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Wen Ling squatted on the edge of the wet ground, broke off a cattail stick, and played with it in her hands boredly.There were few courses in his senior year, only three classes a week. He had no idea about Bi She, so he simply went to Beidaihe Wetland Park with his luggage on his back to observe birds up close.He rented a room near the park for a month, and went out early and returned late every day with a picture book and binoculars.

The theme he chose was the white crane, which is a winter migratory bird that migrates from the Siberian snowfield to Poyang Lake in autumn and spring, and stops briefly in Beidaihe during the long journey.Wen Ling hid in the reeds, secretly observed the white cranes that were adjusting to rest, and set up a camera to record every move of the bird population.

Over the years, under the influence of modernization, traditional Chinese painting has gradually departed from the traditional styles of flowers, birds, fish, insects, mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and developed towards individuality, innovation, and the integration of East and West.Various schools of modern Chinese painting emerge in endlessly. Wen Ling belongs to the old-fashioned style among the new trendy national style creations. He firmly advocates the traditional Chinese painting style and follows the path of landscape and animals.

In Wen Ling's view, Chinese painting is Chinese painting, and oil painting is oil painting. How can the two distinct schools be confused.At the same time, he also has his own innovative method, making traditional Chinese painting interesting and easy to understand, which is his preferred path of improvement.

For example, the white crane is light, elegant, and aloof from the world. Can you describe its other side that is unknown?Holding up the binoculars, Wen Ling held her breath, for fear of disturbing Bai Yu Tuan, who was dozing on the straw mat more than a dozen meters away.A shelduck swam to the water between Wen Ling and the white crane taking a nap, quacking without hesitation. The white crane slowly opened its eyes, stretched its wings, slapped the shelduck on the forehead, folded its wings and continued to rest.

The beaten shelduck wandered away dejectedly, Wen Ling smiled knowingly, put down the camera, and took a pen to draw a draft of the scene that happened just now in the script.After staying in the wetland park for a week, he recorded a wealth of material and thought of seven or eight content forms, all of which were not bad, but none of them reached a very satisfactory standard.

It always felt a bit worse, and Wen Ling didn't know what it was.He crept out of the reeds with his backpack in hand, and searched for new materials along the winding water plank road.

Ke Yici took a sip of tea, tapped the table with his fingertips, his eyes wandered, in a state of embarrassment.A week ago, Wen Ruixue contacted Shi Rong and Wen Deze as soon as she saw the trending news. The parents wanted to hide from Wen Ling, who was dedicated to completing the project, and then contact a few public relations friends to find a way.As a media worker, Ke Yici is extremely sensitive to fluctuations in public opinion. He also paid attention to the information about Wen Ruixue's biological parents looking for relatives. When he was about to tell Wen Ling, the other party happened to be out to collect news, and Ke Yici lost the opportunity to discuss face to face.

In the process of Wen Ling's gathering, the frequency of communication with Ke Yici decreased significantly.He focused on observing birds and thinking about content topics. He counted up to [-] steps on WeChat every day. At night, he made a video call with Ke Yici.

Seeing this scene, Ke Yici became more and more at a loss as to how to speak, and told Wen Ling about the public opinion storm against Wen Ruixue on the Internet.Occasionally, I received photos from Wen Ling, which were snapshots of waterfowl in various poses. Ke Yici would read them carefully, and his anxious mood was temporarily calmed down.

[Ke Yici: When are you going back to Beijing? 】

Wen Ling, who was collecting news, usually only had time to reply to messages at night. Ke Yici put his phone aside, and his eyes fell back to the computer screen.In just one week, public opinion fermented rapidly. Due to the long time span of the incident itself and the complicated plot, it triggered discussions among multiple parties, and coupled with wave after wave of promotion by the black hands behind the scenes, it has been upgraded to a second-level public opinion.

"What are you looking at?" Ren Xian patted Ke Yici on the shoulder, "Our station's ratings analysis report just came out, and I sent it to you. Remember to read it. The morning news is on page six."

"Okay." Ke Yici said, he turned the screen to Ren Xian, "Boss, I want to talk about this matter."

Ren Xian bent down, glanced at the news content, and said, "Okay, this matter is quite topical, but," she paused for a moment, looked at Ke Yici, "Ni Fangli is following."

Ke Yici's face darkened, he took a sip of Shun Shun from his water glass, and said, "Then I will follow."

Ren Xian stared into Ke Yici's eyes inquisitively, and said curiously, "Yo, are you thinking about it?"

"Think about it, and reconcile with myself." Ke Yici said, "I want to embrace a new life."

