Extraordinary relationship

Some students are like this. When they feel that they have little hope of further studies, they have to find a blame man to push all the responsibility. If they can pass the exam, it means that they have strong ability.

And Han Su clearly only made an opinion, telling him to say it as if he was forced, and even brought out a mother that Han Su had never met to add weight.

Han Su casually sat next to the two of them. In front of him was a plaster bust of Molière that a former student practiced before returning home. This piece was a semi-finished product, drawn very greenly and cautiously. Han Su picked up a half-length pencil from the ground , changed it easily.

While drawing rustlingly, he said to the boy: "Usually you are quiet, but you have a clear understanding of yourself, so why not tell me which school you really want to go to. Don't be nervous, just chat .”

Now there are not as many people in the studio as before the joint entrance exam. Only Liu Ran and this boy are drawing in this group of still lifes. Han Su's voice is not loud, and the students in front are wearing earphones. Even if they hear it, they can't hear clearly.

The boy lowered his head, even Liu Ran didn't dare to look at it now, he said after a long time, "It's just those art schools in the south."

"Which one? There are several art colleges in the south." Han Su didn't look at him at all, and used his hand as a brush to wipe it off from time to time.

Having been with these students for half a year, Han Ju knows the level of each of them too well. If this boy is really suitable for the south, how could Han Ju suggest him to take the local exam? The fact is that his level is not up to any school. , but has the desire to enter the Academy of Fine Arts. In this case, the local Academy of Fine Arts with local protection is naturally his most promising school.

The boy scratched his hands and kept silent. Han Su glanced at him, then turned his head and continued to draw: "You can apply for a few more schools, and you won't crash your car during the school exam. If you apply for a few more, you might be able to get into the exam you want .”

Teacher Han has a good temper, and he always saves face when he speaks. We don’t do things that offend people by slapping people in the face in public, so Teacher Han doesn’t tell you to give up the local art academy, nor does he tell you to focus on taking the school exam, but just reminds you This is a multiple choice question.

You can fool Liu Ran if you don’t know the rules, and you can brag about your strength outside, but if you want to push the blame on me with a few words, anyone can step on it. It's useless, and the studio can't be opened at all.

The boy was so blocked that he couldn't speak, but Liu Ran on the side was furious, and she said: "He has changed his style because of your request before, and now you let him go to the school he was suitable for before, I'm afraid it's not right gone."

"You may have heard Chanel's phrase 'Fashion fades, style lasts', but there's a half of it behind it, called 'I am style'." Han Su took out an eraser from the groove under the drawing board, and wiped off an eraser. Straightforward lines, "Style grows from the bone and leaks out of the body, which is convenient for others to distinguish individual things. In other words, style is the soul. The soul can only become clean and dirty. How can it become someone else? "

"Unless he has a split personality." He moved his body slightly away, squinted at the painting that was already stained with his style, and said with a smile: "But even if he has a split personality, there will be intersections between each personality. There are some things What’s yours is yours, and you can’t even throw it away, let alone being manipulated by others.”

He said this not only to this boy, but also to Liu Ran. As for whether Liu Ran could listen to it, Han Su thought he could, but whether it would change this, he wondered.

Han Su finished painting and left. Liu Ran and the boy couldn't help but come forward to observe the person leaving.

It was a plaster statue of Molière with vigorous and free lines, which was completely different from the previous ones. In addition, there was a "Moaning without illness" enclosed by the title of the book on its left shoulder.

"What do you mean?" The boy frowned.

"Molière's masterpiece." Liu Ran stared at the painting, his expression not very good, "it's a critical comedy."

Hearing this, the boy felt even more ashamed.

……

After Han Su finished painting the plaster statue, when he went out, he saw Lu Ye grinning and making a phone call at the door of the opposite class.Seeing Han Su, Lu Ye immediately hung up the phone and put it in his pocket: "Brother Su."

"If you call in class, you will be punished by the accountant." Han Su patted him on the arm when he passed by.

Lu Ye hurriedly said, "No, just this time, the matter is urgent."

"Admit the punishment if you are in a hurry, or call after class." Han Su looked at his watch, and there were 2 minutes before get out of class was over, "Can't bear 2 minutes?"

"I can bear it, I promise not to do it again next time!" Lu Ye clasped his hands together and bowed to him.

Han Su ignored him and went straight into the office. As soon as he sat down on his front foot, the get out of class bell rang on his back foot, and then Lu Ye rushed over.

