Wearing books in the 70s: the delicate educated youth have material space

The Beijing Academy of Fine Arts is an old school that has been established for more than 20 years. By the time of the college entrance examination, it has been established for more than 60 years. It is a well-established university and a first-class art school.

This time does not include the predecessor of this school.

Compared to Cheng Xu, Mother Han was more familiar with this place. With Tang Liang behind her carrying the luggage, Mother Han took Cheng Xu to register, go to the school dormitory, find classrooms, and find teachers. Mother Han took care of it all.

"Mom, do you come here often?"

Mother Han did not deny it: "My high school classmate of your mother works as a teacher here. I will take you to meet her later."

Mother Han was born into a good family, and her friends were either rich or noble. It was quite normal to have such classmates.

So she followed Mother Han to meet her classmate, who was a female teacher about the same age as Mother Han.

"Shuyuan, this is my daughter-in-law. She has been admitted to the school where you teach. Remember to take care of her for me." Mother Han found her good sisters to show off together. The female teacher opposite had long known that Mother Han would ask her for help.

The two have been close friends since childhood. Shuyuan and Han's mother also had a good relationship when they were young and could share secrets with each other.After getting married, the number of meetings decreased, but the relationship remained strong.

"Xuxu, just call her Aunt Shu."

Cheng Xu had no resistance to this kind of artistic woman. Shubo was wearing a blue suit and had a scholarly temperament. She suddenly thought of one word - graceful.

"Hello, Aunt Shu, my name is Cheng Xu."

Shuyuan seems to have a good impression of Cheng Xu at first glance because she is good-looking and is the daughter-in-law of a good friend.

"Well, I'm responsible for teaching Chinese painting in school. Which major are you applying for?"

Cheng Xu: "Aunt Shu, I chose the Department of Chinese Painting." She did not study Chinese painting at first, but chose animation. When she came back, she wanted to learn some of the painting skills of her ancestors.

Unexpectedly, it was such a surprise that the major she chose was also the major taught by Aunt Shu.

Shuyuan smiled slowly: "If there is no problem, I should be your professional teacher." She looked at her old friend again: "Don't worry, I will do my best to teach her."

As long as the child has talent, it doesn't matter if she puts in some effort. Chinese painting is the direction she has devoted her life to. She also hopes that more and more young people will see the charm of Chinese painting and choose it.

After meeting the teacher, Han's mother went back. Cheng Xu went back to the dormitory alone to pack the luggage she had brought. In fact, she didn't have much clothes, mainly toiletries and quilts. She would go home during weekends.

Originally, Han's mother wanted her to live at home, not at school. The family had a car, and Tang Liang could pick her up and drop her off every day, but how could someone like her who loved to sleep in be willing to get up early, so she just went home on weekends.

But there were not many people in the dormitory. Including her, there were only three people living in the dormitory, and half of the people were not there.

"Excuse me, can I borrow your rag?"

The female classmate asked Cheng Xu in a low voice.

When Cheng Xu looked at her, she saw that she was embarrassed and said, "I have never stayed in a dormitory. I didn't know that the bed in the dormitory was so dirty. I didn't bring a rag."

Cheng Xu handed it to her directly.She had already finished wiping, and there was no need for the rag.

"Thank you."

The female classmate went out with a basin to fetch water and wipe the bed.

There is also a girl who is quite taciturn. She has already made up her bed to rest. She has to report early tomorrow. Their military training will not start until the summer, so they will start classes directly now.

On her longed-for first night at college, she fell asleep nervously.

There is no alarm clock, so she wakes up naturally at home. She relies on the classmate who borrowed a rag to wake her up yesterday. As a reward for doing good deeds, she was not late on the first day of school.

The dormitory is mixed with different departments. She is from the Chinese painting department, and the girl is from the oil painting department. The girl's name is Peng Shan, and her home is in a small county below Beijing City.

First go to the cafeteria to have breakfast. Food was provided when you entered school. The school issued food stamps, so you can eat as much as you want. Cheng Xu chose the steamed buns for breakfast at the school, which was not particularly acceptable to her. This was the only one she could eat, but Peng Shan ate it. happy.

The two were about to separate after breakfast. When Cheng Xu ran to the classroom, there were not many people in the classroom.

Nowadays, few people choose traditional Chinese painting. Oil painting and sculpture majors have more weight in the minds of students.

But Cheng Xu was not disappointed at all. After a few decades, you will know that Chinese painting is good.

As soon as the school bell rang, Aunt Shuyuan walked in, followed by senior seniors holding books.

Shuyuan: "Hello students, I am your professional course teacher and also your counselor. If you encounter problems in study or life, you can come to me. Everyone is welcome to choose the Chinese painting major."

The sparse applause proved that the students in the audience were absent-minded. Shuyuan was not discouraged. At least one of them was listening to her carefully, and that was Cheng Xu.

Looking at the books on the stage with warm eyes, Shuyuan smiled in her eyes and asked the students behind her to start handing out books to everyone.

When Cheng Xu got the book, she was like a primary school student on the first day of school. She touched the new book left and right, and then wanted to find a quick book cover to cover the new school bag. She thought back to the time when she still wanted to cover the book. Only when I was in elementary school.

She was very poor and had no money to buy plastic book covers, so she bought flowery paper to cover the books.

There are still many knowledge points involved in Chinese painting. She saw in the book the history of Chinese painting, the masters of Chinese painting in the past, painting styles and other knowledge.

I probably previewed it once, but there was still no class today. In the morning, Aunt Shuyuan made some digressions on the stage, talking about the history of the school, the significance of traditional Chinese painting, and what everyone can do in the future.

Cheng Xu had already thought about it. After graduation, she would study Han Chen. She would not be able to find a job by relying on traditional Chinese painting. She wanted to learn traditional Chinese painting, not because it could support her.

And now she doesn’t know what kind of work can be done for her by relying on traditional Chinese painting.

"Now, we start running for class president."

Aunt Shuyuan suddenly said something like this, which made the ears of everyone in the audience stand up.

Everyone may not be interested in listening to what the teacher says, but the class cadres are interested in selecting them.

Cheng Xu didn't know what these people were thinking. He wanted to have sex even though he didn't like them. What was he thinking?

She saw dozens of classmates in the class, and a dozen of them wanted to choose the monitor.

A classmate next to her who was looking at her in a daze came to her rescue: "As a monitor, you can often go to the teacher's office and contact teachers from other departments. Maybe you can also learn other knowledge."

!Is this okay? !

She really comes from the countryside, I really don’t know.