"Are you sure you won't quarrel with Lili?" Ren Xian said, "I don't want to be caught between the two of you."

Ke Yici raised his right hand: "I swear, absolutely not."

Ren Xian glanced at the weather outside the window. The sky was clear and there was no sign of thunder. She said, "Okay, congratulations, you've thought about it."

Wen Ruixue rushed to the library with her schoolbag on her back to occupy a seat. Wei Mei called out behind her: "Ruixue, wait for me." She trotted to catch up with Wen Ruixue's footsteps, and panted, "What are you doing so fast?"

"I'm afraid someone will follow me." Wen Ruixue looked left and right, lowered her voice, "Anyone can enter the school, what if a reporter sneaks in to find me."

"Good guy, you are suspicious and scary." Wei Mei patted her chest, "Aren't you going to respond online? I think they scolded you very badly."

"What's the use of scolding fiercely, hit me if you have the ability." Wen Ruixue didn't care, "I won't show my head, I'm anxious to kill them."

Wei Mei gave a thumbs up: "You have a good psychological quality, if this matter is left on me, I will cry to death."

Wen Ruixue walked towards the library for a while in silence, and said, "Do you know what my real name is?"

"I only know the nickname Nan Nan, which means Nan next to the wooden character." Wei Mei said.

"Zhang Wang, man's man." Wen Ruixue said, "They dare not reveal my original name so far." She raised her hand and brushed the hair from her sideburns behind her ears, "My brother is out collecting folk songs, I don't want to disturb him .”

Wen Ling, who was cut off from outside information, was squatting in a newly arranged secret base, holding up a camera to observe a couple of white cranes.The population of white cranes is rare. According to statistics, there are only more than 4000 in the whole country. Wen Ling holds the camera carefully, holds her breath, and tries not to make a sound.

Perhaps it was Wen Ling's enthusiasm that moved the heavens, and the white crane walked straight towards Wen Ling, and showed a set of white crane wings to the camera, making Wen Ling so handsome that he shot like crazy.Not only that, the white crane even took a few steps to run up to the blue sky, circled the swamp twice, landed slowly, and folded its wings.

Wen Ling put away the camera contentedly, and climbed up the plank road lightly. This was his last day of gathering. He collected enough materials, and left the rest of the work to talent and inspiration.He returned to the rental house, took a basin of hot water to soak his feet, and leaned comfortably on the head of the bed to send Ke Yici a message [I will return to Beijing by car tomorrow. 】

[Ke Yici: Alright, how is your collection? 】

【Wen Ling: [Photo x4]】

[Wen Ling: I'm super lucky today! 】

The good mood visible to the naked eye in the text made the corners of Ke Yici's lips rise. He sent a video invitation, looked at the tired and excited Wen Ling on the screen with his cheeks on his hands, and said, "I see that the photo you took is so close to the white crane. A few days are different."

"Yes!" Wen Ling made an affirmative voice vigorously, and he gestured [Uncle Security told me about a hidden observation spot, he said that those bird-watching experts like to squat here.After squatting in it for an hour, I came to the close-up white crane, which is so beautiful. 】

"Awesome." Ke Yici said, "I'm waiting for your work."

Mentioning the work, Wen Ling sighed, and he gestured [I didn't want to draw something. 】He covered his cheeks with his hands, and complained distressedly: "Very—difficult."

Like a kitten who gave up his dream, Ke Yici thought to himself, and he comforted him: "Take your time, maybe someday inspiration will knock on your door."

【Are you still insomnia this week? 】Wen Ling gestures.

"It's okay." Ke Yici said, "I can fall asleep in the second half of the night."

"I, buy," Wen Ling said word by word. After traveling for more than half a month, he didn't speak often. His language system was obviously regressed. He took out a lavender sachet, "It."

"What is this?" Ke Yi asked.

[I bought the material package and made it myself. 】Wen Ling gestures【When squatting in the grass and sewing when bored, the filling material is lavender essential oil and silk floss, with a faint fragrance. 】He put the sachet close to the front camera of the mobile phone, and there was a crooked little yellow chicken on it.

"You still have this skill." Ke Yici said, "The little yellow chicken is very cute."

Wen Ling pursed her lips in embarrassment, and gestured【You can hang it on the bedside, I read on Baidu that the aroma of lavender helps you sleep. 】

Ke Yici rubbed his eyes. He was always easily touched by Wen Ling's behavior. He cleared his throat, took a sip from his glass of water to relieve his emotions, and said, "Come back soon, I can't wait to see you." He compared the weight of the gift in his heart. Although he didn't make it himself, he could still get it.