in the name of painting

Wu panted with a sullen face, "You didn't ask me either."

"You should have told me when you knew I liked Xia Jinnian."

"I didn't know you well at that time, who knows if you are a good person."

"···you are vicious···"

"Where are my idol's other paintings?"

"The others were not framed, and I took them to Beijing."

"What? When we rented together, the painting was in your room?"

"Well, ah, you are crazy! Stop it!"

Lu Yi made another set of martial arts moves against her, and she became angry just thinking about it, how many times has she passed by her idol's works... it's all because of this bastard!

"Go back to Beijing and show me!" Lu Yi tugged at Wu by her collar.

"Okay, okay, let go first..."

Lu Yi finally calmed down.

She knelt on the ground, changed several tools, and dusted off the painting very preciously. When she was done, she picked up her phone again and took several selfies with the painting.

She watched from the side, wondering if one day Lu Yi saw her mother in person, would she faint from excitement?

Thinking of this, she smiled, smiled, and there was more sadness in her eyes.

"Hey! What are you thinking? Follow me." Lu Yi interrupted.

"Where are you going? I haven't finished scanning yet."

"Go and change to a bigger place." Lu Yi looked at the somewhat crowded warehouse with distaste, "How can my idol's paintings be placed here, you unfilial daughter!"

Wu she: "..."

Well, you won, and indeed you have more money now, so you should change to a bigger warehouse.

Both of them finished their busy work, and it was already dark.

Lu Yi found Li Xi on the second floor of a Linhe tea shop, and the two of them finished off the pastries on the table, ordered a few more side dishes, and then spread them on the chair with a tired look.

Holding the sketchbook in her hand, Li Xi stared blankly, "Did she sell you to work as a coolie?"

Lu Yi rolled his eyes in his heart, "Almost, that bastard is not polite to me."

Li Xi smiled and refilled a cup of tea for Lu Yi, and then continued to draw while facing the scenery outside the window.

Thousands of red lights are lit on the bank of Gaoqiao River at night, and the shops with white walls and black tiles are illuminated with a special ancient charm.

From time to time, there are cries of hawkers on the stone-paved roads of certain ages: those who sell sugar, roast chicken, and masks...

There are small stalls selling river lanterns by the river, and the business is booming. New river lanterns are constantly being placed on the water, and they float along the water, forming a faint galaxy.

It is really a good scenery suitable for sketching.

Lu Yi rested for a while, then asked Li Xi to borrow a pen and paper, "Let me draw one too."

Lu Yi's paintings are monochrome outlines.

Her level of sketching is already very high, except for the lack of color, the tension of the lines, and the details of the scenery...they can't fault it.

Li Xi looked at it, feeling a little sad, for such a beautiful scenery, but she could only see black and white...

Seeing that Lu Yi finished painting, Li Xi took out a box of watercolors and said softly, "Shall I color for you?"

"Okay, okay." Lu Yi handed over the painting.

While drawing, Li Xi chatted with Lu Yi.

"The color of this lantern is very festive. I like to choose this red color for weddings and New Years... Although these lanterns have different colors, but at night, most of them can only see the warm yellow candlelight in the middle. Remember me and you The warm yellow you mentioned? Yes, it is..."

Li Xi's voice was as soft as the evening wind, Lu Yi was drowning in the wind, unwilling to let it stop.

Li Xi has always been so gentle to herself.

"Pfft, these two river lanterns, are you drawing Wu and Niannian?" Li Xi asked uncertainly while looking out the window with a smile.

"Yeah, not like it?"

"Pfft, Wu is not as ugly as you draw."

"Huh? Hasn't she always looked so hideous?"

···

On the bank of the river below the teahouse, the "hate-looking" Wu she surrounded Si Huanian from behind, looking at the direction of the river lantern, "What wish did you just make?"

Si Huanian put his hand on Wu's, turned his head and rubbed Wu's cheek affectionately, "I made a wish that my baby Wu will always have the sweetest cake."

People kept walking behind her, but she still couldn't restrain herself from wanting to kiss her now.

Wu took a deep breath, and unconsciously added some strength to her arms, "You said earlier, come to my room at night..."

No matter how thick-skinned Si Huanian was, he was blushed at this moment, "Bastard, what's going on in your head..."

The author has something to say: the next chapter begins to enter the big plot of Volume [-]~

☆, international competition

After returning to the United States, life is back on track.

