in the name of painting

a beauty?Really? "

"Look, isn't this coming..."

A big smile appeared on Lu Yi's face, and he waved vigorously to his partner who was walking towards him in the distance.

Wu is wearing a white dress today, her long hair is light and not messy in the wind, her temperament is elegant and dusty, as if she just walked out of Gu Kaizhi's painting.

Wu looks more mature, but her gaze is still the same as Lu Yi remembers, the warm and firm look that said to her when the admissions teacher verbally humiliated herself, "You like drawing."

When she got closer, she bumped fists with Lu Yi happily and emotionally.

Wu she: "I've been waiting for a long time."

Lu Yi: "You are finally here."

The second-year senior who was sitting with her looked at Wu in a daze. Such a person looked like a picture of a beauty in Chinese painting, and she could be the face of their Chinese painting department.

He nodded to Lu Yi, and praised a little shyly: "Your classmate looks so good in white."

Lu Yi raised her eyebrows, handed her a registration form to Wu, and said jokingly, "I said you wore this flamboyant white outfit today, did you do it on purpose?"

She lowered her head and filled out the message, and replied, "How do you say it?"

Lu Yi pointed to his black clothes, "I have reason to suspect that you are forcibly pulling CP with me."

Wu's pen trembled, and she almost wrote her own name crookedly. Lu Yi has become much more cheerful this year...

She Wu: "You are so outspoken, your senior sister Li Xi doesn't care about you?"

Lu Yi quickly waved his hand, "Don't talk nonsense, we are pure friends."

Wu she: "How pure?"

Lu Yi: "As pure as the color of your clothes!"

Lu Yi enrolled last year, and Li Xi officially became alumni. Although the two belong to different disciplines, they meet from time to time, come and go, and have a close relationship. As for whether Lu Yi is as "pure" as he said, only she knows up.

Lu Yi: "By the way, where's Si Huanian?"

Wu's eyes softened unconsciously, "I went to the oil painting department to report."

Lu Yi has long noticed that there may be some "adultery" between these two people. I haven't seen him for a year. I don't know where it has progressed...

She smacked her lips, half probing and half reminding Wu, "Let me tell you, the Department of Oil Painting is the largest department in our school, with the largest number of students, and there are many single seniors left every year, waiting for today's new students." Enroll, stay at the registration point and cast a net to find someone..."

As expected, Wu's face changed instantly when she heard this. She hurriedly finished the registration form, and stopped talking to Lu Yi, leaving behind a flashing back, and orders came from afar,

"What other procedures are needed, you can help me take care of it, and contact me after school starts..."

Lu Yi: "..."

Emphasis on sex over friends! ! !

She Wu rushed to the reporting office of the oil painting department, her brows furrowed together, and Si Huanian was indeed surrounded by a group of boys, looking like a little white sheep surrounded by hungry wolves.

The senior who instructs her to fill in the application form is too close... That square-faced bearded man who is also carrying a suitcase is wearing something close... Her schoolbag is not heavy, so I don't need your help to carry it!

Wu's heart was about to burst into a pot of kimchi, so she endured a lot, and finally when the square-faced bearded man took out his mobile phone and asked Si Huanian for WeChat, he went in and pulled Si Huanian out.

"Are you here?" Si Huanian naturally took Wu's arm, his smiling eyes crooked, "Is everything done?"

Wu didn't change her face, "Well, Lu Yi insists on helping, and it will be done very quickly."

Lu Yi: I owe you...

The square-faced bearded man who didn't ask for WeChat held up his mobile phone and stared at her who interrupted him, with a gloomy expression.

A companion around him joked, "Gudebai, don't give up, keep going..."

The boy named Gudebai squinted his eyes and reached out to wipe his thick eyebrows, as if this would make him look more handsome, "Anyway, there will be many opportunities to be in the same class as her in the future."

Wu She and Si Huanian had a high rate of turning heads in the crowd, but both of them seemed to miss the point.

One thinks why everyone is hitting on his sweetheart; the other feels very unhappy, because more people will discover his exclusive cutie...

The two came to the dormitory building.

In order to avoid her mother's discipline from time to time, Si Huanian chose to live on campus. She Wu helped her pack her luggage, but did not go to her dormitory.

She Wu: "I'm still used to living outside. Yesterday, I contacted the agency for a few apartments near the school. If you are free later, come and take a look with me?"

