Slag Gong chased me after rebirth

"My friend is a Chinese painting student. He has been learning from Chinese painting masters since he was a child. When he was young, the teacher said he was talented."

"He also studied traditional Chinese painting when he was an undergraduate. After graduation, he went to Europe for further study and came into contact with oil painting. After returning to China, he applied some oil painting brushwork to Chinese painting, and then became famous and gained a lot of fame."

Ruan Xiangdi said enviously: "Actually, when I was very young, in art class, the teacher praised me for my good drawing. When I was out of class, I would also draw on the notebook with colored pens."

But my family did not have such conditions, and learning art was very expensive, so even though Ruan Xiangdi liked these things when he was a child, he never mentioned to his family that he wanted to learn.He didn't want to embarrass his parents.

Si Yuzhuo smiled and said: "Then you really have artistic cells since you were a child. I can't do it. When I was young, I never took art classes well. My paintings are all negative teaching materials."

Ruan Xiangdi said, "How did you learn screenwriting? Logically speaking, shouldn't you study finance and economics?"

Si Yuzhuo shrugged helplessly: "Yeah, that's what my parents hoped for. So when I filled out my volunteers after the college entrance examination, I had a hard fight with them."

"How did you fight?" Ruan Xiangdi asked curiously.

"I first filled in the screenwriter I wanted to read, and then disclosed the password to them, and they quietly logged into my account and changed my preference. I logged in again, changed my preference back, and changed the password. "

"They didn't know that I changed, and they always thought that I was transferred to the screenwriting major by chance."

Ruan Xiangdi smiled in surprise, "You were so smart back then?"

Si Yuzhuo sighed: "For my own dream, there is no other way."

"My mother doesn't understand these things," Ruan Xiangdi said. "Our place is a small place. Few people can go to college, and neither do I. When I was in junior college, there was no one to guide me. I just watched what professional hot spots were. It's just filled in. It's just"

But in the end I couldn't read it.

Although Ruan Xiangdi's current personality is hardworking and inspirational, not finishing his junior college can't be his black spot, but it will attract the favor of passers-by.But in Ruan Xiangdi's heart, it's hard to say that he doesn't have any regrets.

However, if he continued to study, he might not have met Lu Jingyao.

Recently, he has been forcing himself not to think of Lu Jingyao, not to recall anything related to Lu Jingyao.He deleted all the photos of the two of them together, and threw away all the things in the house that left traces of Lu Jingyao, in order to start over.

"You might as well think about it from another angle." Si Yuzhuo said.

"Ok?"

"If you go to school step by step, you may not be able to be where you are today. Maybe you will become a wage earner just like other college students." Si Yuzhuo said, "How can it be like now, with such a salary, so many people like you, right?"

Ruan Xiangdi thought about it, and nodded: "It makes sense."

Suddenly, I felt my nose itchy, and I couldn't help but sneezed.

Si Yuzhuo immediately closed the car window and asked, "Is it cold?"

Ruan Xiangdi shook his head: "It's okay."

Si Yuzhuo glanced at Ruan Xiangdi's clothes: "You don't wear too much. It's cooling down today. There's a piece of my clothes in the back seat. If you don't mind, you can put them on. When you get off the car, it's still windy outside. colder."

"No need." Ruan Xiangdi said.

At the red light, Si Yuzhuo stopped the car, stretched his hand to the back seat, took out the windbreaker, put it on Ruan Xiangdi, and said, "Don't use it, you young people just don't know how to cherish yourself."