She concentrated on honing her painting skills at school, and kept in active contact with Ouyang, the owner of the gallery, but the other party still had no news of her mother's painting.

When the snow began to fall in Beijing, Meida ushered in a big news: registration for the new [International Youth Art Grand Prix] started.

The International Youth Art Grand Prix is ​​an authoritative event held every four years, jointly signed by more than 5 top international art universities across 70 continents, with the purpose of exploring how new youth can promote the development of contemporary art.

Each participating university can recommend 2 current students to participate, and the final No.1 will have a very high bonus and global exposure, and the school will get the right to host the next competition.

Counting this year, the students of LM Art University in Italy have won the championship for three consecutive times. Although Beijing No. 3 American University is the best art university in China, the best result is only the No. 20 years ago. 3.

As soon as the news of the registration came out, Meida was in a state of excitement.

"Have you heard that this year, the school has two recommended places, and everyone has the opportunity to compete."

"Wow, how to compete?"

"The notice just posted by the Academic Affairs Office, take the representative work to the class teacher for registration before the end of the month, and the school teachers will make a unified selection."

"I won't talk to you anymore, I have to go back and get ready."

In the campus, invisible gunpowder filled the air.

In the classroom of the Chinese Painting Department, teacher Xiao Mao, the head teacher, called her to the door.

"Just these few masterpieces? Give me more, it's not that I won't return you, our Chinese painting department is pointing out that you are fighting for success."

Wu looked ashamed, "It's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's because I have a cooperation with the gallery, and usually the works are sold as soon as they are finished."

"...All right." Teacher Xiao Mao put away the painting, and said, "Draw me another one before the end of the month, no, two!"

"Teacher, do you think I'm a painting machine..."

There are many teachers who have the same idea as Teacher Xiaomao, and the head teachers of various departments have gone all out. In order to let their favorite students get this opportunity, they have turned into marketing experts, and they went to Xie Xuan, the academic director who has the decision-making power. There is a sense of presence there.

One month later, on the decision day, in the conference room of the Academic Affairs Center.

The quarrels continued.

"Why are the two spots taken by the oil painting department? It's so unfair!"

"Si Huanian and Gudebai? I've never heard of these two students, are they freshmen?! What's going on?"

"Director Xie, give me an explanation, how did you choose the person?"

Sitting at the head of the conference table was a lean man with high cheekbones, holding a pen in his hand with a cigarette in his hand. Erlang raised his legs high and continued with a nonchalant face, "I do this at my own discretion. It makes sense, I don’t need to explain it to you.”

The head teachers at the table were furious and were about to continue talking to him when the door of the conference room opened.

Wang You, the former principal of American University, walked in with a friendly smile, "Everyone is here, let me introduce you to an old friend."

Everyone heard the words and looked behind the principal, only to see a middle-aged man who looked sloppy behind him.

He has thick hair on his face, and a yellowed white woolen cap on his head. From the cracked cap, beard or hair protruded brutally, looking very unkempt.

He still had a strong smell of alcohol on him, and he seemed to throw a bottle of whiskey directly into the meeting room as soon as he entered the door.

"Si Wangqiu?!" Thankfully, Dean Xie Xuan recognized him.

Xie Xuan and Si Wangqiu were students at the same level in the University of the United States more than 20 years ago. They both studied oil painting, but they never got along with each other.

Si Wangqiu glanced at Xie Xuan, but didn't say hello to him. The thousand-year-old second in the oil painting department, who had caused him a lot of trouble back then, still looked so annoying.

Principal Wang laughed a few times, "I don't need to introduce you anymore? Mr. Si Wangqiu, a well-known painter in our country."

Si Wangqiu has a long relationship with No. 3 American University. He received a lot of care from President Wang when he was in school, and he also maintained the best score of No. [-] in the international competition of American University.

Principal Wang patted Si Wangqiu on the shoulder, turned around and said to everyone, "I would like to announce to everyone that Si Wangqiu will lead the team and serve as the instructor for this competition in Italy, and will be fully responsible for the competition-related matters."

No one objected, Si Wangqiu was willing to take up this responsibility, probably to repay the kindness of the headmaster back then, given his current status in the painting circle, it is a bit inferior to him to do such a thing.

Si Wangqiu nodded briefly to everyone, and got straight to the point, "I only have one requirement for leading the team this time. My two team members must pass the painting skills with me. I heard from Principal Wang that you have already selected good people." ?”