"Okay." Si Huanian suddenly thought of something, and his face was covered with a layer of pink. Does this mean... there will be a chance to spend the night there in the future...

The agent offered three choices, and Si Huanian, with the mentality of looking for his own small home, accompanied Wu to book an apartment building by the river.Most of the people living here are white-collar workers working in nearby office buildings, and the environment is clean and peaceful.

The house she rented was on the sixth floor of the elevator, with two rooms, one used as a bedroom and the other as a studio.The living room is small but full of sunlight. The light gray sofa is just wide enough to fit in the lover's arms.The kitchen only has a refrigerator and a stove. It looks bare and there are a lot of things to add.

She leaned on the sofa, supported her head with her arms, and watched Si Huanian sitting beside him tenderly, thinking in a dignified manner, while brushing down the things she was going to buy in a small notebook.

Her notes are very cute, with round and chubby characters, and cartoon pictures next to them: the chubby soy sauce bottle gentleman; the tall and thin milk gentleman; the graceful green vegetable gentleman...

When Si Huanian draws and writes, he has a little habit of biting his lower lip with his small front teeth unconsciously. He looks cute and cute, and also has a little sexiness, which is charming without knowing it.

She looked at it, couldn't hold it back, lightly wrapped her right hand around the back of Si Huanian's head, leaned over and kissed it...

People who seem to be abstinent are the worst when they indulge.

In this sunny living room where no one disturbed her finally, Wu let the fire in her heart grow stronger and stronger, repeatedly tracing and encroaching on the lip shape of the man in her arms, with more force, and gently biting the emotional part.

Si Huanian let out a "wow", she didn't feel any pain, but she was a little scared by Wu who was so proactive all of a sudden, usually she would start the fire by herself first, and then Wu would pamper and cooperate...

Wu she stopped immediately when she heard the sound, her eyes were worried, "Does it hurt? I'm sorry."

Si Huanian shook her head, her lips were as smooth as lychees just parted, she dragged Wu's face with her hands, and said with a smile: "It's me who should say I'm sorry, did you neglect you these two days?" How about it? Have you been yelling for a long time?"

She was embarrassed immediately, her face was ashamed as charcoal that had just been baked, and she was steaming, "No, by the way, aren't you going to go shopping...Let's go..." As she spoke, she jumped up and walked away opened.

Si Huanian smiled even sweeter, looking at Wu's appearance, thinking to himself, he will tease her more in the future, I really like to see her blush...

The two went to a nearby supermarket, Si Huanian walked in front, and took mineral water, milk, wild rice stem, tofu... etc. Wu's favorite food from the shelves.

She pushed the trolley and followed behind, and loaded Si Huanian's favorite candies, biscuits, strawberries, cakes... into the car one by one.

There are many couples in the supermarket, as well as couples with children. She Wu and Si Huanian walked in it, suddenly feeling happy to manage their small life in advance.

[Wu Her Diary: September 9nd, sunny]

Today, I finally successfully enrolled in American University. If my parents know, they must be proud of me, right?

Seeing Lu Yi again, that guy became a little out of tune, maybe college life is really nourishing... Seeing that she is more lively than before, I am still very happy for her.

The oil painting department that I have been in every year, I think how to look at it, how it looks like a wolf den, should there be so many people to show their hospitality...

I just sent Nian Nian to the downstairs of the dormitory. People kept staring at us along the way. I expressed my deep deep concern. Are they all trying to trick my Nian Nian? Alas, everyone looks like a rival in love.

I have moved to a new place and I love it, it was chosen by me and Niannian.

She said that she likes the small river passing by the apartment building, and she is very happy to see the sun shining on the river in the living room; I like it too, but what I like is her who sits with me in front of the French windows and watches the scenery.

Niannian sometimes looks like a child, and sometimes looks like a bewitching witch. Haha, this description may not be accurate, but forgive my lack of words, and I can't find a more appropriate expression.

In short, I am deeply attracted by her, and I am grateful for every day that I have her by my side.

The author has something to say: Chapter 15 was updated yesterday, and this morning I found out that I forgot to put a paragraph in the back, so I added it, the author insists on updating it every day (proud face!)

Happy August~ Do you still like the cookies I wrote?

☆, debut

Beijing Gome Gallery, reception room.

On the fine-grained ebony tea tray, the spout of the purple sand teapot is continuously smudged with mist and white heat.

