People are fascinated and disliked by thousands of people [entertainment circle]

"It's the classroom where I used to take theory classes."

"Further ahead, it is our professional studio."

"Look to the left, my dormitory is in that dormitory building."

Frost Ji climbed up the mountain while listening to Lin Yuan's explanation.

From his words, he gradually pieced together the school days that Lin Yuan, who was a few years younger, had spent.

"When you were in college, you lived in a dormitory." Han Shuangji was quite surprised.

With Lin Yuan's solitary character, how could he adapt to collective life?

"Well." Lin Yuan told him, "Actually, dormitory life is not as scary as you imagine. I don't interfere with other roommates, and we rarely communicate with each other."

Frost Ji asked sincerely, "Then, is there any communication between them?"

Lin Yuan nodded, "Yes."

"Honey." Han Shuangji showed an indescribable expression, "Didn't you realize that you were excluded?"

"Is there?" Lin Yuan really didn't realize it.

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He originally thought that Lin Yuan's life would go smoothly without any ups and downs.

Now, I finally understand.

He was not without his ups and downs.

He is purely nervous and does not notice the ups and downs of life.

If it was the young Han Shuangji who found himself isolated and excluded by his roommates, he would have secretly cried eight hundred times.

"I really didn't realize it." Lin Yuan said slowly, "They exclude me, which means that I don't need to waste time and maintain useless social relationships. I can devote all my time and energy to the things I like, which is very good. "

"That's true." Han Shuangji couldn't help admiring her boyfriend.

If I am half as open-minded as Lin Yuan, I won't be depressed, causing myself to become sensitive and fragile.

"Let's go." Lin Yuan took his hand, "The front is the exhibition window of our professional students' works, which will be taken care of by my tutor, and there should be my paintings."

"Are you sure?" Han Shuangji grumbled and complained, "Every exhibition window we met, you said that there might be your own paintings."

Lin Yuan was not sure, so he didn't say too much, "Should, maybe, maybe?"

"Forget it, don't talk." Han Shuangji didn't bother to listen to him painting cakes, and walked to the display window in a few steps.

The scale of the exhibition window is small, and only five landscape paintings can be seen through the locked glass window.

Han Shuangji looked over from the upper left corner, and the signature below was not Lin Yuan.

When he was disappointed, his eyes fell on the sunset photo in the middle.

In the distant mountains and forests, the shattered rays of light coat the whole world with a layer of light.The tired birds returning to their nests stand on their own branches, and the twilight changes from light to dark, pulling the sky and the earth into chaos.

It is clearly a static landscape painting, but Frost Ji saw the sun and the moon changing, light and dark intertwined, and everything is constantly growing.

As for the paintings, when he recorded the theme of the "China Millennium" painting, he once visited the masters of art, so he has a little understanding of the superficial.

From Han Shuangji's point of view, this pair of student works is excellent in terms of technique, composition, and artistic conception, which shows the artist's talent and diligence.

"It looks good." Han Shuangji murmured softly.

"Yes." Lin Yuan came behind him and breathed a sigh of relief, "I found my painting."

Finally, I didn't let my boyfriend go for nothing.

"Where is it?" Han Shuangji checked the signature of the painting again, and indeed did not find the word "Lin Yuan".

"Didn't you see it?" Lin Yuan pointed to the lower right corner of the sunset picture, "here."

Han Shuangji squinted his eyes, observed carefully, and finally saw three indistinguishable seal script characters written in almost the same color of ink in the cracks of the dark tree trunk:

Lin Xianjun

It was so well hidden, and only words were mentioned, no wonder Han Shuangji didn't recognize it at first sight.

Frost Ji asked curiously, "Why didn't you sign it?"

"Probably, it was influenced by my grandfather."

Lin Yuan's grandfather was born in a scholarly family and was good at calligraphy and painting.Every time he creates, he only writes down his name and characters when he is satisfied, and stamps his seal.

As for the works of practicing pens, they are only willing to mention the words and never sign them.

Lin Yuan has studied painting until now, but he thinks that he has no works that can be shown.Therefore, all the paintings in his pen do not have his own name.

Later, he debuted and became a star, but Lin Yuan did not announce his name to the public.To prevent someone from buying Lin Xianjun's masterpiece at a high price because of Lin Yuan's star aura.

"You have really high demands on yourself." Han Shuangji carefully examined Lin Yuan's paintings and spoke highly of them, "I think they are very beautiful."

"In terms of technique, maybe it has passed the test." Lin Yuan touched his painting through the glass window, "However, all the paintings I draw lack important things."

"what?"

"Story." Lin Yuan said, "When I first learned to paint, my grandfather said: If a painter just moves what he sees on paper, why not use a camera?"

"The painter should keep the story and tell it to the viewers, so that they can feel the joy, anger, sorrow and joy behind the picture." When Lin Yuan spoke, his tone was exceptionally calm, "I can't do it, I don't have a story to share."

Every time he paints, he doesn't show any emotions at all, so how can he share his emotions with those who see the paintings?

"Baby, you are too rigid." Han Shuangji squeezed his palm hard, "What do you think is the story in the painting?"

"Like a script."

