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Fang Chen looked at this oil painting with some surprise.

Why is there another painting? Haven't they all been sent away?

Moreover, I haven’t touched an oil painting brush in the past two years, why did another oil painting appear?

Looking closely, this is an oil painting of a landscape, depicting a classical garden under the setting sun in the afternoon. The close-up view is a stone path with exquisite and clear Taihu stones beside the road. Under the Taihu stones are grasses, and the shadows of the Taihu stones are drawn in the sunlight. It is projected long and diagonally on the stone slabs and green grass... The middle shot is a study hidden in the shadow of mottled trees, with gray tiles and gray walls, maroon door pillars and window lattice, showing a sudden brightness under the shadow of the trees in the sun. Variations of sudden darkness and subtle changes in color... The distant view is a mixture of yellow and green trees and looming classical buildings with vague outlines...

Oh, it turned out to be those garden landscape oil paintings... When Jianjian was three or four years old, he took him to parks such as the Summer Palace and Beihai. At that time, he developed a strong interest in the colors of royal gardens and ancient architectural paintings. After taking some photos, I drew a batch of garden landscape oil paintings based on those photos...

Those paintings... most of them were lost, oh, they were lost when I left the studio for the first time...

Later I drew some more...

Oh, yes, the ones I painted later were given away by me... I remembered the last time I left the studio, there were a few oil paintings that I usually squeezed in time to paint. The space at home is small, and the oil paintings take up space. I don't know what to do. Just then, Huang Tingjuan came. After seeing it, she said she liked it very much and wanted two. So I gave two to Huang Tingjuan. The rest were also given to a few colleagues with whom I could usually talk. This is the only one left, and because it wasn’t done yet, I didn’t send it out at the time. Later, for some unknown reason, no one came to collect the keys, and the studio did not withdraw.

Fang Chen was slightly startled... He vaguely remembered that he wanted to find an opportunity to give this still-undry painting to Dean He in the future... because Dean He once said that he recommended his thesis to the website of the Ministry of Forestry. , it's a bit of a kindness, Fang Chen wants to express his gratitude. Why didn't you send it out? Hey, it’s all my own fault. I’m so busy talking about it every day, but I actually forgot about it!

No wonder some time ago, when I was getting a meal in the restaurant, I met Dean He... Dean He said with a smile: "When will Teacher Fang draw me a picture?" Fang Chen was very surprised at that time and thought: Hasn't it already been done? Did I give you one? On the surface, he was just smiling and didn't know what to say. Fortunately, someone talked to Dean He and interrupted him...

It turns out that I forgot to send it!

Being disturbed by those people who make trouble every day, my mind is getting more and more confused!

These past few years have been a blur...

What to do with this oil painting?

Send it over tomorrow.

And Huang Tingjuan, I don’t know what’s wrong with her now…

They also said they wanted to talk about their children... and there was no time to talk... After all, they were not in the same department, so there was no chance to talk much. They only had a little time on the bus, and neither of them wanted to talk about their children on the bus. After all, it is a bit strange, and it is inevitable to hear some sarcasm, ridicule or even bad words...

In the past few years, with Huang Tingjuan around, Fang Chen still had a place to talk, and he didn't feel so lonely...

But now, Huang Tingjuan changed her job for the sake of her child's promotion to junior high school, and left here. There was no one left to talk to, and Fang Chen immediately felt what it meant to be alone.