Entertainment: My band is all lead singer

The drizzle was like silk, tapping the ground, as if nature was playing a melodious piano piece.

It was another day with lingering rain.

Although Jiang Yuebai has graduated now, he still lives in the apartment.

Jiang Yuebai had renewed the rent of the apartment for two years before, and it was only the beginning of the second year.

Looking at the scene outside, Jiang Yuebai suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.

Holding an umbrella, strolling on the street with few people, Jiang Yuebai felt very comfortable.

Unconsciously, he walked into Fujiao University.

Looking at the students running in the rain, Jiang Yuebai walked towards the teaching building.

Looking at the previous class schedule, knowing that it was a Chinese painting class at this time,

Jiang Yuebai walked to the front of the classroom, looked at the familiar classmates inside through the window, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

When he was about to leave, a classmate in the classroom saw him and shouted: "Jiang Yuebai!"

All the classmates who heard the voice gathered at the window and looked at Jiang Yuebai in the corridor.

Zhao Xueqin also walked out.

She is now responsible for teaching students flower and bird painting.

"Student Jiang Yuebai." Zhao Xueqin was still a little happy to see Jiang Yuebai, "I heard that you have graduated."

Jiang Yuebai bowed slightly to Zhao Xueqin: "Yes, Teacher Zhao."

"Yuebai!"

"God..."

When Quan Shanfei and his four companions saw Jiang Yuebai, they immediately burst into cheers, and their excitement was beyond words, as if they were more excited than anyone else.

Three days have passed since the end of the National Day holiday.

After this short separation, the four of them felt a little uncomfortable with Jiang Yuebai's absence.

Zhao Xueqin suggested at this time: "Why not let student Jiang Yuebai give everyone another lesson, what do you think?"

"Okay!"

"Okay."

"..."

"This..." Jiang Yuebai hesitated.

"Does Jiang have anything to do?"

Jiang Yuebai shook his head: "No."

"Master, just give another lesson!"

"Yes!"

"Okay then."

Since he was free anyway, Jiang Yuebai walked into the classroom and saw those familiar faces.

Other students immediately surrounded him when they saw him.

A piece of rice paper was spread on the table, and neatly arranged pens, ink, paper and inkstone were placed next to it.

Jiang Yuebai looked at the rice paper and thought about what to draw.

The students around him just watched quietly without making any sound.

Jiang Yuebai gently picked up a wolf-hair brush, dipped it in ink, and began to outline on the rice paper.

His brushstrokes were steady and smooth, and each stroke revealed confidence and calmness.

The tip of the brush jumped lightly on the rice paper, and as the ink flowed, the figures of the cranes gradually emerged.

They spread their wings to fly, lowered their heads to look for food, or played with each other, with various postures, vivid and lifelike.

As time passed, the cranes on the painting became more and more abundant. They appeared and disappeared against the background of ink and water, as if dancing lightly in the fairyland.

Finally, Jiang Yuebai added rolling mountains and lush trees to the blank space of the painting, and a sun hung high in the distance, with a hazy beauty.

Throughout the creative process, Jiang Yuebai's movements were particularly steady. While painting, he taught his classmates painting skills and experience.

Jiang Yuebai wrote a poem in a corner of the painting and left his signature, and the whole crane painting was declared complete.

He stepped back a few steps, looked at his work, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Yuebai's painting is so good, this crane looks just like the real thing."

"It's so lifelike."

"I wish I had half his skills."

"There are so many cranes, and each crane has a different expression and shape. It's amazing."

"My painting is just a pile compared to this one."

"When can I paint like this?"

"Seeing this painting is like being there."

"It's so beautiful. This painting is no worse than those so-called painters."

The whole classroom was immersed in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Jiang Yuebai's crane painting seemed to bring the students into an extraordinary realm, making people feel the charm of art and the beauty of life.

Zhao Xueqin walked forward, looked at the words on the painting and read them softly.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely,

I say autumn is better than spring.

A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky,

It brings poetry to the blue sky."

Other students also gathered in front of the painting to appreciate it carefully.

They had never seen Jiang Yuebai paint a crane before, this was the first time.

"Whose poem is this?"

"I've never heard of it!"

"You only regret not having enough knowledge when you need it."

"I told you to read more books, but you didn't listen."

"You know?"

"Of course... I don't know."

"What a good poem!"

Zhao Xueqin asked, "Who is this poem?"? "

"Just a casual work." After Jiang Yuebai finished the painting, the first thing that came to his mind was this poem, and he couldn't help but write it down.

"Student Jiang Yuebai, I want to put this painting in the exhibition hall. I wonder if you are willing?"

"Exhibition hall? Of course I am willing. " Jiang Yuebai agreed immediately after hearing this.

Some students wanted to keep the painting privately, but now they see that it is impossible.

The exhibition hall, an independent building located in the heart of Fujiao University, is not only an attractive landmark on campus, but also a window for students' creativity and talent.

Exhibited inside are excellent works of past students, not only paintings, but also sculptures, music scores, papers and other works of art.

Through the display of these excellent works, Fujiao University has demonstrated its profound cultural heritage and innovative spirit, inspiring more students to pursue excellence and be innovative.

Usually, the exhibition hall is only open to students on campus, and only a few times will it be open to the public.

Every time it is open to the public, the number of appointments will be snapped up in an instant.

Jiang Yuebai quietly withdrew from the crowd.

"Teacher Zhao, you see that I have taken this class and painted, can I leave now?" Jiang Yuebai raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were always looking at other students.

Other students also noticed Jiang Yuebai's words.

"Hehe... Of course you can. "Zhao Xueqin was amused by Jiang Yuebai and responded quickly.

"Then I'll go back first!" Jiang Yuebai said to Zhao Xueqin and said goodbye to his classmates.

Although the classmates were reluctant, they had no choice.

Looking at Jiang Yuebai's back as he left, Quan Shanfei suddenly thought of something and shouted to Jiang Yuebai: "Yuebai, will you come to the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow night?"

"Come! "Jiang Yuebai waved his hand without looking back.

Tomorrow is the welcome party, I must come.

Not only must I come, but I must also go on stage!

I just don't know if the rain will stop tomorrow.

I hope the sky will be nice for once.

Jiang Yuebai has never been looking forward to the rain stopping as much as he is now.

He used to look forward to the rain.

Jiang Yuebai held an umbrella and walked on the cobblestone road of the college.

He walked out of the school gate and turned around to look at the campus for a long time.

The car lights flickered on the ground not far away, and the rain, under the light, was like a dazzling brocade spreading in the air.

As the rain intensified, the pedestrians in the distance became hazy, and the students also quickened their pace, hurriedly shuttling through the rain.