Indulge in fire at the apex of Lord Shen

Shen Lu returned to the Fulu mansion with the information sheet, but Shen Boxing hadn't come back yet, so she could only decide whether she wanted to postpone her trip to next year.

Judging from the tone of her parents, she may not be able to touch a pen for a very long time in the future.

But if it is not recovered properly, there will be hidden dangers.

When Shen Boxing came back from the outside at night, he saw Shen Lu staring at a certain place with bitterness and hatred.

He unbuttoned his suit and tugged at the tie inside to loosen it a bit.

"What is this?" Shen Boxing followed Shen Lu's gaze, and there was a stack of papers there.

"The exchange student information form I got back from school today." Shen Lu looked sideways, "Mom and Dad suggested that I fill it out next year."

Shen Boxing sat next to Shen Lu, and picked up the information form. There was nothing to fill in it, but it had already been pasted with a one-inch ID photo. Shen Lu smiled shyly and looked good.

"What do you mean?" Shen Boxing wiped Shen Lu's ID photo with his thumb, and put the things back, "When do you want to go?"

Shen Lu was a little more distressed, "I originally planned to pass my sophomore year and come back a year later to start preparing for the gallery."

She already had a very serious plan in her heart, and she was also carefully preparing the theme of the first gallery to be opened, but all of them were overturned at once, which made Shen Lu feel a little disappointed.

After thinking for a while, Shen Boxing said to her, "Your master, how old is Yan Lao now?"

"72."

"Is he still painting now?" Shen Boxing raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Yan Lao was already over 70 years old.

Shen Lu nodded as it should, "Of course, he can produce two works every year now."

Shen Boxing raised her left hand, stroked her fingers, and said unhurriedly, "After the plaster is taken off, you can continue to draw until September. I asked the doctor, even if you only draw for half an hour a day , Practice for half an hour, practice calligraphy for half an hour, after many years, the lifespan of your right hand is only ten years."

"Ever met someone with Parkinson's?"

Shen Boxing's words made Shen Lu unconsciously start to think about himself ten years later, because he spent too much time drawing, so when he took a pen to draw again, the lines that appeared were distorted like a centipede crawling over.

She was only 30 years old then!

Shen Lu was terrified, and said without thinking, "I'll go again next year!"

A smile flashed across Shen Boxing's eyes, and he said intentionally, "If you want to draw, I can't stop you."

"No, I am a self-disciplined person." Shen Lu said very seriously and seriously, "If I don't look at my hand, it is impossible for me to draw with a brush!"

She puffed out her chest.

Shen Boxing rubbed her head, "Okay, I know your belief."

"go to eat?"

"are you hungry?"

"Let you eat." Shen Boxing put his arms around her waist, and the two walked to the restaurant, adding some ambiguous words, "Can't I eat you?"

Shen Lu called him a hooligan, not even letting the wounded go.

In fact, these words were all made by Shen Boxing to tease her. She didn't even remove the plaster cast on her arm. No matter how hungry Shen Boxing was, it was impossible for him to ignore her body.

The next morning, Shen Lu asked Shen Boxing to help her fill out the information form, and then took it back to the school to hand it to the counselor.

The counselor looked at her injured hand and was quite sympathetic, "There will be a long time to come, so don't rush this moment."

"From your professional teacher, I can help you with construction, but you have to get better soon."

Shen Lu could only make up for the credits that he could not get from the painting professional course in other places.

"It may be difficult." Shen Lu said very seriously, "The doctor said that if I don't cooperate well, the life span of my right hand is only ten years."

"I will explain it to the teacher. I will try to write two more papers for publication this semester."

Their school has a project to add credits, which is to publish papers in famous newspapers and periodicals, and credits will be added as appropriate.

For example, SCI abroad, as well as Beijing Nuclear Power and CSCD in China, are relatively well-known academic journals.

When the counselor heard her words, he nodded, reflecting the school's preferential treatment for students like God of Learning, "That's fine, since you've made the corresponding preparations, then I'll report to the director. Just play it."

Shen Lu showed a smile on his face, "Well, the counselor, I'm leaving first."

"Go."

Shen Lu came out of the office and went to class.

The teacher of her professional class, that is, oil painting, saw her coming to class with a weak body and a strong mind, so she couldn't help but treat her a little more leniently.

Ask her some more questions during the class to make her more involved.

