Tsinghua University

The first thing Shen Tinglan did when he returned to the dormitory was to water the saxifrage tree.Saxifrage is a plant that likes humidity. If no one takes care of it for a few days, the stems and leaves are yellow and drooping.

Jiang Huaiyang simply tidied up the bed and asked, "Hey, there is a seven-day holiday on October [-]st, have you two bought the train tickets back to Binhai in advance?"

"No, I'm not going home." Jiang Fusheng sat on the bed leaning against the wall, holding a sketchpad in one hand and drawing Shen Tinglan's back with a brush in the other.When Shen Tinglan put down the small watering can for watering the flowers and turned around, Jiang Fusheng quickly turned to a new page and drew a red killer whale pillow next to the pillow, "I am determined to get into Tsinghua University. I just want to play at home. Studying, learning what, it’s better to be in the studio.”

"I'm not going home either." Shen Tinglan took off his shoes, climbed up the ladder to the upper bunk, and went to see Jiang Fusheng's paintings, "I'm also determined to take the Tsinghua University exam."

"What's the matter with you two? Take the exam as you say, Tsinghua University doesn't want to lose face?" Jiang Huaiyang glanced at them, "I am different, I am a student that it will never get... and Zhao Han is determined to take the Central Academy of Sciences."

"Speaking of Zhao Han, what about others?" Shen Tinglan asked.

"He went home after packing up, hey, who told people to stay close to home." Jiang Huaiyang opened the "Berryman" next to the pillow and copied the human body structure, "It's hard to take a vacation, Mr. Liu Papi, unexpectedly kept A train of homework. Well, one sketch, one color, plus thirty sketches every day, and you will be fined if you don’t finish it. On this day, I recalled the fear of being dominated by pencils and paints.”

"It's old "One Hundred Years of Solitude." Jiang Fusheng asked again, "What time do you drive tomorrow?"

"It's ten o'clock in the morning, what's the matter?"

"Let's go see you off." Jiang Fu smiled and pointed at himself and Shen Tinglan, "Your eldest father and second father are afraid that you might get lost on the way."

"I've had bad luck for eight lifetimes and gave birth to you two unfilial sons." Jiang Huaiyang muttered, "Even if I get lost and die outside, I won't let you two see me off."

"Don't be so sweet." Shen Tinglan laughed a few times, took out a sketchbook, and drew windows, window sills, and the saxifrage.

Jiang Huaiyang pretended to be brave, but when the next day came, he still gave up and called Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan to see him off.He originally wanted to be tougher and go by himself, but when he saw the Beijing subway map, it was like a ball of wool scratched by a cat, messy and confused, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​going to the train station by himself.

Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan were not surprised by this incident, and went out with Jiang Huaiyang with a smile.There are too many people rushing home during the [-]th Golden Week, and every car of the subway is packed to the brim. As long as the door is open, there can be another person standing in a space the size of a palm.

Jiang Huaiyang, who was dragging the suitcase, was squeezed to the corner, and touched his chubby belly: "I should squeeze the subway every day. It's better than any exercise. If you squeeze, you'll lose weight."

"If you run out of the studio every day to squeeze the subway, you may be fined to be 80 years old for sketching." Jiang Xu laughed at Jiang Huaiyang, and turned to look at Shen Tinglan.There were so many people in the carriage, he took Shen Tinglan's hand and whispered, "I won't be afraid of getting lost if I pull you."

Shen Tinglan smiled: "I'm not a three-year-old."

"You are," Jiang Xu whispered in his ear, "you will always be a cute child in my heart."

Jiang Fusheng's words seemed to have warmth, making Shen Tinglan's ears slightly red.Shen Tinglan quickly pinched his palm, and said in disgust, "Hiss, are you chubby or not?"

"It's not a love story if it's not nasty." Jiang Fu paused, "Are you shy?"

"Fuck you!" Shen Tinglan choked on him and lowered her head.

"What are you talking about? It's quite lively." Jiang Huaiyang was separated from them by a few people, so he raised his head and said, "I don't know where to transfer, you two don't just chat, forget about me! "

"Hey, don't worry, we will definitely deliver it to the right place for you." Jiang Fusheng took out his mobile phone with one hand to look at the route map, "There are only two stops left."

They changed trains twice and sent Jiang Huaiyang to Beijing South Railway Station before eleven o'clock.They came out anyway, Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan decided to go for a stroll before going back to the studio.They had a simple lunch and were going to visit the Forbidden City.

This year's National Day, the Forbidden City has a large-scale event, which is a special exhibition of green landscape paintings from past dynasties, and the handed down "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is also included.

The so-called blue-green landscapes are mostly made of natural precious minerals such as lapis lazuli and turquoise, which are rich in color and can remain unchanged for thousands of years.

It has been more than [-] years since the last time "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" was exhibited to the public.

Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan were worried that there would be many people visiting the art exhibition, and they didn't dare to eat too carefully for lunch. They bought two pancakes in the alley behind Donghuamen, and hurried into the Forbidden City.

People on the road are basically running wildly, as if they don't feel tired.Among them are teenagers who look like students, middle-aged people with SLR cameras, and even old people who walk like flying.A long winding queue formed at the entrance of the art exhibition. Shadows of different heights, short, fat, and thin were crowded on the uneven stone bricks, forming a whole piece.

