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During the Spring Festival holiday, Tao Xihong lived with Xu Jiangtong for a few days.Xu Jiangtong has two academic papers to revise, and he has to participate in the International Sculpture Exhibition in early March, so he is very busy.

Tao Xihong went to work during the day and studied recipes at night, trying to make Xu Jiangtong fat.After dinner, the two took Tela for a walk, walked the dog to watch the sunset, and lived a peaceful life.

Before he knew it, it was time to choose courses again. Tao Xihong logged into the familiar course selection interface with mixed feelings in his heart.

He still remembers last summer vacation, when he finished his training and took a comfortable bath, he suddenly received a notice from the School of Management that he would also take an art extension course—after all, it used to be specially for science and engineering students.

So the students from the School of Management also joined the class grabbing brigade. Tao Xihong got stuck for 10 minutes before boarding the course selection platform.Once refreshed, only the history of Western art remains.

Looking at the foreign teacher's class whose teacher's name was longer than the class, Tao Xihong scolded Zhang Cheng for half an hour.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, he earned a wife back.

Thinking about this, he asked Xu Jiangtong: "Are you still teaching elective courses this semester?"

"Art Appreciation."

"What is this about?"

Xu Jiangtong didn't raise his head: "Water lesson."

Tao Xihong's face suddenly changed: "My wife, I was wrong, let's turn this matter over."

Only then did he raise his head slowly: "I just randomly selected a few works of art, and I really didn't intend to go into details."

Seeing that the opening time was approaching, Tao Xihong refreshed the page, eager to move: "If you don't miss work, can you give me full marks?"

"You can no longer take my class." Xu Jiangtong said seriously, "Tao Xihong, this is a respect for my profession."

"This, so strict?"

"Because the relationship between teachers and students is unequal, many students are at a disadvantage when facing the privileged class." Xu Jiangtong explained to him, "especially the teachers."

"The student is at a disadvantage?" Tao Xihong walked over and gently pinched his waist, "But it's clear that Teacher Xiaojiang is the one who cries at night."

"That's because I don't want to embarrass you." Xu Jiangtong grabbed his wrist the moment he pulled his hand, "Meeting a teacher with poor character will definitely torture you to death."

"Actually, Teacher Xiaojiang can be in front of me... a little less moral." Tao Xihong winked at him.

"Ahem..." Thinking of the recent frequent exercise before going to bed, Xu Jiangtong bit his lower lip in embarrassment, "Hurry up and choose courses."

Tao Xihong walked back to the computer with a sullen face. Five minutes had passed since the system was opened. He quickly refreshed the page, but was stuck again.

After struggling for a few minutes, I finally got on the system.Tao Xihong checked the remaining courses and found that Xu Jiangtong's "Art Appreciation" was sold out.

The (120/120) on the screen was extremely dazzling, and Tao Xihong seemed to see a room full of rivals: "There are too many people who like you in this school."

"But it's enough for me to like just one person." Xu Jiangtong lay on the sofa and read the literature, replied lightly, and coaxed the puppy right away.

Xu Jiangtong glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, switched the screen to the photo, and figured out how to bring out the topic.

"Did the final grades come out?"

Tao Xihong didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, and was stunned for a while: "It's okay, but the English is a bit weak, and the others are above 90."

"How is your English foundation?"

"It's not good," Tao Xihong was still very reluctant when he mentioned what happened when he was a child, with a long ending. "At that time, I skipped three grades in elementary school in order to save money."

"Did you hate them back then?" Xu Jiangtong pinched the flesh of the palm of his hand with his nails, and asked cruelly.

"Nonsense!" Tao Xihong immediately became angry, "Don't have a child if you can't afford it! I don't lack this life."

"Perhaps they abandoned you as a last resort."

"So what?" Tao Xihong pouted, "Anyway, they are already dead in my heart."

"Don't be angry all the time." Xu Jiangtong got up and patted his head, "Did your parents leave anything for you at the train station?"