However, the second half of the class was spent on drawing, Shen Lu was free to do nothing, and his hands were itchy to see other people's paintings, so he could only copy with his left hand to satisfy his hunger.

The control of her left hand is naturally not as good as her right hand, and she even draws things crookedly, but that's all.

Oil painting is different from traditional Chinese painting. In the beginning, it doesn't pay attention to the impeccable meticulousness of your strokes.

When the big brush is brushed upwards, the rough color blocks come out, and no one can tell that it is painted by her left hand.

Shen Lu also found fun with her left hand, just like she used to write the words in the textbook in a mirror way when she was absent in class.

Although it is not easy to write, it is not a kind of fun.

The one who taught oil painting was a professor. Seeing Shen Lu tinkering with things, he slowly wandered behind her. Seeing her painting with her left hand, he couldn't help laughing.

"You guys, those who don't draw well, can you learn from student Shen Lu, who knows how to draw with his left hand even though his right hand is hard to use."

The professor's kindly teasing voice resounded in the classroom, and everyone looked at Shen Lu when they heard the sound.

I saw that she was indeed holding a paintbrush in her left hand, and she met them with a dazed expression...

"Come and take a look, even if Shen Lu draws with his left hand, there is still some charm in it."

Hearing the sound, Shen Lu's roommate was the first to move, and sprinted behind Shen Lu, occupying the best position.

"Although the brush is not very good, but I have already understood how to draw, no matter how poorly I draw, I can still draw excellent works."

"The professor is right!"

"Student Shen Lu is awesome."

"I'll try with my left hand later."

Shen Lu: "..."

Obviously, she was just painting for fun, she didn't have any intentions at all!

Shen Lu got a compliment inexplicably, and after class, others came to ask her inexplicably excitedly.

"Shen Lu, Shen Lu! Are you planning to draw with your left hand in the future?!"

"Shen Lu! Do you want to transform into distorted abstract art?!"

Shen Lu: "..."

When she turned her head again, Shen Lu only saw her roommates, Ling Xiaofeng, Ding Zixi and Jing Shu, running to the corner, laughing non-stop.

Shen Lu was speechless for a while.

She pretended to be serious and answered the visitor, "I will draw with my left hand after I learn it. I haven't learned twisted abstraction yet. When I learn it, I will change careers."

On the night when Shen Lu returned home, a post on the Gome forum caught people's attention.

"Shocked! Shen Lu's right hand was injured! Out of grief, he decided to switch to painting abstract distortion with his left hand! Suspected psychological distortion!"

At home, Shen Lu held the mobile phone in his left hand to read the message Ding Zixi sent her, and was speechless again for a long time.

Apart from attending classes and writing papers with computer voice, Shen Lu spends his spare time running to the studio.

The windows have been replaced with three layers of glass with the highest safety factor, and the walls have been repainted. It looks the same as before.

The outside security defense of Shen Boxing has also been re-arranged. The monitoring that is automatically uploaded in various places and the heightened guardrail also hide the usual low current. Unless there is an outsider intrusion, Shen Lu can actively increase the current to make people Feel numb.

This kind of electric current will not lead to life-threatening, but it will make people fall into a short-term coma.

She personally went to the market to choose the soft clothes inside, and the inside slowly became her own style.

At the end of May, the Third Military Region called Shen Lu and Ouyang Rou to let them go.

It happened to be Saturday, so Shen Lu and Ouyang Rou went there together, took a car, and went all the way to the third military region.

"Did Mr. Lan tell you what happened?"

Ouyang Rou asked Shen Lu while driving.

"No, but now that we have gone to the military region, I think it is the political commissar who is looking for us instead of Mr. Lan."

This is also the first time for Ouyang Rou to cooperate with a place like the military region, and she knows no more than Shen Lu.

Hearing her words, he nodded.

The worst news is that the work is not good, and then let them change it in the past.

At the gate of the base, Shen Lu skillfully took out the pass and showed it to the soldiers on guard, who opened the door and let them in.

After arriving at the Ministry of Culture, there were indeed political commissars and other leaders inside, as well as another group of seniors who were painting for the military celebration.

Shen Lu and the others arrived a little late.

"Political commissar, Mr. Lan." Shen Lu and Ouyang Rou walked over.