Xie Xuan couldn't sit still, "Principal, didn't you say that I have the full power to decide who to choose?"

Principal Wang waved at him, "Oh, Director Xie, don't get excited, you have to trust the director's vision."

When all the head teachers heard that there was still room for maneuver, they became enthusiastic again.

"Director Si, look at the works of top students in our Chinese painting department, they are really great..."

"Director Si, our oil painting department has produced a lot of talents in the past few years, take a look at these..."

"Director..."

The scene was very chaotic for a while.

Xie Xuan sat with a sullen face, with a sour tone, "Don't worry, let our director Si take a look, I think who will he choose in the end?"

Si Wangqiu stuffed the bangs that blocked his eyes in a woolen hat, and sat down at the table, "Let me have a look."

Those selected into this round were already high-level works from various departments. In order to be fair, the names of the students were hidden from the paintings.

Si Wangqiu looked at each painting carefully, and after 10 minutes, he first picked out an oil painting.

Xie Xuan knew who this painting was from behind his back, and he sneered in his heart, thinking that Si Wangqiu was so virtuous and upright, why didn't he choose his daughter's painting first.

Xie Xuan also chose Si Huanian before, not only because Si Huanian was considered top in the oil painting department, but also because he didn't want to offend the Ling Group, which was controlled by her mother.

Xie Xuan really misunderstood Si Wangqiu for thinking so much about him.

Si Wangqiu has always been estranged from his family members, so he can't recognize his daughter's work directly from the painting, he just simply thinks the painting is good.

After looking at a few more works from the oil painting department, Si Wangqiu suddenly paused. He frowned, looked at Xie Xuan calmly, and quickly turned over the paintings in his hand.

Xie Xuan's heart skipped a beat, it's impossible, could it be that Si Wangqiu discovered his little trick?Obviously he was very careful.

Time passed, and nearly half an hour later, Si Wangqiu still couldn't find a second piece of work that he was satisfied with, until he saw a Chinese painting of "Lonely Fishing in the Cold River".

Time stopped at that moment.

Si Wangqiu's fingers trembled slightly, his eye sockets were hot, and the air he exhaled seemed to be hot enough to his eyes.

"It's Hanjiang Liubai..."

------------【Reminiscences: Forget Autumn · Years of Violet】------------

23 years ago, the first American University outstanding student works exhibition.

An excellent work selected by the Department of Traditional Chinese Painting has encountered many controversies from other departments.

In that painting, the artist only drew a small fishing boat on a piece of blank drawing paper, leaving 95% of the margin.

"This is too perfunctory."

"That's right, it's obvious that it was handled hastily. How can such a painting be rated as excellent?"

Si Wangqiu stood in front of the painting with folded arms and pondered. He actually felt the same way. This kind of painting seemed a bit lazy.

He looked down at the introduction of the painting, the author: Xia Jinnian from the Department of Chinese Painting...

what? !

Si Wangqiu suddenly felt slapped in the face, no, no, if his sister Jinnian drew it, there must be something to say.

"Senior Wangqiu, what advice do you have for this painting?"

Si Wangqiu turned his head and met a pair of smiling eyes.

Xia Jinnian seemed to have just come out of the studio, her delicate and fair face had accidentally daubed a little vermilion, like a white dumpling sprinkled with red bean powder, it looked a little more charming.

"Cough, I..." Si Wangqiu was beating his heart, deliberately controlling his breathing rate, "I think Jinnian's painting is very interesting..."

Xia Jinnian frowned slightly, "Oh? What's so interesting?"

Si Wangqiu was ignorant of his true thoughts, and started to make nonsense, "I think this painting, which uses blank spaces throughout to replace the river water, is very, very distinctive..."

The smile in Xia Jinnian's eyes grew stronger, and he walked to his painting, "It's the blank space technique of traditional Chinese painting, do you like it?"

Si Wangqiu didn't look at the painting, but looked at the figure of the girl, and said affirmatively, "I like it."

Xia Jinnian touched his own painting, "I like it too... I like to leave the vastness of the river with endless blank space, so it looks like the painting is endless, but the meaning is endless, are you right? "

Si Wangqiu nodded in agreement, "Yes, I think this is very good."

"Haha, thank you, senior Wang Qiu, for liking it. Many people think that I am being lazy when I paint like this."

"How could it be? Those people don't know much about art." Si Wangqiu responded without blushing or panting, completely forgetting that he was one of this group of people just now.