"What do you do every day, can you be more steady?" Han Su held boiling water and blew his breath, "Why don't you go to the accountant and come here?"

"Let's go in a while." Lu Ye twitched the corners of his mouth. He was really easy to talk in private, and he was never stingy with the people around him. Only when it came to business and the bottom line, he was absolutely shameless and could not be vague.

There are a lot of sophisticated people in the society, there are quite a lot of cunning and treacherous people, and occasionally there are unselfish people, but if you want to say that you can cultivate the outer circle and the inner square to perfection, that is really a skill.

There are some things that Han Suo likes to get along with at ordinary times, he looks really easy to bully and bully Baozi, but anyone with a little brain can tell that this person is definitely powerful, if you want to take advantage of him, it has to be that he is willing to let you take advantage of him, otherwise Even if the hair is pulled out by you, you still have to shut up and help him count the money.

It may not be difficult to have an outer circle and an inner square, but what is difficult is to maintain a young heart at the same time.

That's why Lu Ye always feels lucky. From junior year to graduate student, and now he has been accompanied by Brother Su during the whole process of gradually connecting with the society. He protects and takes care of him all the way.

Lu Ye thought back on Han Su's kindness to him in the past few years, even the mentor he was following now was recommended by him, and he felt a little warm and a little guilty in his heart.

He looked at the old man drinking hot water, pursed his lips, stood there thinking for a long time, and finally wandered around the office.

He walked up to the oil painting frame that Han Su had nailed before, put one hand in his pocket, and walked along the edge of the clean canvas with his fingertips, pretending to be relaxed and said: "That day, the students in Lin Lin's class held an art exhibition, I went to have a look, and said What sounds good is abstraction, and what sounds bad is just a piece of shit that was poured out in 5 minutes. Art exhibitions can be held at any level, and it is said that two paintings have been sold for a lot of money.”

He said "Hey", "I knew I would also learn oil painting, okay?"

Lu Ye's sourness is really not unreasonable. He said that the classmate's foundation is indeed poor, and there is no way to go abstract. However, he has a relationship with his family. He has a diploma and hype. After a few years, even if he is not famous, he can still be a little middle class.

Lu Ye is from the countryside, his parents are farming, the conditions are not very good, he has a good face, he basically doesn't like to complain about these things, and he always laughs and laughs when he is with everyone. Suddenly, I felt that there must be a demon if something abnormal happened.

Lenovo saw him calling in the corridor just now, and thinking about the situation at home, Han Su felt that this person probably had something to ask of himself.

He didn't point it out, lowered his head and took another sip of hot water and said, "If you want to learn oil painting, you can learn it now. We have teachers from the oil painting department in our studio. If you don't understand, you can ask for advice. You don't have basic skills in sculpture." Solid and easy to use."

"It's useless for me to learn it." Lu Ye laughed at himself, still facing the canvas sideways to others: "I don't have good connections, I don't know how to make friends, and I'm poor. I learned oil painting, and I can't afford to hold art exhibitions if I don't get sponsors. If you can't sell it, you won't be able to earn back the paint money, so it's better to be able to work with the mentor now, at least there is no cost."

"Anyway, doing art does cost a lot of money, but if you want to develop it, I can help you contact friends." Han Su put the cup on the table, put his chin on the cup, sniffed the warm water vapor, and waited for him to say the following if.

Lu Ye added his mouth, he hesitated to speak today, and the words got out of his mouth several times, but in the end he only said: "How are you and that architect?"

"What's the matter?" Han Su's speech speed suddenly became faster, "We are just friends, what can we do?"

Yes, they are friends. A person who is so upright in Jinshuan can take him to fool around in the middle of the night, and an elegant and handsome person can run foolishly with him on the main road or in the snow. Such a person can It's his friend, which is nice.

Han suddenly blew on the hot air from the cup, not even noticing how obvious the corners of his mouth were.

Lu Ye was simply studying his picture frame and didn't look over there.

Lu Ye said: "I just envy people like you. You are capable, and your family has financial backing. You don't have any taboos about dating."

"It's not like me. Be optimistic about a girl. I don't dare to date. I don't dare to go there. I don't dare to buy. I'm afraid that I will accidentally lose the down payment. If someone takes a look at that brand-name bag, I'm so worried." Bang bang."

Han Su said, "I understand how you feel, but you don't have to go to an expensive place for a date."

"Where is the cheapest place?" Lu Ye asked him.

"Bad market." Han Su blurted out without thinking.

"Fuck!" Lu Ye threw the eraser and cursed, "You must be sick!"