Shen Tinglan and Jiang Susheng were temporarily at the back of the line. The tour group in front of them was led by a tour guide.She was probably afraid that people in the tour group would be annoyed by waiting, so she introduced the relevant knowledge of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".Jiang Fusheng went to a small shop not far away to buy water, and Shen Tinglan was bored, so he quickly pricked up his ears and listened to a few words.

"The author of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is Wang Ximeng, and there is no record about him in the history books. According to Cai Jing's inscription on the back of the scroll, "Giving it on the first day of April in the third year of Zhenghe. In the year of Ximeng, he used to be a student of painting. 'It was only then that I deduced that this masterpiece from the ages came from a young genius...

"But unfortunately, it is said that Wang Ximeng passed away three years after painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"...Mr. He is a beautiful young man, he cannot be old, he is just right. No matter how old or how young, there will be no "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". He seems to know that he will die in a few years.'”

"Brother Lan." Jiang Fusheng came back with two bottles of iced Coke, and he handed one to Shen Tinglan, "I called you twice just now, but you ignored me."

Shen Tinglan unscrewed the Coca-Cola and took a sip: "I was a prostitute's tour guide's explanation, so I didn't pay attention."

"What did you say?"

"I only listened to two sentences, but I didn't finish listening. It's about Wang Ximeng."

"Didn't you teach all art history courses? If you want to hear it, I will tell you." Jiang Fusheng said, "The famous artist Song Huizong in the Northern Song Dynasty held a painting class in the palace. Principal. Then our Wang Ximeng was admitted to this painting class, which is equivalent to being admitted to CAFA today.

"He didn't paint well at the beginning. Fortunately, Song Huizong had two brushes. He knew that this boy would become a master in the future. As the principal, he personally taught Wang Ximeng to paint. Within a year, he made great progress.

"Under the guidance of Principal Zhao, Wang Ximeng spent half a year painting this painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". This painting was later awarded to Cai Jing by the principal. Song Huizong was a third-rate emperor and a first-rate artist. Cai Jing was just like him. When the prime minister was obsequious and talked about art, he could tell at a glance that the painting was not simple. He was happy and wrote down this incident at the end of the scroll.

"After Wang Ximeng painted this painting, he was assigned to be a warehouse keeper. This is equivalent to the class teacher asking you Shen Tinglan to do math papers every day, and you became depressed within a few days. In just three years, you died of a serious illness."

Shen Tinglan couldn't help but said: "The speech is very good, but the metaphor is strange. What evil did I do in my previous life, and the head teacher asked me to do math every day?"

Jiang Fusheng: "Isn't this convenient for you to understand?"

Shen Tinglan pouted: "Thank you."

Jiang Fusheng smiled shyly, "You're welcome, you're welcome."

The line to see the art exhibition moved slowly, and it was around 04:30 in the afternoon that Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan squeezed into the exhibition hall.

The entire volume of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is opened and installed in a special glass showcase.On the side is the security staff, urging the tourists gathered in front of the cabinet to go forward and not to stay. On average, everyone's appreciation time is less than 5 minutes.

Because ancient paintings are fragile, every exhibition will cause certain damage, so every time is precious.Shen Tinglan didn't know what year it would be when he saw this painting next time, so he opened his eyes slightly, wanting to observe more details.

In addition to the bright green landscapes, there are pavilions, cottages, fishing villages, long bridges and waterside pavilions, farmers and birds in the painting.Shen Tinglan looked down at the dense and well-arranged water patterns, and imagined the scene where Wang Ximeng was lying next to the scroll, drawing them from one bank of the river to the other bank by stroke, and suddenly felt cute, so he couldn't help laughing.

Between Yingchi, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, full of tenderness.The beautiful color of lapis lazuli and turquoise seems to say that he once wrote passionately and loved this world.

The queue outside couldn't move far for a long time, and the queue inside to appreciate the paintings came to an end in no time.

When they left the exhibition hall, Shen Tinglan suddenly said with emotion: "When Wang Ximeng painted this painting, he was 21 years old when he died. We queued for almost five hours and only watched it for a few minutes, but it seemed like his whole life It's all over."

"I feel that Wang Ximeng was born for this painting, and he left after finishing it. I am born to be useful, and I have always believed in this sentence." Jiang Fusheng said, "Sometimes I just think about , I came to this world, I must have come to accomplish certain things.”

"What are you going to accomplish?"

"There are too many, each age is different." Jiang Fusheng said, "When I was five years old, I didn't want to go to kindergarten. When I went to elementary school, I didn't want to go to elementary school. I didn't want to go to junior high school... .”

"Then I know." Shen Tinglan interrupted him, "Your wishes are all bullshit. High school means you don't want to go to high school, and college means you don't want to go to university."

"No." Jiang Fusheng corrected Shen Tinglan's statement, "When I was in high school, one day I saw a construction team demolishing a dilapidated building, and I was instantly enlightened. I came to this world, and I can't come here in vain. I, I want to let those old people The residents in the building live in the house I designed, and everyone is comfortable."

He paused, then asked Shen Tinglan: "Brother Lan, do you have any staged life goals?"