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A few months ago, Huang Tingjuan went through the transfer procedures for her son Qiangqiang, and Qiangqiang was transferred back to the Air Force Children's Primary School. In the future, Qiangqiang may become an air force pilot like his father when he grows up.

Although, because Qiangqiang's father died in the line of duty while performing a flight mission, Huang Tingjuan was heartbroken and did not want her son to inherit his father's legacy. She deliberately moved her son out of the Air Force Family Home, hoping that the child could live a normal life as an ordinary person in the future. Live in peace.

However, several years of separation did not dilute the dream of flying in Qiang Qiang's heart. On the contrary, as he grew older, it became more and more intense... The power of genes is really powerful...

For the sake of her son, Huang Tingjuan had no choice but to transfer back to her original unit...

Without Huang Tingjuan's company, Fang Chen became increasingly lonely and helpless...

Thinking of Huang Tingjuan, Fang Chen couldn't help but feel a little lonely...

She is so sincere, gentle, and kind, completely different from other women... Huang Tingjuan can be said to be Fang Chen's only friend for so many years. When getting along with her, there are no inexplicable suspicions, calculations, duplicity, jealousy and hatred, only relaxation, joy, openness, peace and tolerance...

I'm afraid I will never have such friends again...

Winter was short, and the indoor light was already dim. Fang Chen put his guqin on his back, picked up the cardboard box, locked the studio door, and hurried downstairs.

Early the next morning, Fang Chen went to the studio to pack up again and put all the teaching supplies in a big bag. Fortunately, there were no classes in the first or second periods, so he could pack them up calmly...

Everything was ready. The bell for the second period had just rang. I checked to see if there was still time, so I took the oil painting and prepared to send it to Dean He. When I walked to the door of the studio, I hesitated... Let’s go from here. It takes a few minutes to get to the office building where Dean He is located across the road. What if people see him and gossip? Hey, there are a lot of gossips, just say it... It is more meaningful to give it to Dean He than to those who talk nonsense without conscience. At least, Dean He will not throw away the painting!

Fang Chen recalled the time when Xia Bo left the art studio more than two years ago when he was the head of the department. At that time, he gave a few oil paintings to several female colleagues with whom he usually got along. Later, one of them said intentionally or unintentionally during the chat... move... When he threw away the two oil paintings that she had taken away... his understatement and nonchalant tone... deeply hurt Fang Chen's heart!

Arriving at the door of Dean He's office, Fang Chen took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, and knocked on the door...

"Please come in!"

After pushing the door open and walking in, Dean He looked up from behind his desk. When he saw Fang Chen holding the painting in his hands, he suddenly smiled: "Oh... Teacher Fang really painted for me! Okay, okay, I'll You have to take a closer look!" He said, picking up the reading glasses from the table and putting them on, reaching out to take the frame and holding it carefully, standing the painting on the table.

Fang Chen felt a little moved when he saw Dean He cherishing it so much, and he even said with embarrassment: "Oh... I actually finished the painting a long time ago, but the oil painting dries slowly, so it has been delayed until now! "

"Oh... Not bad! Not bad! You won't be afraid of being late for a good meal, and you won't be afraid of being late for a good meal! Okay, this painting is really good! I need to give it a good frame. Teacher Fang, what color frame should I give it?"

"This... the main color of this picture is green, with wood color, brown, white, silver, gold, black... it all depends on what color you like."

Dean He tilted his head and looked at the picture, then took off his reading glasses, looked closer, pondered for a moment, and said: "Well... I see that the light on the Taihu stone is quite strong, and it has a bit of a golden feel. The mid-range and long shots also have this sunny feeling, how about a golden frame?"

Fang Chen was surprised by Dean He's expertise, so he stopped hiding it, "Dean He, you are so professional... It would be nice to have a golden frame, which not only echoes the sunlight in the picture, but also enhances it." The magnificent feeling of oil painting! But..."