Later, Si Wangqiu also specially searched for books to study the art of "blank space" in traditional Chinese painting, and learned the taste of "where there is no painting, everything becomes a wonderful place".

All because Jinnian likes it.

------------【End of Memories: Forget Autumn · Years of Violet】------------

Si Wangqiu looked at a few more of Wu's works, and finally made a decision.

"The author of this oil painting and the author of this traditional Chinese painting want these two students."

Xie Xuan clenched his fists and endured, and finally broke out before Principal Wang nodded in agreement.

"Si Wangqiu, what are you doing? The international competition mainly focuses on contemporary art works. Why do you choose a student from the traditional Chinese painting department? Don't you think we haven't lost enough these years?"

Si Wangqiu didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, "This student's painting is what I like, why I chose her, and I need to explain to you?"

When Si Wangqiu hit back at him with the same words, Xie Xuan felt as disgusted as if he had eaten shit in his mouth.

"Si Wangqiu! You forgot your class. You went to the competition with that Chinese painting artist Xia Jinnian. She didn't even make it to the top ten. Do you want the school to repeat the same mistakes?"

Si Wangqiu's face became even uglier when his sweetheart was innocently affected, and he sarcastically said,

"Jinnian ranked 79th out of 158 contestants in 11 universities. What qualifications do you have to say about her? Where did you rank when you went? Oh, I almost forgot, you didn't even get into the school's primary election back then. Rubbish."

"You!" Xie Xuan was poked at the sore spot, his face flushed red, "Don't act condescending, you are not a villain, so choose your daughter's painting first."

Si Wangqiu was stunned. The first painting he took just now was his daughter's work?That kid is already so powerful?

Xie Xuan continued to fire, "Stop acting like you just knew it, disgusting."

Si Wangqiu exhaled foul breath, it seems that today, he can't do better to give this Tongji some color,

"Oh? Let me guess who our director Xie wants to choose? Is it the oil painting over there, with the same lines as Director Xie, who can't control the thickness at the pen turning point?"

He specially bit the word "same" very hard, Xie Xuan's face turned from red to white.

Xie Xuan's heart rate was soaring. He took Gudebai's favor, and in order to let him get the quota, he finally helped him change the painting. Unexpectedly, after so many years, Si Wangqiu could still see his handwriting at a glance.

Xie Xuan stopped talking, Si Wangqiu snorted, this old trash, after so many years, still has bad intentions and loves to jump around.

The atmosphere is getting colder and colder.

Principal Wang came out to smooth things over like a good guy, "Calm down, let's discuss it again and see who we choose in the end."

Having said that, the last two places were chosen according to Si Wangqiu's wishes.

She Wu and Si Huanian became the representatives of the American University International Competition.

The author has something to say: Happy summer~

☆, Cut the road and rebirth

As soon as the entry list for the international competition was announced, there was a lot of commotion on campus.

Many emotional students ran to ask for an explanation, wanting to know why they were not selected, but when they saw the works of Wu She and Si Huanian, they all stopped talking...

In a rage, Gudebai went to Xie Xuan's office to make a big fuss, and finally was persuaded by Xie Xuan's good words, and now he hated Wu to the bottom.

There was another person who couldn't calm down.

Department of Chinese Painting, second grade practice room.

Xia Yujian walked around the practice room by himself, as if someone was chasing him from behind.

What should I do, what should I do when my father calls to ask if he has been selected?Dad expects so much from himself, now...

"Om..." The phone vibrated in his pocket.

Afraid of what to come.

Xia Yujian didn't even look at who it was, and answered the phone like a generous sacrifice, "Hello~"

The sound was so soft that only breath sounds could be heard.

"Brother, did you miss me?"

The only person in this world who would directly call him elder brother is his stupid and stupid twin sister, Xia Yu'an.

Unlike him, Xia Yu'an didn't like Chinese painting since he was a child, but was very interested in Western-style painting.

Xia's father and Xia's mother are not old-fashioned. When Xia Yu'an was in high school, she was sent to the United States to study.Xia Yu'an also struggled, and later relied on his own strength to be admitted to the best LA Art University in the United States.

Xia Yujian exhaled, feeling as if he had been temporarily sentenced to probation, and he still had the strength to speak back, "Fart, let go!"

"When I come to Italy for the competition next month, bring me a few bottles of Laoganma, by the way, and a few packs of vacuum roasted duck..."