A middle-aged man dressed elegantly and wearing gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose handed a cup of brewed tea to an elegant girl sitting opposite him.

"Xiao Wu, you can see that your skills have improved a lot in these recent paintings. Several buyers have come to the gallery to ask for prices..."

She bowed to accept the tea, with meticulous etiquette, and said modestly, "Thanks to Boss Ouyang and Mr. Feng's love, without the platform you provide me, I guess I can't even afford painting materials, let alone improve my painting skills. ··”

Boss Ouyang shook his head, thanking Mr. Feng once again for introducing such a young Chinese painting genius to him. With Wu's qualifications, it will be a matter of time before she shines in the Chinese painting circle. I just use the resources at hand to help expose it. .

Boss Ouyang took a sip of tea, and said kindly, "Xiao Wu is here this time, what can I advise you?"

"To be honest, I am here this time to ask Boss Ouyang for help." Wu sat up straight with a solemn expression, as if she was going to talk about something very important next.

Boss Ouyang put down his teacup upon hearing this, and said seriously, "Please tell me."

"I don't know how much Boss Ouyang knows about Xia Jinnian, one of the "Two Masters of Fine Arts in Beijing"?"

The two masters of fine arts in Beijing, Wangqiu of the oil painting department, and Xia Jinnian of Chinese painting, are top painters in different fields, and once represented the highest level of the two famous art schools of "Xiasi" in Beijing.

"Xia Jinnian, she has a mature style of painting, a top-notch Chinese painting talent, and her works are of high value for collection. Our gallery bought a painting of hers at a high price before." Boss Ouyang recalled, "I heard that she and The Xia family had a lot of conflicts, and then went to Sucheng alone, and then very few works were published, it's a pity, I also heard that she disappeared a few years ago..."

Her expression darkened, and she continued, "To tell the truth, Boss Ouyang, Xia Jinnian is my mother."

Believe it or not, she has worked with Boss Ouyang for some time, and knows him somewhat. Now that she has something to ask for from the other party, in order to show her sincerity, she first confessed her identity.

Boss Ouyang opened his eyes wide, and the one-sided glasses on the bridge of his nose slipped to his nose. After a long while, he patted his leg and said with emotion, "No wonder, so you are disrespectful and disrespectful after you come from a famous family."

"I don't dare to be. My mother and I don't want to have anything to do with the Xia family anymore." She Wu continued, "After my mother came to Sucheng to live with my father, she didn't abandon the painting industry, but devoted herself to exploring and better developing Chinese painting. The art style with the advantage of paint..."

As Wu said, she took out a sketch from her backpack, "This is the sketch of the Chinese painting [Hua Die] that disappeared with my mother. It is a draft of my mother's rehearsal before the official creation."

Boss Ouyang took it over solemnly. Although the Xuanbai drawing paper is just a simple sketch of the exercise, you can guess from the painting one grass and one tree, one flower and two butterflies, one scene and one world... What a masterpiece the finished painting should be.

"This painting has never been published, but it took my mother many years to complete the masterpiece. Needless to say, its value, so even if it disappeared with my mother, it is very likely to be circulated in the Chinese painting market again."

She clasped her fists deeply, "Boss Ouyang has a lot of contacts and knowledge in the Chinese painting market, please help me, and pay attention to whether there is any movement of this painting, these will be important clues to find my mother."

Boss Ouyang helped her up, carefully put away the sketches, and said solemnly, "Leave it to me, and I'll let you know if there's any news. It's a big loss for the art world to lose a painter like Xia Jinnian."

Walking out of the gallery, she raised her head to meet a handful of sunshine.

Over the years, like her father, she has stubbornly believed that her mother was just trapped by something, that she was still in some unknown place, looking forward to, waiting for her to find her...

She blinked her tearful eyes and let out a slow breath.

A text message pops up on the phone: [Gather in the traditional Chinese painting classroom at 2 p.m., the first class meeting, please attend on time. 】

***

First-year Chinese painting classroom of American University.

The class meeting is about to start, and there are only less than 50 people in the classroom. This is already the case that almost all freshmen in the Department of Chinese Painting are fully seated this year.

Unlike the Oil Painting Department, which has 5 classes in one grade and hundreds of students, the Traditional Chinese Painting Department has always had only one class per year, and the population is very thin.

On the one hand, there are reasons why domestic art education has been dominated by Western styles for a long time; on the other hand, it is undeniable that there are fewer and fewer younger generations in China who are interested in traditional art...

