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These three paintings were created jointly by Sang Yintian and Ye Sizan.

Ye Siran didn't dodge again this time, from the phone call with Sang Yintian just now, to the encounter with Bai Yuxia now, he seems to have been psychologically prepared for the current physical touch.Although his right arm was still trembling slightly, he still stared straight at Bai Yuxia's eyes and the wound below the corner of his eye.

After a week, the wound on Bai Yuxia's face hadn't completely healed, and blood oozes out from time to time.Just looking at it is shocking.

Ye Siran knew that this wound was enough to destroy a person.

Of course, this is indeed something Ye Wanlu can do.

"Yo, you didn't hide from me this time, why? Don't you hate me?" Bai Yuxia narrowed her eyes and raised her arms, recalling what happened in the reception box that day, feeling lingering fear, took a deep breath and put it down hands.

"No matter what you want to say, I'm not free right now." Ye Siran glanced at the time, raised his foot to avoid Bai Yuxia, and was afraid that this person would do something behind his back, so he subconsciously pressed his right hand on the armrest next to him .

Fortunately, nothing happened, Bai Yuxia neither blocked him nor said anything more exaggerated.

"Ye Siran!"

Just as Ye Siran stepped up the steps and was about to turn, Bai Yuxia stopped him again.The cold light rushing out of those eyes was like an ice pick that pierced through the winter, and pierced Ye Siran's body fiercely.

Only then did Ye Siran realize that the half of the face torn apart by the wound had begun to look a little hideous.Bai Yuxia pointed to the wound on her face, her gums were trembling, "Sang Yintian has ruined everything about me, I will not let him go. There is another word, I want you to convey it to him for me."

Ye Siran finally turned around, frowning as if telling the person in front of him [you dare to touch him and try].But this is a school after all, and his anger was gradually calmed down by the sound of the piano from the next building. "What words?"

"Now he may have to be buried with me. I'm not going to get better, so he shouldn't even think about it." Bai Yuxia chuckled lightly, not waiting for Ye Siran's response, stepped down a step, put on the mask again, and covered it up. Cover that ugly cut on your face.

"Wait!" Ye Siran yelled suddenly, because standing on a higher place, she had to lower her head to see Bai Yuxia's eyes clearly.Ye Siran had no choice but to half-squat down, propping her right arm on her knee.

It happened to be like this, and Bai Yuxia was terrified when he saw it.The person in front of him was too similar to Ye Wanli, and both had a daunting sense of oppression.

"What, what." Bai Yuxia stuttered, leaning back against the wall.

"I will definitely convey to him what you just said. However, please remember what I'm going to say next." Ye Sizan's face was expressionless, and there was no emotion in his words. "I don't know what Sang Yintian would do, but if it was me, if anyone dared to splash dirty water on me, then I would jump at him with my body covered in mud."

"you!"

After all, Ye Siran was not Ye Wanlu, so she failed to completely intimidate others.Bai Yuxia laughed again, and stretched out her hands to straighten her collar. "Hmph, let's wait and see, anyway, I've already lost everything, I don't care."

After speaking, Bai Yuxia turned her head and went down the stairs, disappearing at the end of the corridor.Ye Siran breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down directly, ignoring the still wet floor.

"You are... Ye Siran?" Another man's voice suddenly came from behind.Ye Siran turned his head and looked over. This person looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

By the way, I remembered.I saw his photo in the honor column on the first floor of the Leli Building next door.This middle-aged man was exactly the one he was looking for.

Ye Siran stood up abruptly, and patted the corners of her clothes indiscriminately.Looking at the trousers stained by mud and water, he smiled helplessly, and finally bent over to the middle-aged man in front of him. "Hi principal."

"Hey, Si Ran, don't be so reserved."

"You know me?" Ye Siran bent over and froze on the spot. He dropped the invitation letter in his hand and forgot to pick it up.

The headmaster wanted to reach out to help Ye Siran, but was avoided, he was a little embarrassed, and put his hand in the air back into his pocket again.Afterwards, he bent slightly, picked up the invitation letter at his feet, and handed it to Ye Siran with a smile. "Why are you so careless?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I just lost my mind." Ye Siran's neck was burning.