Tao Xihong was appeased, and became a little quieter: "Dean Ji said that I stuffed a painting in my pocket."

"Painting?" Xu Jiangtong pretended to be surprised, and then cut to the point, "Can you let me see it? After all, I study art."

Tao Xihong hummed, then turned around and took out a piece of plastic-wrapped paper from the zippered compartment of the schoolbag.

Although he said resentment in his mouth, he still carried the only thing his parents left him as a treasure.

After getting the real thing, Xu Jiangtong can get more information.This is an ordinary oil painting paper, which looks cropped and is only A5 size.

The picture is still as depressing as the photo, with black and earthy yellow as the background color, depicting a scene similar to war.Minerva, the goddess of wisdom, fell off the horse, while the other was suspended in the air with an absolute sense of oppression, and it was faintly visible that the tip of the spear had landed on the neck of the goddess.

Obviously, in this battle, Minerva had abandoned her armor and carried her crossbows, and she was defeated, but until the moment of death, she still held her head high and faced everything calmly.

"What was your first impression when you saw this painting?"

Tao Xihong knew it by heart a long time ago, and lay beside him, without thinking: "That Valkyrie seems to have lost the battle."

"She's not a god of war." Xu Jiangtong asked knowingly, "Little Tao, which gods in the Western mythology system do you know?"

"Zeus, Odin, Cupid..." Tao Xihong barely called out a few names.

"Ever heard of Jupiter and Minerva?"

Tao Xihong shook his head: "Are they related to this painting?"

"The goddess in the painting is the god of wisdom in the Roman mythology system, and is regarded as the patron saint of artists and other mental workers. According to the intention of this painting, some of your parents may be art practitioners and have already suffered an accident."

"Really?" Tao Xihong swallowed, his fingers trembling slightly.

Xu Jiangtong closed his eyes, engraved the picture in his mind, and murmured: "Arrogance, anger, despair... This is his last work, I can feel it."

After finishing speaking, he slowly opened his eyes again: "And most importantly, the author quoted the image of Minerva. Roman mythology was formed under the influence of ancient Greek culture, and its spread is far less than that of Greek mythology. Especially in Asia region, they haven’t even heard of Jupiter, the head of the twelve gods.”

"So you think this painting is directional?"

"Yes," Xu Jiangtong put one hand on his shoulder and looked at him seriously, "Tao Xihong, if something really happened to your parents in Italy, with my family's influence, I can definitely find out."

"Just one painting?" Tao Xihong was dumbfounded, "And it's already worn out badly."

"Don't underestimate the language of art." Xu Jiangtong said firmly, "As long as you agree, I can find someone to restore the painting."

Now the choice is his.Tao Xihong felt his heart beating very fast, even faster than when he kissed Xu Jiangtong for the first time.He clenched the clothes on his chest and took a few deep breaths.

He still remembered that during the financial crisis in [-], the orphanage was so poor that it couldn't be solved.Mr. Ji was not allowed to send him to play. Before he left, he told him that he must work hard to learn from the coach. When he became famous in the future and appeared in a TV game, his parents would come to him when they saw it.

From the age of five to 12, this white lie supported Tao Xihong through the most difficult seven years of learning basketball, survived the pain of opening ligaments, and witnessed every bruise on his body.

So that when the dream was shattered later, Tao Xihong and Boss Ji had a quarrel, and even developed a resistance to volleyball.

"Don't you believe me?" Xu Jiangtong stroked his back.

"..." Tao Xihong lowered his head.

"No matter what the result is, I will be by your side." Xu Jiangtong held his hand, "As long as the ball doesn't hit the ground, we can still win."

maybe.Anyway, he has experienced too many disappointments, so what is one more thing?

Besides, he is Xu Jiangtong after all.

Tao Xihong handed over the painting, his lips moved, but he couldn't say "thank you".

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I’m going on a graduation trip these days, the update time will be later orz