When Wu came in, many eyes in the classroom looked at her: the master of strength who ranked first in the major for two consecutive years in the entrance examination; the appearance and temperament are both online, and the facade of the unofficial selection of the Chinese Painting Department...

She didn't know that she already had so many titles before she officially started class.She found a seat next to her classmates who had tutored together in Shuren Studio, and sat down with a calm expression, still thinking about family matters.

The head teacher of the first year of the Department of Chinese Painting is a young male teacher with a big head, a round face, black-rimmed glasses, and kind eyes.

"Hi everyone, I'm the head teacher of this class, Mao Yan, you can call me Teacher Xiao Mao." Teacher Xiao Mao wrote his name on the blackboard, said a few simple words, and immediately got to the point.

"Our American University holds its annual school celebration in October every year, that is, the next month.

There will be many activities during the period, one of the most important ones is that in front of the teaching buildings of each department, a piece of work that can represent the style of the department will be displayed, and our department will display a piece of Chinese painting in front of the Chinese painting building. "

"At that time, visitors who came to the school to watch the ceremony will vote to select the most popular display work, and the No.1 voted will have a generous reward."

"In order to encourage newcomers, according to the usual practice, freshman students complete this exhibition every year." Teacher Xiaomao glanced at everyone, "How is it? Who will be selected for this year's work? What do you think? Speak up."

"Then she's Wu, major comes first, I have no objection..."

"One entrance exam can't explain anything. Teacher, I suggest that it is more fair to have another selection..."

The few who said they chose her were the students from Shuren Studio who knew her well.

Most of the people in the Chinese painting class have never seen her paint before, and some even hold a little hostility towards this classmate who is obviously more memorable than her strength. Why should she directly give her such a good opportunity? she?

Teacher Xiao Mao stretched out his hand to calm the intensified discussions, "In this case, let's hold a small selection in our class."

"Don't procrastinate, let's do it now." Teacher Xiaomao pointed proudly, "There are all kinds of materials in the back of the classroom, and from now on, each person draws a piece of work that they are good at, and their strength speaks for themselves!"

Wu has been thinking about her mother in a daze since the class meeting. She was suddenly pushed to the material area of ​​the classroom by her classmates in the studio.

Wu she:? ? ?

"Ms. Wu, you have to give our Shuren Studio a boost. Draw well! Compare them all!"

"Wu, what material do you need? I'll grab it for you. How about this ink stick?"

A few minutes later, she finally figured out what happened, and she was a little dumbfounded. Before entering school, she planned to concentrate on enriching herself and finish her studies in a low-key manner. How did she become so confrontational?

Looking at the eager and expectant eyes of the students in the studio, she still couldn't bear to let them down,

"Come on then."

The time was only 1 hour, and she chose an 8-carat rice paper.

She is not in a very peaceful state of mind now, and she likes to paint "bamboo" when she often paints at this time.Wu has always felt that this plant has a magical quality, which can always soothe people's turmoil.

"Shh! It's on! It's on!"

The students in the Shuren Studio didn't want to compete at all, but focused all their attention on Wu. As soon as she started painting, she took out her mobile phone and started recording.

"Shoot closer, and take a close-up of the master holding the pen... Ah, the composition of this painting is really beautiful..."

"Ah, what she painted is red bamboo, as expected of a great god, black stone red bamboo, the color is so beautiful..."

"Send me the video later, I will also post it to the Weibo of the Great God Support Club."

"There is also a support club? When will it be? Can I join?"

"You don't know yet, it was established last month, I'll send you the link..."

···

When the selection for the Department of Chinese Painting was in full swing, the head teacher in the oil painting building next door skipped over this matter without mentioning it at all. In fact, she had privately reported this candidate early in the morning.

The oil painting department's school celebration display works were painted by Gude Bailai.

Gudebai inquired about the class teacher's preferences early in the morning, and by giving a pair of jade bracelets as a gift, he took this opportunity ahead of everyone else. Although it was dishonorable, he still felt nervous, and he couldn't miss such a good opportunity to show off.

At the end of the class meeting, Si Huanian was surrounded by many people, some were close friends, some were interested, and some were just here to appreciate beauties...

Si Huanian maintained a polite and polite smile, neither close nor indifferent.

Under the winks of several buddies, Gudebai finally plucked up the courage and stepped forward to talk, "Student Xiaonian, why don't you add a WeChat account?"