"Of course we know each other. Wanlu and I are good friends. I met you last time at the reception held by Artist's exclusive interview with investors. Have you forgotten?" The principal smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were crowded Together, there is an indescribable sense of vicissitudes, as if I have experienced too many things.

Ye Siran followed with a dry laugh.

But having said that, he just said that he and Ye Wanlu are friends?

Ye Wanlu did make many friends he didn't know in this circle, but most of them were around his age, and the middle-aged man in front of him didn't look like they were from the same era.At his age, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is Ye Siran's father.

Ye Siran couldn't help sighing, Ye Wanlu's communication range is really wide.

"At that time, you were standing with that painter, did you know each other?" The headmaster suddenly approached and lowered his voice, "Are you and him friends?"

"Uh..." Ye Siran hesitated for two seconds, then nodded lightly, "Well, they are friends."

But boyfriend.Ye Siran snickered inwardly.

"That's right, I... can I ask him a favor?"

"Help? What can I help you with?" Ye Siran turned her head, her face full of surprise.For a well-known conservatory, he really couldn't think of any place where he needed to know how to draw to help.

"Recently, a lot of students have complained that our college doesn't hold other art classes. It's just music and music all day long. They always say it's too boring. Many people have already started to miss classes..." The principal suddenly sighed.

But when he said this, the headmaster's eyes were narrowed, and there was no sense of blame in his words, as if he was talking about his frivolous and ignorant children.

"So..." Ye Siran blinked, "You want to invite him to come to our school—"

"That's right, I'm going to hold an art lecture on painting in the auditorium of our school at noon next Monday. I hope that friend of yours can come." The principal couldn't wait to interrupt Ye Siran, the smile on his face could hardly be hidden Living.

It didn't seem like a big deal, Ye Siran heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, don't worry, the principal, I will tell him when I go back."

"There's nothing else to do, let's go, I'll take you to the violin class now."

It has been several decades since the Conservatory was established. According to school history, several world-renowned musicians graduated from here. The school regards their deeds as the highest honor and hangs them on the wall of the corridor.

Ye Siran turned his head to look at it from time to time, his smile gradually overflowed the corner of his mouth, and he was intoxicated by it.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ye Siran was taken by the principal to the third floor of a building.

"Right here." The principal stopped and turned to look at the boy behind him. "Everyone listens to the basic music theory class together, you don't mind that, do you?"

Ye Siran quickly shook his head, "No."

He squinted his eyes and looked in through the half-open glass window on the door. A female teacher was facing away from him, holding the bow of the violin in her hand, as if she was explaining the basic structure of the violin.

Ye Siran had eavesdropped on similar basic courses when he was young, and Ye Wanli bought some textbooks for him with his own pocket money.Thinking of this, Ye Siran finally couldn't help laughing.

The principal thought that Ye Siran was satisfied with the teaching environment of their college, so he also laughed a few times, then took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, picked one out of it, and handed it to Ye Siran. "This is the piano practice room that your brother asked me to prepare specially for you. He said that you don't like too many people crowded together, so you must let me buy a dedicated piano practice room for you."

"Uh..." Ye Siran looked down at the key in his hand, and there was a small note on it, which said [Piano Room No. 7].

Ye Siran pursed her lips and stuffed the key into her trouser pocket.

dong dong dong-

The headmaster raised his hand and knocked on the door, then opened it and went in. "Everyone stop for a moment."

Soon, the entire classroom was quiet again, and the female teacher standing on the podium also stopped, and put the bow in her hand back on the table. "headmaster."

"Mr. Bai, this is the transfer student I told you about the day before yesterday. He came to report today. It just so happened that I brought him over to identify the place and introduce him to other students in our class."

The students under the podium started booing, the boys in the back row stood up, and Ye Siran, who was rushing to the door, raised his chin as if to say hello.

"Siran, come here and give me a brief self-introduction." The principal turned around and beckoned to Ye Siran.

Ye Siran walked over and took a deep breath. "Hi everyone, I'm Ye Siran."

"Uh..." The silence was finally broken.

