An Xia's paintings

As soon as Lin Anxia spoke, she felt annoyed.Among the four teachers who were judged, he was the one with the youngest seniority and the lowest qualifications. In Lin Anxia's perception, he who didn't know much should not talk too much on this occasion.

Before deciding to do the review, he also warned himself more than once that he must be humble, don't argue with others, listen to the opinions of the seniors as much as possible, and don't be self-righteous...

But obviously, he was still impulsive.

Teacher Qian on the right obviously thought that Lin Anxia's words were too arrogant, and said sharply, "Mr. Lin thinks too much of himself!"

Lin Anxia said gruffly, "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

Teacher Sun on the left continued to be in a dilemma: "Then what do you mean? That's why I said that young people, who think they have achieved something, start to be complacent. Lin Xici's son is nothing more than that..."

Lin Anxia's heart suddenly turned cold.

Lin Xici is like a god to Lin Anxia.It can be said that Lin Anxia's favorite person in this world is Lin Xici.Regarding Lin Xici, Lin Anxia maintained a bit of paranoia. He did not allow anyone to say a bad word about Lin Xici, and even talking about Lin Xici in a bad tone would make Lin Anxia furious.Not to mention that it was because of himself that he gave others a chance to discredit Lin Xici...

Lin Anxia lowered his eyes, his hands began to tremble unconsciously, he could clearly feel the beast roaring in his heart.He complained about his own incompetence in his heart, and at the same time, he felt hatred towards the person who spoke rudely.

Just when Lin Anxia thought that he would not be able to restrain himself from stepping up to give that teacher Sun a punch, Li Huaide, who was sitting at the top of the table, said nothing but the first sentence: "As a teacher, you must have a basic Moral conduct. What is it like to embarrass a child?"

These words were obviously addressed to the two teachers, Qian and Sun.

Li Huaide continued: "The discussion is naturally to allow everyone to express their own opinions. Teacher Xiao Lin can sit here and discuss the selection of works with us, he must have his own advantages. Next, Lin Xi It's not up to you two to decide what will happen to Ci's son."

The two teachers, Qian and Sun, were so blocked that their faces were livid.

Lin Anxia raised her head in surprise, and looked at Li Huaide.

Li Huaide asked Lin Anxia amusedly: "What? Do you think my old man is just an old-fashioned old man who says one is one and two is two, and everyone has to revolve around me?"

Lin Anxia shook her head quickly.

Li Huaide said: "I'm not trying to help you, I'm just stating a fact. If you want this painting to pass this selection, you have to convince us, using your reasons, why do you think this painting is so good Place, what qualifications does it have to be selected as the reason for the exhibition, to convince us."

Lin Anxia laughed a little, he suddenly found that Li Huaide was really an old man with a weird temper.

Since he got a chance, it would be a pity not to say a few words for this student.After all, Lin Anxia really thought that it was an excellent work.

Lin Anxia put the painting called "Color" on the projector, and began to explain the painting seriously according to his understanding.

"Just now the teachers all thought that this painting has no shape, but it is not. I think he painted the sky and the earth in this painting. In the ancient book Thousand Characters, the first sentence is 'Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric', Among them, the sky is black and the earth is yellow, but we know that the color of the sky is not uniform..."

Lin Anxia expressed what he had learned from this painting one by one, and finally said: "However, I think that maybe the content of his painting does not only refer to what I just said, and different people will learn from this painting. Read different things. That's why I thought the painting was really good."

At this time, the discussion room was silent. After Lin Anxia finished his speech, no one refuted his words, but at the same time, no one clearly expressed their agreement.

Lin Anxia was worried.

After a while, Li Huaide, who was sitting at the top, said: "I agree with this painting as one of the works in the exhibition. I wonder what the other two teachers think?"

Teacher Qian came back to his senses, and then said: "I also agree."

Teacher Sun, who was still somewhat dissatisfied at first, could only nod resentfully when he saw that the other two teachers, especially Li Huaide, agreed.

When leaving, Lin Anxia glanced at Mr. Sun, who still had a gloomy face, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

On this day, Lin Anxia came to school early again.

Lin Anxia's teaching and research group is on the north side of the art building, and needs to go through an inaccessible path.On both sides of the path are emerald and verdant trees topping the sky, which are lush and lush. Occasionally, the sound of birdsong makes the surrounding environment seem more peaceful.

As early as Lin Anxia, ​​there was also Sun Ping.

Lin Anxia stood behind a tree and hid herself tightly behind the bushes. Seeing Sun Ping hurried towards that path, she tightened the stick in her hand, and Lin Anxia followed.

When Sun Ping passed the corner of his back, Lin Anxia's figure, who had been secretly following behind him, also moved. Just as he was about to make a move, an accident happened suddenly.

"what!"

Sun Ping let out a scream.