Han suddenly glanced at Lu Ye. He really thought so in his head at the time. If he fell in love, he would go to the dilapidated market in the south of the city. There are many good things in it besides second-hand. There are so many old things in Shuan's house, and he must like them. This kind of place where you can find things... ahem——

Han Su suddenly choked on himself, his mother is really sick, thinking about something when he has nothing to do!

Lu Ye didn't know what was wrong with him, so he moved to the sofa and sat down. After a while, he said, "Actually, what you said is true. If I can have my own house and clean it up, I can bring the girl back to the house." Sit at home, I'll make her an instant coffee with two puffs, it really doesn't cost much."

"Worthy of being Grandet in this world, I'll make an instant potion when I bring the girl home." Han Su threw the paper towel that wiped his mouth into the trash can under his feet, "You deserve it."

"You can't say that." Lu Ye finally turned around, with a bit of embarrassment on his hippie smile: "The top floor I was looking at, the agent just called and said that the price has been reduced. I'm still short of [-] down payment, so I have to save it Some flowers."

"Hmph!" Han Su sneered and took out his phone, feeling that this kid really came here for money.

A few minutes later, Lu Ye counted the balance on Alipay and left satisfied.

After the people left, Han Su was left alone in the office. He stared at the picture frame that Lu Ye was playing with for a while, and suddenly had an inspiration.

In the middle of the winter night, there is snow, the sky is almost round, the world is like a big crystal ball, and the bustling lights are covered in it without saying a word. This world is free and has an end.

This is the first time for Han Ju to paint snow, and there is only snow in the whole picture. He is standing under the crystal ball and facing the sky. He saw the snowflakes swaying from side to side, falling slowly to almost stagnant, and then a snowflake secretly landed on the ground. In his eyes, his heart trembled, and at the same time he heard the laughter of a man beside him, the snow in his eyes immediately burned hot, and rolled down along the curved corners of his eyes.

There is snow in Han Ju's pen, but he is not in the snow in the painting.

He has never painted such a smooth painting, it is done in one go, quite artistic, and the level of hesitating for many years has leapt in an instant in this ordinary afternoon.

He felt that his paintings should be ready for sale. At this time, Han Dong's manager Xu Guangmao called, asking about a collector who wanted to order a snow painting, and asked if his brother could paint it.

"No problem." Han Su threw the pen on the palette, and said into the phone, "My brother happens to be painting snow these days, and the rest will follow the old rules, and I will negotiate with my uncle."

"Hmm..." Xu Guangmao hesitated at the other end, and said pleasantly, "...how are your parents recently?"

"It's good, it's good." Han Su took over the meal that his colleague had helped deliver before, and closed the door to sit on the sofa and make a phone call, "The old couple went on a trip with a colleague."

"It's fine." Xu Guangmao's voice was a little weaker than before, "... Where's Xiaodong? Don't you like going out?"

"That's right, it's still the same." Han Su used his teeth to break apart the chopsticks, "Why, uncle, when I'm free, I'll find you for a drink. You're flying around and it's not easy to meet people."

"What are you drinking? I can't fucking hold back my three highs. If you drink any more, you have to follow me." Xu Guangmao is over 50 this year, and he has never been disrespectful when talking to him. Han Su was not used to it at first, Later, I gradually found that this is also very good, very close.

"What are you talking about?" Han Su smiled dryly, his heart suddenly felt a little sore, "That's all right, are you free these few days, I'll take the time to see you, don't drink, how about steaming a crab?"

"Steaming." Xu Guangmao answered briskly, and finally said, "That... the collector who bought the snow map said that if possible, he would like to meet Han Dong. I don't know if Xiaodong would like to. connect."

"Okay, sorry for the trouble, Uncle." Han Su put down the phone, and Xu Guangmao sent him a number on WeChat, which was a landline.

Early the next morning, Han Su was still lying on the bed, and hung up on the landline number Xu Guangmao had given him.

When he came home the first night, his brother happened to be waiting for him in the living room downstairs watching TV, so he asked the collector about what he wanted to meet.

Unsurprisingly, his brother replied "No".

In fact, Han Su didn't have much hope, but if he doesn't see him, he won't see him again. The painter is not obliged to meet the buyer, and the buyer himself is also contacted by a broker.

The call was connected, and it was answered by a young male voice. Han Su introduced himself and told him to wait a moment.

After a while, a nice self-introduction rang on the phone: "Good morning, I'm Jinshu'an."

Han Su: "..."