"Huh? It's... just gone?" The girl in the first row looked nympho and blinked her eyes and said, "Hobbies, sports you like, or food you like, you can talk about these. Don't you Too nervous, we will be classmates in the same class in the future."

"Yes, yes, don't be nervous." Another boy in the first row also nodded, looking at Ye Siran and smiling non-stop. "It's really good-looking. To be honest, I haven't seen such a handsome boy for a long time..."

"Hey, we haven't become nympho yet, you can wait a little longer."

Facing so many unfamiliar faces, Ye Siran was indeed nervous, but now for some reason, the girl's few words seemed to really make him relax slowly.He subconsciously licked his lower lip, and squinted at the violin lying flat on the table.

"My name is Ye Siran, and I... like the violin very much." Ye Siran stretched out his hand, his fingertips gently brushing the strings on the table.

"Uh……"

"Wow!!"

"Ahhh!! His hands look so good." A girl in the back row couldn't help covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes were red.

"Why do I always feel that I saw him in a video on Weibo a few days ago... At that time, I told my roommate that it was a pity that this handsome guy didn't enter the entertainment industry."

"Which video? Can there be videos that I haven't seen in the entire Weibo?"

"Just the footage of Sang Yintian's art interview before, it looked pretty good, but I don't know why...the official took down this video, and several hot searches disappeared. You haven't seen it It's normal."

"Next time, please inform me earlier! Why don't you know how to share such a good thing!"

Ye Siran smiled, he knew it was Ye Wanlu who did it.That night, all the trending searches related to him and Sang Yintian disappeared completely.He also knew that this was an invisible protection. Although it was timely, the behind-the-scenes video was still seen by many people.

"Okay, okay, you guys continue with the class. I'll take the new students to the piano room to have a look." The headmaster calmed down the noise, pushed Ye Siran's shoulder to the door before the eyes of everyone, and then took him to the piano room. On the wooden door.

Ye Siran's expression looked calm, not frightened at all.The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, turned around and walked in front of Ye Siran.

"What's the matter, principal?" Ye Siran looked at the person standing in front of him, and consciously stopped.

"Siran, there is something I don't know if I should ask, because your brother told me before, you...you actually—" The headmaster suddenly closed his mouth, his face looked a little uncomfortable, For a while I didn't know how to speak.

"Autistic disorder, accompanied by mild communication disorder." Ye Siran gave a wry smile, and then darkened her eyes, "It's okay principal, you can tell me directly if you have any questions next time."

"So... the reason why I brought you here myself is that I was worried that you would feel uncomfortable. But now it seems that you should be able to get along well with them. Have you been to the hospital? Has the psychiatrist said anything? All acceptable."

But Ye Siran knew very well in his heart that the questions the principal just raised were actually what Ye Wanli wanted to ask.It's just that the relationship between them is not harmonious enough to confide in each other.

"No." Ye Siran suddenly smiled, and couldn't help rubbing the phone screen with his right hand in his trouser pocket.At this time, he suddenly thought of Sang Yintian, if he knew that his condition had improved a little, would he be very happy too. "But... I don't seem to need to go to the hospital. I found my medicine."

"medicine?"

"Well, the medicine can cure this disease." Ye Sizan raised the corner of his mouth, followed the instructions on the wall, and walked towards the piano room.

The principal didn't follow this time, but turned around and called Ye Wanlu.

As for what they said on the phone, Ye Siran didn't want to know.Because he was busy texting Sang Yintian.

In the studio, Sang Yintian is arranging three paintings of the "Infinite Creation" series.The phone on the table rang suddenly, and he ignored the paint-smeared hands, and directly unlocked the WeChat message with his face unlocked.

[Pretty Trouble: Sangsang, I'm really happy. 】

Sang Yintian couldn't help smiling, pressed the phone screen off, put down the scraper in his hand, stood in front of the window and stretched a lot.

With less than three days left until the final submission date of "MilkyWay Art Magazine", Sang Yintian suddenly felt a little nervous.From time to time, the eyes drifted to the drawing board.

【Piano fingers】

【Glass strings】

【Decline city】

These three paintings were created jointly by him and Ye Sizan.Not only the mainland, he believes that these three paintings will be seen by the whole world.