Xia Yu'an said to herself, she has already got the recommendation quota from the American school, and in her impression, her elder brother, who was faintly stronger than her since she was a child, should also participate in the competition.

Xia Yujian's face darkened, it was true that which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted.

After not hearing a reply for a long time, Xia Yu'an asked suspiciously, "The signal of the international phone is not good? Hello, hello~"

"Stop feeding!" Xia Yujian's face was steaming, "I didn't choose!"

Bang, he hung up the phone roughly.

"What?!" A busy tone came from the phone...

Xia Yu'an was angry and startled, shit!He even hung up on my phone...but he just said he wasn't selected?Someone else pushed him down?No, I have to call and ask Dad.

This action of hers directly pushed Xia Yujian's probation period to the end.

***

She didn't know that Xia's family was about to go crazy, and she was being taken to meet someone by Teacher Xiaomao at this time.

"Ms. Wu, the person who will show you later is your instructor for this international competition. You have to get along well with him." Teacher Xiaomao introduced as he walked, "When he was studying in our school, he also participated in the international competition. , and is now a well-known painter."

The two chatted all the way, and came to a lounge full of sundries in the University of the United States.

The door of the lounge was open, and the afternoon sun was shining all over the floor. Next to a few boxes of old cardboard boxes, a middle-aged man was sitting leisurely on the sofa.

"Mr. Si Wangqiu, I brought her Wu to you."

Si Wangqiu turned her head to look over, Wu felt a huge sense of familiarity in her heart.

This handsome facial features, this messy hair, this scruffy look, this...

Wu's memory slowly came back to life. The man in front of her was just a little bit like this, which perfectly fit with the homeless uncle who had saved her on the streets of the Philippines a year ago.

"It's you!?"

Wu was startled, isn't this the old alcoholic who lied to herself that she didn't understand Chinese and listened to her secretly!

Si Wangqiu squinted his eyes and looked over. The alcohol that had not been fully digested slowed down his thinking speed, but after a while, he still remembered, "Oh, kid, I remember you, how about it, the person you like , wasn’t chased by others, right?”

"No!" She Wu felt resentful in her heart. This old alcoholic remembers people's secrets and tells them directly, which is too shameless.

Just when she wanted to delete this relationship in her heart, there was a female voice behind her who knew who it was without Wu's confirmation, and then turned this relationship into a "bad relationship"...

"dad?"

Si Huanian called out a little hesitantly, she and Si Wangqiu hadn't seen each other for a long time, not to mention that Si Wangqiu still looked so unkempt and couldn't see his face clearly.

Dad what, dad, dad?

She seemed to be able to hear the sound of twisting her neck, click, click, click, once, as if her heart was twisting directly.

Si Wangqiu nodded, "Yes".

Wu, she felt that her sky had collapsed...

"Hey, you all know each other, so I don't need to introduce you. I'll go to work first. You guys have a good chat." Teacher Xiaomao said and left first.

No, teacher, don't go!

Wu roared in her heart, this scene was too exciting, she couldn't handle it alone...

Si Wangqiu first called Si Huanian to his side, and looked at him carefully for a while.

He blamed himself more or less in his heart, he didn't know that his daughter had grown up so much... Well, she looks so good-looking, it's up to him.

"Father, do you know her Wu?" Si Huanian was also surprised.

"Well, I've seen it before." Si Wangqiu didn't say much on this topic, but took out Si Huanian's painting, talked about a few things he thought could be improved, and let her go back first.

Si Wangqiu and Wu were the only ones left in the lounge.But Wu was the only one bearing the tension and excitement in the air.

This, this man is his future father-in-law!

"What's wrong? You're hot."

Si Wangqiu didn't know that there was still such a relationship, he got up and opened the window of the lounge, and found a stool for her to sit on, because he was going to talk a lot with her soon.

"No, no, no, you rest, I'll do it myself." She hurried over to move the stool by herself, and then sat down on the chair like a good baby listening to the lecture.

Si Wangqiu was stunned, this kid...wasn't so polite to him before...

Si Wangqiu didn't think much about it, and sat back on the sofa, straight to the point,

"Since you're in my team for the upcoming game, I need to talk to you about your painting."

"Please." She Wu was extremely cooperative.

"You are majoring in Chinese painting, right? Do you have any goals?"

Wu straightened her back again, and unconsciously turned this exchange into an interview with her future father-in-law. She carefully considered her words and made her goal very ambitious.