Si Huanian was uncomfortable with the title "Xiao Nian" at first, then she frowned slightly, leaned over to lengthen the distance between herself and the bearded square face, "If you have anything to say to me in the class group."

Gudebai continued with a cheeky face, "It's more convenient to add a WeChat..."

"But I don't want to." Si Huanian didn't want to entangle with the other party any more, so he decided to make a quick decision.

Gudebai was not reconciled, "Why?"

"Because... the person I like will be jealous." Si Huanian thought of her sour appearance like a lemon, and the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile, and there were bits and pieces of affection in her crooked smile.

Gudebai blinked, and because of Si Huanian's reply, he vaguely felt a wave of anger rushing out of his chest, he closed his mouth, and sat back with a straight face under the mocking eyes of his buddies.

It was the first time in his life that he had a good impression of a girl, and he was too unwilling to be defeated again and again.

Don't let me know who that person she likes!

After finally dismissing everyone, Si Huanian walked out of the oil painting building, and saw a figure in white clothes waiting for him at the door from a distance, she squinted her eyes and ran over,

"Wu, are you here to pick me up?"

She caught Si Huanian firmly with both hands, straightened her slipped neckline, and said dotingly, "Slow down."

"I heard that you just showed your skills in the Chinese painting class?"

"Huh? How do you know?"

"Haha, the tree man studio's group almost broadcast live, okay?"

"These guys..."

Gudebai looked at her sullenly from behind, with a disgusted expression,

Could it be her that Si Huanian likes... I heard that she was called "Wu She" just now?What a weird name... Huh, it looks like a weak boy, what's so good about it?

Gude Bai pulled a classmate who was acquainted with the Chinese painting class, "Hey, who will draw the display picture for this school celebration in your class?"

"Wu, she was elected by our class just now, and she is very capable. I am convinced."

Gudebai gritted his teeth secretly, why is it her again!It's too annoying to kill her in the limelight during the school celebration.

The author has something to say: Today is also a day to look forward to comments.

☆, year

In the afternoon, the Office of the American Student Union, the Shonan Teaching Support Team.

Li Xiduan was sitting behind the desk under the sunlight, wearing a lavender low-necked long dress, looking elegant and generous.She lowered her head, neatly tied her slightly curly hair behind her head, with a serious expression, writing something on the notebook.

She is a junior this year, and it was time for the student union to gradually hand over the work in hand, but she has not been able to find a suitable handover candidate for the part she is in charge of.

The supporting teaching group is a very challenging place, with many people and few things. Although the real supporting teaching is only one month during the summer vacation, it often starts a year in advance: summarizing work, recruiting new students, teaching drills, physical training, and collecting materials...

Li Xi was often dizzy with too much work, and because of this, she resigned from her well-paid part-time teaching assistant job at Shuren Studio.

There are always things she feels are more important.

There were footsteps coming from the door, Li Xi looked up, and saw a fluffy head, first shaking in front of the door, then shrank back quickly.

"Pfft, Lu Yi, I saw you."

Lu Yi scratched his head, and walked in a little embarrassedly, "Did I bother you..."

Li Xi's eyes were gentle, "No, it's just that you come to help me sort out the materials."

Lu Yi deftly found a seat and sat down, waiting for orders, obviously she had done this kind of thing many times.During the first year of enrollment, Lu Yi came to help whenever he was free, and was jokingly called "the most diligent non-staff member of the student union."

"Can you help me organize these photos into this folder according to the time marked above?"

Lu Yi nodded, more concerned about handling his own affairs than dealing with his own affairs, arranged the photos in an orderly manner, and put them away one by one.

The photos were all taken when Li Xi led the team to teach in the rural areas of southern Hunan during the summer vacation. Li Xi has always been the leader of the teaching team at the University of the United States. Although this job is not easy at all, she never said it was hard.

She has always been so kind, both to herself and to the children in the countryside who are thirsty for knowledge.

"Sister, are these used for the school celebration next month?"

"Yes." Li Xi gently picked up a photo taken in a rural elementary school classroom, looked at the little girl buried in the book, with gentle eyes, "I want to make a board during the school celebration to show our teaching experience in the past few years. As a result, it would be great if more people could pay attention to it..."

Thinking of this, Li Xi sighed, "I'm going to prepare for next summer's teaching support soon, but I haven't found any person in charge..."

