as you meet

Ji Yusheng enjoys every art appreciation class very much, and discusses with his husband after finishing each class, but apart from being annoyed by his mother, there is another thing that has always worried him, that is, since he was with Shi Yu After choosing courses in the library, he didn't see Shi Yu again for the whole semester.

He tried to contact Shi Yu, but couldn't get in touch. Shi Yu can be said to be the first close friend he met in University A, so he was very worried about Shi Yu's absence from school for several weeks in a row. I once went to the Academy of Fine Arts to look for Shi Yu, but found that the studio was locked. I asked my classmates, and their expressions were a little weird, even with such a hint of disdain.

They asked who Ji Yusheng was, and Ji Yusheng said he was a friend. They whispered that this kind of person still had friends, and then said briefly to him who knows, and left.

Later, an old professor passed by and saw him worried and asked him what was wrong. After he explained what happened, the kind old professor smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and told him indifferently:

"Don't worry, painters often disappear, they are looking for inspiration."

"I had a student who was missing for half a year, and he turned out to be cycling around the world looking for inspiration!"

The professor's face was flushed with excitement and said, after all, he dragged him to chat with some of his students for a long time, resulting in Ji Yusheng not getting any information about Shi Yu's whereabouts when he left.

Shi Yu was also absent today, and since this morning Ji Yusheng has been feeling more uneasy than usual, deeply hidden in his heart.

When Song Shihe spoke in class, Ji Yusheng felt that his voice was hoarse than usual, and his uneasiness deepened.

Song Shihe obviously stopped to drink water and cleared his throat more often than usual throughout the class.

And Ji Yusheng's uneasy mood also broke out during the recess as Song Shihe's voice became hoarse.

"This homework needs to be divided into groups. When everyone is taking a break in a while—" Song Shihe said in a rough voice.

The appreciation assignment mentioned by Song Shihe is relatively complicated and involves a large amount of data collection. It probably needs a few hardworking and studious students to complete it together.

Ji Yusheng's heart sank. Shi Yu was also absent from today's class. It seemed that he was going to raise his hand again to say that he couldn't be assigned to a group.

It is common for him not to be assigned to a group, because the Department of Economics has no close friends, and every time he is divided into groups, he is either using it to gather the number of people, or he is kicked out.

But what he was worried about was that the assignment was relatively difficult. He could only be sure that Shi Yu would complete the assignment perfectly, but he didn't know other people, and he was afraid of meeting lazy team members. If he finishes his homework quickly, he may disappoint Song Shihe, who just became friends with him.

In this way, he should be used to it, but every time he encounters this kind of thing, he still feels very embarrassed and his face is hot.

For some reason, he especially didn't want Song Shihe to see his embarrassing appearance of having no friends and finding no one to group with.I always feel that it is difficult for him like this to become a confidant who can talk about art at will with Song Shihe, who is impeccable in all aspects.

Although Ji Yusheng was calm on the surface, he was very resistant to the arrival of the recess. For him at this moment, the recess was like the time to go to the execution ground.

The minute hand finally pointed to the break time.

"Okay, let me talk about the grouping before the break. I thought about it, and I feel that it is a bit difficult to group so many people into lectures. Why don't you just do it in groups of four in the tutoring. Each group in the tutoring class If there are twelve people, divide them into three groups."

"Are you okay?" This time Ji Yusheng was sure that Song Shihe was asking him if he was okay, because he was sitting in the farthest seat, and there was no one in front or behind him.

Ji Yusheng nodded, and Song Shihe smiled and looked away.

"Students, don't worry, your counselor will give you advice and help. So don't worry, trust your counselor!"

Ji Yusheng felt that Song Shihe's words were telling him, please believe me.

Song Shihe cleared his throat and asked everyone to break.

During the break between classes, Ji Yusheng went to a bathroom, and when he came back, he passed a lecture hall that had just finished class. He went in to explain the situation to the professor and borrowed the microphone.

But when he came back, when he opened the door, he saw Song Shihe with his head down and smiling gently, and Minto, who was looking up at him with a bag of candy in his hand, smiling brightly.

When passing by the podium, Song Shihe's words reached Ji Yusheng's ears.

"Thank you, Minto."

Ji Yusheng put the microphone in his hand heavily on the podium, and then left without looking at Song Shihe.

Song Shihe, who was next to the podium, turned his head after hearing a "bang", and saw Ji Yusheng put down the microphone and turned back to his position. He declined Minto's throat lozenges, and planned to turn around and pick up the microphone, but Mingto But he grabbed his legs.

Ji Yusheng pretended not to care and returned to his seat. After sitting down, he saw Mingtuo raised his eyebrows and smiled cheerfully in response to Song Shihe's words, and even put out his hand to stuff the bag of sugar into Song Shihe's pocket.

Isn't this your bosom friend?Look at his eyes staring at you all the time, saying I admire you so much, I like you so much.He began to doubt the authenticity of Song Shihe's claim that he was his only one. After all, there seemed to be all kinds of butterflies and bees around Song Shihe.

Thinking that maybe Song Shihe and Mingtuo had said the same thing, he felt angry for no reason, and then he lowered his head suddenly as if sulking, and copied the notes of the first half of the class meaninglessly.

But he didn't see Song Shihe helplessly took the candy out of his pocket, put it back on Mingtuo's table, and said:

"No thanks. I have a microphone."

It is said that artists are sentimental and liars, and it seems to be true, especially for poets and art connoisseurs.

Ji Yusheng thought about it while writing.