A red bucket suddenly fell from a tall tree in Gaomi and hit Sun Ping impartially on the head. The bucket was full of stinking feces and urine.

Lin Anxia was taken aback, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she hurriedly hid herself back in the shade of the tree, keeping her face calm.

Sun Ping, who was covered in feces and urine, yelled angrily on the spot: "Which bastard is it! Get out of here!" He didn't have the slightest calm and elegant appearance on weekdays.

The natural answer to him was silence.

Sun Ping picked up the red barrel on the ground, followed a thin fishing line to the corner of the bush, and found that it was firmly tied to a branch of the bush, and there was no one around.

Sun Ping, who couldn't find the culprit, thought that the time would soon be for students to come to school in large numbers. He had always paid attention to his image, so he had to give up looking for the instigator of this prank first, and rushed home angrily to change his clothes.

Lin Anxia stood in the corner in a daze, feeling unbelievable at what happened before her eyes.

At this time, someone patted his shoulder lightly from behind.

"Mr. Lin, do you think this show is exciting?"

Lin Anxia turned her head abruptly, and saw a boy about his age.

The boy was wearing a white shirt and jeans, obviously ordinary attire, but he had a wanton smile on his face, making him look very unruly.

"That's what you did?"

The visitor didn't take Lin Anxia's vigilance to heart, but said indifferently, "Mr. Lin, do you feel relieved?"

Lin Anxia rolled her eyes, and put on the airs of being a teacher: "Aren't you afraid that the school will punish you for teasing the teacher maliciously?"

The boy raised his eyelids, and stretched out his hand to pinch Lin Anxia's face in a funny way: "Come on, little teacher, you might be so happy in your heart."

As he spoke, he pointed at the wooden stick in Lin Anxia's hand.

"Compared to Teacher Lin, am I not much gentler?"

Lin Anxia was busy throwing the stick in her hand to the ground, feeling a little at a loss.

The young man felt that Lin Anxia's distressed appearance at this moment was very cute, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Sun Ping is just a pious hypocrite who sees the wind and the wind. He is a bit talented, but his character is really eye-catching. He not only made things difficult for you at the judging meeting, but also implicated your father. Mr. Lin felt somewhat wronged." A little unconvinced?"

Lin Anxia raised her head in surprise: "How do you know?"

Don't say you are not convinced!Lin Anxia really wanted to hate that Sun Ping to death, otherwise she wouldn't have rushed here early with the intention of beating him up.But in fact, Lin Anxia never thought that anyone would see his bad thoughts. After all, he would not easily let his thoughts leak out. No one knows better than him that those thoughts are not good and should not exist. .

The boy whistled at Lin Anxia: "Guess?"

Lin Anxia looked at the boy's unruly eyes, tilted her head and thought for a while, "You are Xie Ziqi, right?"

The boy, that is, Xie Ziqi snapped his fingers at Lin Anxia: "That's right! Teacher Lin is indeed a smart boy."

Lin Anxia said seriously: "I am your teacher."

Xie Ziqi still didn't care: "It's a pity that you are younger than me!"

Lin Anxia endured and endured, but still rolled her eyes.

"All in all, thank you for helping me. But don't do that again in the future. It's not a good thing! It's always bad to have bad thoughts. No matter how you say it, Teacher Sun is still a teacher. Do you understand?"

Xie Ziqi squinted at Lin Anxia: "Do you know why, the paintings you draw always look like they are dying?"

Lin Anxia was shocked: "What?"

Xie Ziqi flicked the ashes that didn't exist on her body, put her hands in her pockets, and signaled Lin Anxia to move forward with her shoulders.

"Suppressing your emotions for a long time is not a good thing for yourself or others."

Lin Anxia turned her head: "What do you know?"

Xie Ziqi said: "I don't know anything, but my intuition tells me that Lin Anxia is basically the same person as I am. Unfortunately, I live a comfortable life, while you live a depressed life."

Lin Anxia couldn't get over his smug look, so she twisted his arm hard.

"Not everyone can live according to their own mood. There are always things more important than venting emotions. In order to maintain those things, proper suppression is inevitable."

Xie Ziqi frowned, rubbed her sore arm and said, "Then just wait until you become a lunatic!"

After finishing speaking, Xie Ziqi folded her arms and hurried to the classroom.Only Lin Anxia was left alone, standing in the middle of the school road, not saying a word.

Lin Anxia lowered his head and looked at his fingers. He used to hold a paintbrush in his hand, and painted one after another the emotions deep in his heart that could not be humane to the outside world.

Lin Anxia muttered to herself: "Maybe, I already am."

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It's updated again!Thanks to the two little angels, Red Bean and Egg, for the message to the author Zhe~~ There is also a blank message, I don’t know who it is, Jinjiang has been too smokey recently.But if there are comments, the author will know that there are little angels reading this article! [The mood will brighten up~ Three grams of oil! ╭(╯3╰)╮