Lu Yi saw it, and couldn't find suitable words of comfort for a while. Li Xi had helped herself too much, and she also wanted to share something for the other party.

Lu Yi recalled the affairs of the teaching support group that he had participated in this year, and weighed his own situation, then straightened his upper body, and introduced himself, "Senior sister, can you see me?"

Li Xi looked over, and there was a flash of light in her eyes, yes, why didn't I think of it before, Lu Yi is actually just right for the position of the person in charge.

She has perseverance in doing things, will not be defeated by difficulties, and gets along well with other members of the teaching support team, and she has come to help so many times, which is enough to show that she is also a very caring person... (Lu Yi : Actually, I always come here, mainly for...)

"It's you." Li Xi made a final decision, "We are still short of people. If you have friends who are free, you can also recommend them."

"Wu said that she is also very interested in this."

"Really? That would be great."

(She Wu: It was arranged clearly, has anyone asked my opinion...)

***

The painting material room on the other side.

The teacher in charge handed Wu a cardboard box,

"Here, the paints you want are all in there, come on, I like the paintings in the Chinese Painting Building every school celebration."

"Thank you teacher, I will." She bent down to take the cardboard box, then thought of something, "By the way, teacher, the work I am going to paint this time is quite big, I would like to ask, can the school lend me a studio? "

"Yes, each department of the University of the United States has a special studio for students to practice." The teacher in charge thought for a while, "However, the senior seniors in this studio are usually responsible for keeping the keys. You can go to the Chinese Painting Department to ask. .”

One hour later, the second grade Chinese painting classroom.

Xia Yujian: "Yo~"

She Wu: "Heh~"

After meeting again after a year, judging by the expressions of the two parties, they still hate each other.

Xia Yujian is now one level higher than her Wu, and just wanted to take the opportunity to play off her prestige as a senior, but then she thought that Wu, who knew that he was her uncle, would still not give her a good face, so she stopped thinking about it in a blink of an eye.

Xia Yujian: "Is there something wrong?"

She Wu: "Give me the key to the practice room."

Xia Yujian: "Why?"

She Wu: "I will paint for this year's school celebration exhibition."

"Yo~" Xia Yujian raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you do it? Don't embarrass our Chinese painting department. Last year, I got the first place in the whole department. Don't give it up to others this year."

She Wu took the key, but still didn't get used to him, "Father, what strength do I have, haven't you seen it many times..."

"puff···"

Xia Yujian clutched his chest, regretting once again while giving himself up, why did he make that bet with her back then... a mistake would be eternal hatred, eternal hatred...

Wu came to the practice room with the materials.

The practice room is half the size of a classroom, and the brackets are more than enough for a large work.There is also plenty of light, one entire wall is inlaid with glass, and the other sides are covered with photos and various awards.

She walks along the wall. Most of the photos are the award-winning works of the students of the Chinese painting department over the years. There is a display of the achievements of the annual school celebrations. The one closest to the door is Xia Yujian standing in front of a picture of green pine, holding the trophy and grinning. hateful look.

Wu had a faint expectation in her heart. She quickened her pace while watching, walked through more than twenty photos, and finally stopped in front of a photo of a girl with a face somewhat similar to her own.

Wu's eyes sparkled, "Mom..."

Xia Jinnian was standing next to the picture of flowers and birds she drew, smiling brightly. The naive little chubby bird in the painting seemed to just stop at the position of her shoulder, making the picture even more beautiful.

------------【Reminiscence---Parents' Love Chapter: Qinghan · Jinnian】------------

Ten years ago, it was an ordinary evening in Sucheng, Wu's Yanfang.

In the living space on the second floor of the store, Xia Jinnian is painting on a handmade wooden table, Wu Qinghan is working on the workbench beside her, and Wu Qinghan, who is still in elementary school, is sitting obediently on the small bamboo table in front of the window Homework is written on the chair.

The years are quiet.

Delicate paints are time-consuming and labor-intensive, and each process takes hundreds of hours. Wu Qinghan focused on his expression, and the grinding hammer in his hand was pounding tirelessly in circles in a fixed direction. Gradually, his forehead and cheeks were full of ink. There was a fine layer of sweat.

Xia Jinnian finished her painting, got up and walked in front of Wu Qinghan, gently wiped her husband's face with a handkerchief, and said distressedly, "Qinghan, it's been a long time, do you want to rest?"

