there you?"

96:"……"

96 felt like beeping a dog in his heart.

At the same time, in the next room not far from Shen Xinglan.

The young man was standing on the balcony. He was dressed thinly, with warm eyebrows and eyes, and his fingers were thin and long on the balcony.

The world in his eyes is different from that of ordinary people. The fluorescent green is intertwined and intertwined, the strips of light are intricate, and the codes can be vaguely seen floating on it.

There was nothing he was looking for in this world, it was time to leave.

It's just an ordinary script that newcomers must read, nothing special.

But He Qingcheng suddenly became interested.

If this scene will have a grand opening, it seems that it is not a bad idea to stop for a while and be a close-up audience.

Shen Xinglan expected that Mother He would make a move, but she didn't expect her to act so fast.

The next day, Mr. Yan, who was in charge of taking He Shuhua's paintings, called Shen Xinglan and asked him to come over.

Mr. Yan opened a studio. Although his career focus has shifted with the development of time, but for He Shu, he will come back to teach in person every week.

The bricks and tiles in the studio, even the graffiti on the wall, made Shen Xinglan look very friendly. This is also one of the places where Xiao Heshu grew up.

In the classroom on the third floor, Mr. Yan was already waiting for him. The old man in a white shirt and reading glasses sat motionless, with a sad expression on his face. When he heard the movement, he looked up.

The classroom is not big, so Shen Xinglan walked up to Mr. Yan in two or three steps, bent down and bowed like he did several times before: "Hello, teacher."

Teacher Yan subconsciously reached out, perhaps wanting to pat him on the shoulder, but he didn't.

He was quiet for a long time, and then sighed: "Xiao Shu, I can't take you any longer."

It happened very suddenly. Mother He said that there was another child who also wanted to learn painting, and then he would take the art test.

He Shu is his closed disciple, and Mr. Yan has no plan to bring in new students. That is irresponsible to the students, and also irresponsible to himself.

Until the end, Mother He moved out of the friendship of the previous generation and made progress by retreating. After all, Mr. Yan is a pedant who has spent most of his life in the art world, so there is nothing wrong with this situation.

Now, he is full of guilt and regret for He Shu. The guilt is because he broke his promise and did not accompany him through the last year of high school. The regret is that he has coached for so many years, and he has never seen such a genius like He Shu. seedling.

As if he was born just to paint, he can be sure that if He Shu continues on this path, he will definitely accomplish a lot in the future.

Shen Xinglan's expression froze, and he asked eagerly, "Teacher, what happened?"

Apart from sighing regretfully, Elder Yan had nothing to say: "Just treat it as the teacher who is sorry for you!"

How can a 17-year-old boy understand the complexity of the adult world? In the original plot line, He Shu, who encountered such a thing, seemed to hear the sound of the world collapsing.

But Shen Xinglan was different, he was no longer a child.

After a proper pause and sorting out his emotions, he said with difficulty: "No matter what happened, you are my most respected teacher. I believe you have your difficulties. Thank you for taking me into the wonderful and fantasy world of painting. I wish you the best in the future. Everything is fine."

Elder Yan, who was already in a complicated mood, almost lost his defense when he heard this. He had never seen a more sensible child than He Shu.

"Although I don't take you with me, I'm still your teacher. You can continue to ask me if you don't understand." Yan Lao paused, as if he had made up his mind, and added, "If you need help, just tell me."

He had heard a little bit about the He family's affairs, it was someone else's family matter, and it was a muddy water that he didn't have to wade through, but He Shu was raised by him since he was a child, and he was no different from his own grandson.

He didn't understand why the same mother could be so blatantly biased to such an extent, what is the difference between ruining his future?

If she doesn't care, it's not impossible for the child to be under his care in the future!

Shen Xinglan once again respectfully bowed to Old Yan, neither humble nor overbearing: "Thank you teacher."

This topic was a bit heavy, so Mr. Yan patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to sit beside him, and the two sat together like they were in class, one in front and one behind.

Yan Lao said earnestly: "Little Shu, what are your plans for the future?"

The second and third grades of high school are a crucial life node in life, and many people will always ask about their thoughts on the future.

Because this node is the starting point with infinite possibilities and can go anywhere.

Does He Shu have no idea about his future?If not, why did he work so hard to participate in the competition, why did he secretly engrave the name of his dream school on the desk?

The boy stretched his legs, put his hands on his sides, and raised his head slightly: "I want to go to X University."

The sunlight penetrated the window and fell around the two of them, dyeing half of his face pale gold.

X University is an art paradise, a place where countless art candidates from all over the world are fascinated.

Elder Yan encouraged: "With your ability, you have one year left to learn cultural lessons, and it is not a problem to go to X University."

Shen Xinglan grinned: "I'm Teacher Yan's student, if I can really get into X University, it's because of your good teaching."

Mr. Yan has brought He Shu for so long, and has seen this child many times. He Shu has been calm and introverted since he was a child, and he keeps everything in his heart.

This was the first time he had seen him smile so purely, as if many things that had weighed on his shoulders had vanished in smoke.

But, this is what he should look like at his age, free and wanton.

For a moment, Elder Yan had an idea without warning.

He Shu should go on like this forever. The young man he personally brought up must not have any accidents.

We must live well.