"Wrong. The script has its beginnings and turns, and the painting has only one fragment. Not every painting in the world is the Qingming Riverside Scene." Han Shuangji analyzed it for him with reason and evidence, "I study screenwriting, and the teacher told us that it is not only vigorous and vigorous. It counts as a story. The tea, rice, oil and salt in life, laughing and cursing are all articles. As long as it can be read by everyone, it is a good story."

Lin Yuan listened carefully to his words, thoughtful.

"Not every story has ups and downs, and you don't need to force yourself to be overjoyed and sad, it's enough to tell yourself well with a pen." Han Shuangji raised her face and said word by word, "You draw beautifully, don't give up. "

Lin Yuan lowered his eyes, looked at him for a moment, and then said, "Well, I won't give up."

When he used to create, he often felt lost.

Although I like to draw, I don't know what I should draw, so I have to record what I see.

But now, Lin Yuan suddenly understood.

"You said you want to be a model for me, does it still count?"

"Are you counting?" Han Shuangji was eager to try, "Take off your clothes?"

"...you don't expect weird things."

"Tch." Han Shuangji pouted, "What do you know? If you don't wear clothes, it's easier to pass on through the ages."

Lin Yuan rubbed his brows and said in frustration, "That's because you only saw no clothes. In fact, the reason why they have been passed down through the ages is due to various factors such as the historical environment, culture, and beliefs at that time."

"It sounds so complicated, forget it." Han Shuangji pouted, "I'm reluctant to wear a pair of pants."

"Clothes have to be worn!"

"Okay, okay." Han Shuangji perfunctorily agreed, took out his mobile phone, and took a picture of Lin Yuan's painting from a different angle.

After taking the photo, he put away his phone and looked at the painting again, "Are there any more?"

"There should be more." Lin Yuan was not sure, thought for a while, and said, "Let me ask my mentor."

Lin Yuan's mentor is very street artist, with black eyes and unshaven beard, decadent and mournful.

The whole person was paralyzed on the soft seat in the studio, and the word 'putting down' was plastered all over his body.

"You are here, looking for paintings." The instructor waved his hand, "Look for whatever you want."

Seeing his ghostly appearance, Lin Yuan understood, and tentatively asked, "The bottleneck period?"

"Oh, how can I have a bottleneck period? After breaking through the bottleneck period of others, there is a vast world ahead. What about me? It's just a straw, and the road to art is always so narrow."

Frost Ji heard his analogy, and said lightly, "The straw is an open structure. When you breathe out, the whole world belongs to you."

"It makes sense." The instructor struggled and turned over, covering his face in a collapsed state, "I don't even have a straw, I'm a useless piece of talent!"

"Think about it." Han Shuangji walked over and patted the mentor on the shoulder, "At least you have a clear self-awareness. Since you have no talent, choose a life without talent, such as giving up art."

"No!" The tutor immediately shook his head, "Drawing is my life, once I stop painting, what is the meaning of my life?"

"Heh." Han Shuangji showed eyes like looking at garbage, "You have stopped painting, are you dead? Hurry up and paint!"

"I was wrong!" The mentor seemed to have been opened up to the two veins of Ren and Du, and he suddenly realized that he picked up the brush again and prepared to create.

After concentrating on drawing two strokes, he finally came to his senses, and looked at Han Shuangji in astonishment, "Wait, who are you?"

"Teacher, hello." Han Shuangji changed from the scary look just now, and smiled sweetly and well-behaved, "I am Lin Yuan's boyfriend."

"Huh?" The tutor looked at Lin Yuan, his shocked eyes seemed to say: So you like this type?

Lin Yuan pretended not to understand his eyes, and directly explained the purpose of coming, "Hello, tutor, I want to find the paintings that I left in school before."

"Oh, I'll help you find..." The instructor was about to get up from his seat, when his eyes fell on the drawing board with only two strokes on it, he suddenly hesitated.

He was bottlenecked for more than half a month, and finally got up the spirit to paint again.

Lin Yuan saw what he was thinking, and said, "You continue to draw, and I can find it myself."

"Okay, okay." The instructor sat back, picked up the pen, and said without raising his head, "Your works are all stored in the cabinet and box. Take your time to find them."

Lin Yuan responded, "Okay."

Han Shuangji slowly turned his head, looked at the six four-door lockers beside the studio wall, and dozens of large boxes above the lockers, and made a few question marks.

It is conservatively estimated that there are at least tens of thousands of paintings here. When will we find them?

Fortunately, the instructor looked slovenly, but he treated the students' works with great care.Each cabinet of the collection of works is clearly marked which class of students it is.

The paintings inside are arranged according to the time of submission, and the anti-oxidation and anti-moth treatments have been carefully done. It seems that they should be preserved for a long time.

Lin Yuan found the cupboard of his class, and started to look through the homework he had just entered.

In the freshman stage, students who have just started painting, the works they handed over are still immature.Even a layman can see flaws.

Han Shuangji found Lin Yuan's first assignment, painting the scenery outside the window.The use of color is better than the students of the same period, which is enough to see Lin Yuan's extraordinary skills.

However, the windows and scenery in his paintings are ordinary.

Frost Ji looked around, not understanding what he wanted to express.

"Student Lin Xianjun, can you tell me about your creative philosophy?"

Lin Yuan replied numbly, "Because the teacher asked for the homework to be handed in, the usual performance points will be deducted for not handing in."