Commissar Yang still remembered Shen Lu, and greeted her with a smile. Seeing that her arm was still in plaster, he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with your arm?"

"A little injury, the plaster cast can be removed in a few days." Shen Lu replied simply.

"It's fine."

"Political Commissar, what are you doing here today?"

Political Commissar Yang said with a smile, "Sit down first, and we will talk about it later."

Shen Lu and Ouyang Rou looked at each other, then found a seat and sat down together.

Political Commissar Yang saw that everyone had arrived, so he said, "I invite you here today because I have something to say."

"A document has been issued from above. In addition to these two works, several people are needed to design the cover of the brochure, and some things that have not been preserved are restored with paintings and put in the brochure."

It means that there is a new task.

Shen Lu looked down at his arm, thinking that this task has nothing to do with her.

But her senior sister is very suitable for this.

In addition to learning oil painting, Ouyang Rou is also very good at design. She also went abroad to do face-to-face publicity for various big brands and achieved great success.

Mr. Lan at the side looked at Shen Lu's injured arm, with many complicated emotions in his eyes.

She also heard that the reason why Shen Lu was injured was that Du Zimo's mother did it. It was hard not to think that the reason why Shen Lu was hated by Du Zimo's mother was because of the draft that Du Zimo brought.

If it was because of her reprimand to Du Zimo that Du Zimo felt angry and resentful towards Shen Lu, causing Shen Lu to suffer such a serious injury, then she was also the indirect murderer.

Mr. Lan closed his eyes.

"We originally wanted Shen Lu and Ouyang Rou to design the cover. After all, the brochure aims to draw more young people's attention to this military celebration." Commissar Yang looked at Shen Lu and Ouyang Rou.

Shen Lu was very ashamed and said, "Because of my own health, I'm afraid I won't be able to participate this time, but Senior Sister has always been well received by all levels of society in terms of design. I think the design of this brochure will allow me to Senior Sister is here."

Ouyang Rou listened to Shen Lu's relentless recommendation, and she gently pulled Shen Lu's arm.

The smile on Commissar Yang's face became stronger, "We only invited you here after reading some of Ouyang Rou's works."

It turned out to be the case.

Shen Lu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after listening to Commissar Yang's words.

As the so-called fat water does not flow to outsiders, Ouyang Rou can get this opportunity, saying that it can't make the senior sister improve to a higher level! ?

Ouyang Rou heard the sound, and there was a short silence.

"We decided that Ouyang Rou will design the brochure this time, and you will design and draw the design inside? How about it?"

As Political Commissar Yang spoke, he turned his attention to the other seniors.

Naturally, they have no opinion. Since it is a division of labor and cooperation, everyone has a role to play.

Ouyang Rou's eyes fell on Shen Lu who was happy for herself, and after a pause, she said, "Commissar Yang, Shen Lu has been following the army celebration for quite a long time, if she is there to help, I think we Can present a better visual effect.”

"Okay, the main reason is that Shen Lu's arm is not healed yet, we can't let this little girl go into battle with injuries." Political Commissar Yang said jokingly.

Everyone present couldn't help laughing.

After the meeting, Shen Lu was surrounded by people.

"Did Du Zimo's mother really go to your studio in early May?" An old man asked her.

When Mother Du came, there was a large audience, and many people took videos, but because Shen Zhiming and Shen Boxing suppressed the public opinion, not many people knew about it on the Internet.

But there are only so many people in the painting circle in the capital, and after one person finds out, he spreads the word to ten, ten to hundreds, and everyone knows what should be known.

Shen Lu's gaze suddenly met Mr. Lan's, and she saw a little apology in it.

She didn't want to talk too much with outsiders on this matter, so she started acting, with grief and sadness that she didn't want to talk about this matter.

Said, "It's over..."

Seeing this, Ouyang Rou immediately came over and pulled Shen Lu away, with a serious expression on her face, "No one wants this kind of thing to happen. My junior sister has already been hurt once, everyone."

Ouyang Rou clicked to stop, and those who surrounded him naturally understood what Shen Lu meant.

With embarrassment on their faces, they each left.

Ouyang Rou turned her head to look at Shen Lu, and saw that she blinked at her and quietly stretched out her thumb.

Ouyang Rou was helpless, "They don't care about your injuries, they just want to take the opportunity to hear gossip."

"Thank you, Sister!"

The two went out to see another painting.