Wu Qinghan narrowed his eyes, happily enjoying his wife's care, "Okay."

"I just drew a picture of flowers and birds, do you want to see it?"

"Let me take a look, um... this little chubby bird is really cute, with a round belly, just like you."

"It's not like me!! I just stretched some meat recently, okay, do you dislike me, you big pig's hooves?"

"How could it be? It's just right that my Jinnian is so chubby, I just like you like this..."

Talking is another wave of sweet interaction.

here we go again···

Wu, she is sitting on the side and holding her forehead, the child is still here, an old couple who have been married for almost ten years, and they are so beautiful every day...

Although she was disgusted in her heart, there was still a smile on the corner of Wu's mouth.

------------【End of Memories---Parents' Love Chapter: Qinghan · Jinnian】------------

Wu stretched out her hand to touch the little fat bird in the photo, and smiled slightly, "It seems that after that time, mom rarely drew such a fat bird..."

She arranged the tools, spread out the drawing paper, folded her arms and meditated.

There are enough materials and enough time. If you want to be the first...do you want to try the five-color stacking painting of green landscape...

"Wu she~" Si Huanian's sweet smile appeared at the door, "Great, you haven't started yet."

Every time Si Huanian appears, it seems to be able to turn on the switch called gentleness in her body.

She Wu greeted her with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Si Huanian shook the camera in his hand, "There will be an electronic screen next to the school celebration painting to show you the process of painting, so I'll videotape you now~"

She Wu smiled, "You stole the job from those guys from the Chinese Painting Department, right?"

"What? You don't welcome?" Si Huanian said coquettishly.

Wu pinched Si Huanian's cheek, "Why, I can't get used to painting without you."

Si Huanian was pleased. She seemed to professionally set up the camera and set the angle. Then she dragged a small stool and sat on the side. As usual, Mengmeng sat down obediently and raised her hand to signal,

"God please!"

There was still an indescribable tenderness in Wu's eyes, she smiled and watched Si Hua's young Che go through this set of procedures, and there was an indescribable sweetness in her heart.

I don't know when I liked it so much, and the days when she accompanied me to paint, maybe this is the happiness my parents felt at that time.

She didn't start drawing immediately, but walked to Si Huanian's bench, squatted down, "This time I will draw for a long time..."

Si Huanian's eyes brightened, "Wow, a big production, our fans of the Great God Wu have benefits~"

She rubbed Si Huanian's head affectionately, "Are you hungry? Shall I take you to eat first?"

Si Huanian squeezed his stomach with both hands, and said softly, "No~hungry~, you can start quickly, don't delay my master's painting~"

Wu's eyes deepened, and her breathing began to become heavier unconsciously...

She moved her body closer to Si Huanian, raised her hand, and wrapped Si Huanian into her arms, then leaned over and pressed down on those cherry red and lovely lips,

"But I'm hungry..."

"Well···"

The author has something to say: There are some sayings that many of the authors who wrote the cookie fragments are single dogs...

Hmm... so do you think I'm single?

☆, Yin Youqing

Oil painting department, students practice studio.

A completed one-meter-long oil painting was leaning against the wall. It was a painting of Beijing's landmark buildings. It was in an impressionist style, and the colors were well used. His personal style was not very obvious, and his level was considered high among freshmen.

"Senior, take a look at my painting. I won the first place in the school celebration. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Gudebai stood in front of his oil painting with satisfaction, and asked a boy who looked like a senior with a flattering tone.

"Hmm... I have great hopes, but the degree of completion is a little insufficient. Here, here, and here... If I help you fix a few strokes..."

The boy who was called the senior stopped talking suddenly, and then gave Gudebai a knowing look.

Gudebai immediately understood what the senior meant, and said with a smile on his face, "The set of high-end bristle hair oil brushes that the senior had taken a fancy to before, I noticed that it is already in stock recently, the senior leaves an address, I will take a picture of it and let the seller Ship···"

"This is so embarrassing..." The boy grinned, "By the way, bring your paint, I'll see how I can help you change the painting..."

***

American University Anniversary Day.

Because this year just coincided with the centennial anniversary, the celebration was held extraordinarily grandly.Red banners were pulled from the head to the end of the central square, and every sculpture within reach was involuntarily arranged to be hung with ribbons.

The school gate began to be star-studded early in the morning, and celebrities who could be named in the painting world kept getting out of the car: famous painters, designers, sculptors, art critics...

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