"I hope that in the future, I can become a famous traditional Chinese painter like Wang Ximeng."

"Okay, here's your problem."

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"Your goal, at the beginning, you can see the end of your painting career." Afraid that Wu would not understand, Si Wangqiu added, "The mission of a painter is to constantly expand the boundaries of art and create new ones. Maybe, but you are just walking the path that others have walked before."

Are you just walking the path that others have walked?

It was the first time for her to think about this question. She has been learning painting step by step according to the traditional method. Is there something wrong?

Seeing that she didn't fully understand what she meant, Si Wangqiu said again,

"How many years will it take you to draw the level of Wang Ximeng's [A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains] in the Northern Song Dynasty? Even if you do achieve it one day in the future, what's the point? China already has Wang Ximeng, what do you want?"

If Si Wangqiu's previous sentence was already very sharp, then his next sentence has already quenched ice on the blade.

"Do you know what is the biggest difference between you and Si Huanian... Her understanding of oil painting and her pursuit of art, I can't see the boundaries. She may become the only Si Huanian in China in the future, and you ···”

Si Wangqiu paused for a moment, and hit the door of life, "You will only be the second Wang Ximeng for the rest of your life!"

Wu her body trembled.

At this point, Si Wangqiu finally stopped. He patted Wu on her shoulder, "Think about it yourself."

Si Wangqiu left.

Although he knew that these words were not pleasant, someone must say them.

Wu is a very talented child. If she realizes this earlier, she will avoid many detours, and her future development will be limitless.

The living room was silent, the sunlight passed from one end of the wall to the other, and then disappeared.

Wu she has been sitting there.

For the first time in her life, someone told her that what she has been insisting on may be wrong...

So what is right?Give up Chinese painting?No, Si Wangqiu definitely didn't mean that, he meant...

Ah... I don't know, I don't know...

The more Wu thought about it, the more confused she became. She hugged her head tightly and struggled silently.

I don't know how long it took before a pair of warm hands covered her arms, followed by a familiar, fruity hug, and a worried voice came from her ear at the same time,

"what happened to you?"

Hearing Si Huanian's voice, Wu's eyes became hot, and she felt so sad that she wanted to cry. She opened her arms and hugged Si Huanian tightly, "Niannian, am I useless?"

"How could it be?" Si Huanian raised his hand and comforted her behind Wu's back over and over again, "Did Dad say something to you? He looks cold, but his heart is not bad."

Wu she held back tears and shook her head, "No, it's my own problem."

Si Huanian gently supported her on Wu's head, and met her eyes, "Honey, if there is any problem, I can accompany you to face it."

When Si Huanian was serious, he didn't see any usual childishness in his eyes, that kind of sincere and loving eyes immediately supported Wu's restless heart firmly.

"Ah."

Nice to have you here.

Si Huanian quietly listened to her talk about her troubles, and soon had an idea.

Sometimes Wu is just too stubborn. In fact, things are not as complicated as she thinks.

In the next few days, Si Huanian first consulted many papers related to the development of contemporary Chinese painting with Wu and her, and also read some works of innovative Chinese painting artists...

Gradually, she understood the meaning of Si Wangqiu's words, and began to sweep away the decline, and had a new idea for her future creation of traditional Chinese painting.

***

One month later, Beijing International Airport.

Si Wangqiu was still the same, dragging a frayed suitcase, waiting for two students in front of the boarding gate.

She Wu and Si Huanian came here together.

Si Huanian didn't want to get involved in the cracked relationship between her parents, so she didn't tell Ling Luo about Si Wangqiu leading the team this time.

Si Wangqiu took a special look at Wu's expression, um, her expression was quite confident, she must have figured it out.

After the three of them boarded the plane, she found in embarrassment that Si Wangqiu's seat was just sandwiched between her and Si Huanian.

What's up with the feeling of taking my father-in-law on honeymoon...

The plane took off, and the dream trip kicked off.

The author has something to say: the distance to all unlocking is getting closer and closer, cheer yourself up!

☆, urban graffiti

The flight to Italy takes more than ten hours.

As soon as Si Wangqiu got on the plane, he asked the stewardess for two glasses of vodka. As juniors, it was not easy for her and Si Huanian to stop him, so he poured two glasses of wine directly into it like drinking water to moisten his throat.

Si Huanian's expression was calm, as if he was used to it, but when Si Wangqiu fell asleep after a while, he covered him with a blanket.

Wu glanced sideways at Si Wangqiu's sleeping face, her memories flooded, and her heart was full of mixed feelings, as if the exotic and dangerous situation she experienced with him was just what happened yesterday.

The plane bumped through a layer of restless airflow, and in the quiet gap in the cabin, Si Huanian could hear a shallow sigh.

After all, this was the first time she had been with Si Wangqiu for a long time, and this man was so strange to her that only the title of father was left.

"What's wrong?" Wu's concern came in time.

Si Huanian shook his head, the smile on the corner of his mouth was far-fetched, "It's okay."

Of course, she didn't directly think that Si Huanian was fine, she stretched out her hand, stepped over Si Wangqiu, and gently held the back of Si Huanian's hand, comforting her more warmly than words.

Si Huanian's heart warmed, she turned her palms over and clasped them back, and then slowly tightened them, bringing them together little by little, as if she really liked the movement of entangled palms.

It's good to have you...

The air is filled with high-purity sweetness, which can be felt in the breath.

No one noticed that Si Wangqiu, who had his eyes closed, trembled slightly.

***

On the afternoon of the second day, the three of them arrived at LM Airport in Italy.

It is already the end of the year, and the temperature in the afternoon in Italy is still cool and pleasant, with a romantic atmosphere unique to the country of modern art.

The organizer sent a male teacher to pick them up.

He looked less than 40 years old, with a very full forehead, and even the shiny top of the head due to hair loss, the whole head was like a light bulb turned on, very conspicuous in the crowd.

The male teacher was holding an A4 paper with Si Wangqiu's name written on it in his hand, and Wu and her three saw him as soon as they came out.

"You should be Teacher Si Wangqiu. I'm Bob from LM University. Welcome."

Bob spoke fluent Chinese, and he did not show any contempt for Si Wangqiu because of his attire, but greeted them politely and warmly.

Everyone simply greeted each other.

Bob first drove them to the hotel to check in, and then led them to a wall not far from the hotel.

Standing on the side of the street where people come and go, this wall is about 2 meters high. The pure white base has been specially painted, and it feels flat and smooth.

Standing by the wall, Bob introduced, "Before the regular competition, we organized a very interesting warm-up project. The 70 participating universities were arranged by us in 70 different corners of the city. Two participants from each school Participants are required to cooperate and complete a street graffiti work within 2 days."

Bob turned around and pointed to the wall behind him, "This is the most beautiful painting place in Beijing!"

"Wow! Can I draw anything?" Hearing this, Si Huanian's exhaustion from the journey disappeared, and he asked very interestedly.

"Yes, any content is fine." Bob said and encouraged, "Come on, the works of all schools will light up the streets of lm City together."

Si Huanian was overjoyed, and praised the organizer to the sky in his heart, why is he so thoughtful!

"It sounds so romantic, she Wu, we have to work harder, we can't embarrass the school."

Wu she said yes with a smile.

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Si Wangqiu was not interested in this fun activity, so he simply explained a few words and left.

Si Huanian was in a state of excitement all the time, and she didn't plan to go back to the hotel to take a rest first, but took the graffiti tools left by Bob before he left, and directly dragged her to discuss for a while:

"Ms. Wu, look quickly, there are also painting tools here~"

"Wu, can we choose Chinese red as the main color?"

"Wu, can we draw an abstract dragon?"

Si Huanian has always liked unrestrained expression. She uses wild and bold colors, and her style of painting is biased towards the impactful Fauvism. This time, a whole wall was thrown at her to create freely, which hit her directly.

She spoiled Wu with a smile, "Of course, this time we will be the lead writer every year, and I will be your assistant."

"Really? Great!"

Wu she nodded. She did this not only to make Niannian happy, but also because she knew that her field of expertise was far from the expression of street graffiti.

Si Huanian's ideas took shape quickly.

She tied her hair behind her head, put on a small hat made of newspaper, rolled up her sleeves, revealing two white arms, and stood facing the wall, "I'm going to start~"

At the beginning, like a magical signal, she was sucked into her art world in an instant, and all the outside voices were weakened.

Si Huanian first opened a few buckets of paint, and put them directly on the wall as he wished.

Three colors of bright yellow, light blue, and grass green exploded on the white wall one after another, making it colorful for the eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Si Huanian covered the vermilion paint with a paintbrush, raised his hands a few times, and swayed the abstract outline of a dragon